Qin Tezhu stood by the car window with a box of red fried chicken, and he didn't dare to enter the car without Wen Yan's instructions. Wen Yan glanced at the box of fried chicken, his brows furrowed, and his expression was indescribable.

Ten minutes later, Qin Tezhu ran back again. The fried chicken box in his hand was wrapped in plastic wrap and wrapped into a dynamite bag, and then it was put into the trunk and shared with the jewels of the noble dead. That's when he returned to the passenger seat.

Wen Yan pinched his eyebrows, quite helpless.

He was driven away by strong medicine as soon as he had a cold, but someone still hadn't brought back the bed, and he ignored him. Shen Fangnian was better when he was there, and when he was not there, his resentment could turn into an entity and pounce on him.

This "separation" has also been three days and two nights.

I think it was because I wrapped her and fried chicken in a sheet and threw them at the door at noon that day...... bar.

Some people can pass it with a crown, but others have to rely on fried chicken to smoke to death. It's all fate~

Wen Yan returned home and saw a person sitting in the massage chair in the living room.

The huge deluxe massage chair was facing him sideways, and he was working diligently.

He hesitated for a moment, walked over, stood an arm's length away, and then, tilting his head to the other side, he stretched out the fried chicken in his hand in an awkward manner, and whispered, "This...... Here you go. You ...... that day Don't be ......"

"Hi, Yan, you're finally back—"

Wen Yan suddenly turned his head, and it was not Shen Sihuan in the reclining massage chair, but the orchestra.

"This is for me? How do you know I'm coming? Oh, I appreciate it~" said that he was about to take it, but before the tips of his fingers touched it, the other party took it back without hesitation.

"Why are you still in China? Didn't you say stay for a week and leave? "As always, Wen Yan doesn't give any face to the famous piano prince.

……

The two walked out of the elevator on the second floor.

The orchestra took a bite of the chicken wings - the box of fried chicken was still held in his hand, because Wen couldn't stand the oily bottom of the box and the "pungent" smell, and said: "I decided not to leave for the time being, China is very good, and I have agreed to be a guest lecturer at Baisen University." It's just a vacation......"

"Are you sure it's a vacation? Not to hide from your ex-wife who is temporarily living in your house? ”

Leng Buding was stepped on by someone's tail, the orchestra almost choked, and looked at the bad friend with resentment, "Don't mention the past again!" And this time, I really came across...... How do you say that word, yes, fate! Destiny, do you understand? ”

Wen Yan held a small potted plant and did not react.

"I met her at Baisen University, outside the restroom during the party. She's really special, small, very adorable, black all over her body, and her face is painted ......."

Wen Yan's steps slowed down, and he looked sideways at him, who was still immersed in the pink world, "...... She was holding my arm tightly, and I remember the look in her eyes...... Oh yes, I mentioned to you in the car that day, and she was the one who asked me to accompany ......."

Wen Yan's brows furrowed visibly, and the corners of his forehead twitched slightly.

They passed by the "wedding room" and walked towards Wen Yan's original room. After the orchestra finished eating the chicken wings, he lovingly put the fried chicken box back on and prepared to put it on a high table in the hallway.

"I asked her friend, she is learning to paint, her name is, Shen, Si, Huan~"

"Eh, who called me?"

When the two turned around, they saw a petite girl, wearing a cotton suit at home, with a black mask on her face, standing at the door of a certain room with bright eyes......