Because of his working hours, Shen Qing only has to go to work on Sundays, and his time is almost the opposite of others, resulting in a super chaotic schedule on Sundays.

At two o'clock in the morning, Shen Qing still turned on the small desk lamp, sat on the sofa and watched horror movies with a tablet.

The sound of the door lock turning sounded, and Shen Qing was startled in the middle of the night, not to mention that he was watching a horror movie, and the dim lights and silent living room rendered the atmosphere even more terrifying. He held his breath and curled up in a corner of the couch with a pillow, staring at the door.

The door opened. A figure stood in the darkness.

"What's wrong with you?" A deep voice came from the doorway, followed by a soft closing of the door, and the figure drew closer.

"Yes, it's you... Startled me......" Shen Qing let out a long breath when he saw the face of the person who came under the light.

Yan Lin glanced at the computer screen in Shen Qing's hand, and just happened to broadcast the picture of a white face suddenly bursting out and strangling the neck of the woman in the car, and stabbing him to death with a knife when he found that he couldn't strangle him.

"You're getting off work so late, wash your face and go to bed." Shen Qing glanced at Chen Yuning's closed door and whispered.

"Yes. You go to rest. Yan Lin's voice sounded like a cello speaking, and he walked without making a sound at all, and quietly entered the toilet.

It's really like a white face...... Shen Qing shuddered.

After a while, Yan Lin came out of the toilet again, he looked very tired, and slowly walked to the room.

"Hey Yan, wait a minute, your brother came here this afternoon but you weren't there, he brought you something and put it on the kitchen counter, you can take the time to get it." Shen Qing suddenly remembered something and stopped Yan Lin.

“…… Kindness. The other party just answered, looking completely uncurious about what his brother was giving.

"That's... Good night, Mr. Yan. Shen Qing saw that he didn't react, so he could only say goodnight in embarrassment.

"Good night." Yan Lin's expression seemed to soften a little, and after speaking, he entered the room and closed the door gently.

After Yan Lin went to sleep, he had a dream in which he saw a man with a pale face strangling Shen Qing's neck and stabbing him to death with a knife.

Then Yan Lin woke up in fright and sat up from the bed.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

He got out of bed, felt a little pain in his eyes when he stood up, pinched his eyebrows, and walked out of the room.

Shen Qing and Chen Yuning hadn't gotten up yet, Yan Lin staggered into the toilet, washed, and prepared to go to work for a while.

Coming out of the toilet and passing by the door of Shen Qing's room, he still had lingering feelings about the dream just now, so he secretly opened the door a crack and looked inside.

At this time, Chen Yuning, who had just gotten up and opened the door, happened to see Yan Lin standing at the door of Shen Qing's room and sneaking inside, so frightened that he retreated directly to the room, closed the door gently, and didn't dare to make a sound.

Yan Lin saw that Shen Qingzheng in the room was sleeping quietly on the bed, so he retreated lightly and closed the door.

I didn't think of that. Chen Yuning saw the reply of the netizen at the end and suddenly realized.

If Yan Lin is not a pervert, then he has a crush on Shen Qing! My mother, I only knew that Shen Qing liked his tablemate Zhou Kaiyu before, but I didn't expect him to be liked by men so easily in addition to liking men.

"Hey, Shen Qing, tell me about your peach blossom luck, the peach blossoms are all blue." Chen Yuning sighed, shook his head and sighed to himself.

"Huh? What did you just say? The colleague next to him was full of surprise.

"It's okay, talk to yourself." Chen Yuning glanced at his colleague and laughed dryly.

"What's wrong with the police dog, I see that you can't give up today, you were too tired to work overtime yesterday?" Fan Zhenghao walked into the office with a water glass, looked at Yan Lin, who was processing the documents, to be precise, Yan Lin, who was looking at the documents in a daze, and asked.

"Nope." The other party came to his senses and continued to work on the documents.

"Then what's wrong with you, who do you want to be so obsessed." Fan Zhenghao's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of gossip.

"Do you remember the one named Shen Qing before?" Yan Lin didn't pay attention to his question at all, and asked instead.

"Which ...... Whew, that bartender who can play well, what's wrong. Fan Zhenghao didn't think about it at first, but he thought about it carefully for a while, and suddenly reacted to who the other party was talking about.

"He's moved into the house where I live." Yan Lin sorted out the documents, and there was no trace of turbulence in his tone.

"Hey, you said that the house you rented with others on Chang'an Road, so coincidental? Why, you're thinking about him. Fan Zhenghao asked with great interest.

“…… Not. Yan Lin raised his eyes to look at him, but only paused for a second, and then his gaze fell back on the document.

He knew that if he told Fan Zhenghao about his nightmare, the other party would definitely start a boring analysis again.

"I've been partnering with you for four years, I don't know what you're thinking." Fan Zhenghao took a sip of water, patted Yan Lin's head and returned to his position without further investigation.

Yan Lin looked at the documents in his hand, and then looked at Fan Zhenghao, who was sitting opposite, thoughtfully.

"Hey Shen Qing, you said that your former police roommate, how is he?" Qiu Ge inquired.

"It's okay, it's just the old overtime, and when he comes back late, he looks like a little white face Yongyi, which is a little scary." Shen Qing responded.

"Yongyi's little white face? What's that? He didn't understand what he was saying.

"You don't have to know. It's the kind of person who doesn't make a sound when he walks. Shen Qing explained.

"Whew... Such. Qiu Ge nodded.

After a while, Qiu Ge said that he was going to the bathroom, leaving Shen Qing alone at the counter to watch. A man walked up from the corner of the bar with one arm propped up on the counter.

"Little brother, bring me two cups of Long Island Iced Tea." He said.

"Okay." Shen Qing nodded, picked out the wine from the cabinet behind him, and began to mix wine.

He noticed that the man's gaze never left him the whole time, and although it was very uncomfortable, he was more or less used to it.

When he had finished mixing them, he took two glasses, poured the wine into them, and pushed them in front of the man.

"If you drink with me, I will give you 50% of the wine, which will be counted in your personal commission." The man smiled and pushed one of the cups in front of Shen Qing.

Who would say no to money.

Shen Qing hooked the corners of his mouth, took the glass of wine and took a sip.

Later, the man asked for some wine again, and Shen Qing drank it with him, which was very embarrassing, and before he could pour Shen Qing down, the other party was already a little drunk.

Some people start to move their hands and feet as soon as they get drunk.

The man's hand gradually approached, and then grabbed Shen Qing's hand on the counter.

"Sir, please let it go." Shen Qing frowned without a trace, and withdrew his hand back, only to find that the other party's strength was not as small as he imagined.

"I don't want it." The other party clenched it tighter.

"You..."Shen Qinggang was about to say something.

"Don't you see he's not happy?" A bright voice interrupted him. Then one hand grabbed the man's hand and forcibly ripped it off Shen Qing's hand.

"You... What are you......" The man asked, drunken and delirious, pointing to the visitor's face.