She got out of bed neatly, went into the bathroom, pulled her hair up on top of her head, and tied a simple Dao girl's head.

Make the bed and fold the quilt, clean the room, wash and make-up, change clothes and close the door, the time is controlled to 30 minutes.

Take the elevator from the ninth floor and press the button on the first floor.

A painting studio for both commercial and residential purposes has never been used in a serious way.

Its owner barely managed to make a down payment with the money he used to paint portraits during his college years, as well as the money he gave to best-selling calligraphy and illustrations, and he had to pay off a loan by painting a white wall to buy a table and chair.

You're all set, it's time to make money and pay off the loan, right? She didn't. She's going to be a chaser.

It's time for a man to make money and pay off the loan, right? She didn't. She's been an undercover detective.

Let's say it's a studio, not a single employee has been recruited, and not a single list has been taken.

The living room is home to three small desks, a small room with drawing boards and tools, and a sofa and coffee table that have begun to encroach on the open kitchen.

Che Songhe doesn't need a sofa, she can go back to the ninth-floor rented house and lie down, how she likes to lie down.

The sofa was originally a small black glossy dining table with two high chairs. Not only can you eat instant noodles, but you can also pinch the tray of a red wine glass with two fingers on a rainy day, shake the cheap red wine in the glass, mistakenly think that you are a person with elegant style, and then turn on the computer to listen to a symphony performance.

Extremely proud of successfully capturing her boyfriend, Che Songhe, who was wrapped in a half-gauze hat, returned to her home to recuperate, and said to her friend, Jiang Meina, when I am healed, arrange a position for me in your father's company.

Jiang Meina pouted at the glossy small dining table Nunu and successfully exchanged for the suede sofa she wanted.

"Jiang Mina! How much did you drink yesterday! Che Songhe shouted when he entered the door.

"I forgot." With her head down, she put the poached eggs on a plate and began to fry the next one. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Che Songhe. "Can you still get up? I thought you were going to take a leave of absence today. ”

A flush flashed across Che Songhe's face.

"Do you want to thank me, if I hadn't come back from the class reunion and told you that the boyfriends you dated are a bit like Xu Langxing, I'm afraid you're still changing boyfriends one by one. I don't know how to find it, either the eyes are like the eyes, or the nose is like it. ”

"It's not that I'm going to change, their character is not what I want, what can I do." Che Songhe walked to his small table and put down his handbag, while not forgetting to argue.

"So is he the character you want? Aren't you looking for him? ”

Che Songhe pouted. "Don't get away from the topic, I said you drink less, why don't you go home every day."

She walked to the window and opened the curtains, and the bottles and cans on the coffee table were cleaned up and there was no trace of them. Eighty percent of the parties themselves woke up and looked at the results, but they couldn't stand it.

Jiang Meina was silent.

When I got closer, I was fine just now, but now my mouth was half open and my face was heavy.

Che Song Ha pulled her arm, looked at her face and asked with concern, "Say, what's wrong?" ”

Jiang Meina was struggling for a long time. "My dad... It's been a long time since I've been home. ”

"It's been a long time since you've been home? How long is it? ”

"More than half a year."

The fried eggs in the nest smoked and the smell of burnt food came to my nose. Che Songhe hurriedly turned off the fire, snatched the shovel from Jiang Meina's hand, and pushed her to the side of the sofa.

If you look at the fried eggs on the plate, there are seven or eight of them.

I haven't been home for more than half a year...

Che Songhe was a little surprised at first, and then thought of the unexpected situation and personnel changes in the antique city in the past two days.

"Why did he go?"

"I said that I was in some sanatorium, and I could only talk to him on the phone occasionally. I didn't want to go home, so I asked my mom and she said that my dad had another home and that staying in a nursing hospital was an excuse. I don't believe it, I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to go home. ”

"Didn't you go to see him? If you are in a nursing home, you should not be hindered from visiting at all. ”

"He said he didn't have to."

Che Songhe let out an "oh".

She can't say much about other people's private affairs.

Do you want to tell Mina what happened to the company?

Think about it or forget it, let's talk about it later.

"I'll go to work first, if you don't want to go home, stay here, drink less."

Che Songhe walked into the parking lot wearing a gray suit and a black cashmere coat.

It was cold inside, and she buttoned up two coats.

The Administrator saw her and greeted her.

"Are you a resident of Building 26?"

"yes, what's the matter?" Che Songhe asked suspiciously.

"Your car is scratched, look at it." The administrator raises his hand to the passenger seat.

She walked around the front of the car and walked to the side to take a look, and a long scratch of about 30 centimeters was very obvious.

Squatting down to make a closer look, fingers touching it lightly.

It's not like a common vehicle is accidentally scratched, but it is deliberately damaged with a sharp object such as a key.

"I saw it when the car next to me went to work in the morning. I was afraid that the misunderstanding was caused by him, so I called our administrator and said that he must testify to him. It was time to go to work, and he left first. Leave the phone to us. With that, the administrator went to dig out his pockets.

"Oh, no." Che Songhe hurriedly stood up to stop it. "Since he didn't shave it, there's no need to contact him. I guess which kid did it. ”

"Well, eighty percent of it, today's children and adults can't control it, and they are helpless." The administrator sighed. "Do you need to help you report to the police? Or take a photo and take insurance or something? ”

"No, no, no." Che Songhe waved his hand and opened the car door. "It's not a good car, so let's leave it at that, I'm in a hurry to get to work."

"Oh, you are really a person who cares, it is said that such a person will be able to make a fortune in the future."

"You can park your car in a place with surveillance in the future, now this is a dead end, and you can't shoot it." He stood in front of the car and kept talking.

Che Songhe smiled awkwardly at him and signaled that he was in the way.

He realized and stepped aside.

The car moved slowly as she looked at the caretaker in the rearview mirror, smiling at her car.

It's also a common thing to scrape a car, but this administrator is really enthusiastic.

Five minutes passed, and the Administrator was still standing there smiling, grim. His eyes sparkled like those of some animal.

…

Zhu Wen got out of her small warehouse, stained with dust and cobwebs. Locking the warehouse door, she stood in the yard shaking the textbook in her hand, patted her body again, pulled off the cobwebs on her head, and muttered complaints with reluctance written all over her face.

It is a two-storey self-built building that is neither new nor old, with its own open-air courtyard.

Next to the stairs in the yard, on a bush of low bushes, a large piece of bird droppings fell. She plucked the leaf whole and threw it in the yard trash can.

On the other side of the road, someone tied the dog to the fence of the flower garden, and barked incessantly early in the morning, causing the neighbors and passers-by to be annoyed and unable to find the owner. The adults who led the children all took a detour and were eight feet away.