The part-time worker hesitated, seeing that she could enter and exit here, presumably the relationship with Mr. Feng was not ordinary, and said while giving her the clothes: "Say it in advance, if it is washed, it has nothing to do with me." ”

Song Zhiyue nodded: "Don't worry, I won't involve you." ”

The part-time worker asked, "I don't know what you call Miss?" ”

"My surname is Song, and my name is Song Zhiyue." After a pause, she added, "It's Feng Chen's girlfriend." ”

When the part-time worker heard this, he immediately became much more polite: "Hello Miss Song." ”

Song Zhiyue smiled and said, "You go and get busy." ”

The hourly worker answered and prepared to go downstairs.

Song Zhiyue turned around to enter the room, thought of something, and stopped the part-time worker who was about to walk to the staircase: "Wait a minute." ”

The hourly worker turned to look at her, and then approached: "What does Miss Song command?" ”

Song Zhiyue said: "I just want to ask you, how long have you been here?" ”

The part-time worker was a little inexplicable, but he still replied in a regular manner: "It's been two years." ”

"Then do you know that there is a person surnamed Liang named Liang Weirong who has ever been here?"

"Miss Liang has been here a few times."

"Did she stay here for the night?"

The part-time worker thought about it and shook his head: "I don't know about this, I leave every time I finish cleaning." Anyway, I came quite early every morning, and I didn't see Miss Liang. ”

Seeing that he didn't ask anything, Song Zhiyue entered the room.

She washed her clothes for Feng Chen, and then went to the hospital again.

Feng Chen worked for a few hours at night, and it was already past nine o'clock when he got off work, so he didn't go to the hospital and went home directly.

As soon as he entered, he saw that the living room was lit and the TV was on.

Song Zhiyue, who was sitting on the sofa and holding snacks, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "You're back." ”

Feng Chen's expression was in a trance, he put the briefcase in his hand on the shoe cabinet and walked over.

The coffee table was full of fruits and snacks, and there was a bouquet of flowers next to the TV, and the family seemed a little more angry.

His gaze fell on her: "Why are you still here?" ”

"I'll wait until you get back." She blinked.

"Go up and get something, I'll send you back."

"If you don't say it, I forgot, I forgot to clean my room again today." Song Zhiyue's face suddenly realized, and then he looked at him innocently and said, "What should I do?" ”

On Feng Chen's handsome face, there was still no wave, and he didn't even frown.

He said lightly: "I have already found a part-time worker to clean it for you." ”

Song Zhiyue instinctively said: "Impossible, the landlord has gone on vacation, and you don't have the key to my house." ”

Feng Chen unhurriedly took out a key from his trouser pocket: "I asked someone to pick the door lock, this is a new key." ”

Song Zhiyue's eyes widened, he calculated that he would use this trick again, so he prepared in advance?

After glaring at him for a few seconds, her little face fell, and she looked at him with pitiful eyes.

"But I'm so tired today and don't want to move, can you take me in for another night?"

Feng Chen looked at her in silence and did not speak.

Song Zhiyue was finally defeated, put down the snacks in his hand and got up, and went upstairs to drag the suitcase down.

Feng Chen stepped forward to take her box and carried it out of the living room.

Song Zhiyue followed him slowly, thinking silently in her heart: I knew that she would return the house before she went to Paris, so that she could not only save three months' rent, but also live here in a grand manner because she could not find a house for the time being.