Because she didn't go grocery shopping, Concubine Ye casually fooled around, took a shower and coaxed Xuanxuan to sleep, and then fell asleep.

For a week, Concubine Ye and Song Yichen didn't talk for a while, because the tire was broken and she didn't have time to change it, Concubine Ye went out nearly an hour earlier every day, so the number of times she met Song Yichen was much less.

Occasionally, after taking the elevator in the morning, they will be like strangers, and both of them will completely treat each other as air.

After Concubine Ye took the bus and handed Xuanxuan to Yin Shaolong, she hurriedly wanted to leave, but Yin Shaolong couldn't help but say, "Didn't you sleep well?" Why hasn't the time been fixed lately? ”

"Don't mention it, the tire was punctured a few days ago, and I haven't bothered to repair it, so I've been catching the bus these days."

Yin Shaolong's eyes showed a hint of playfulness: "The tire was punctured?" ”

"Yes, no."

Yin Shaolong couldn't figure it out for a while, he didn't have to think about it, he must have done it, but the question was that since he was pierced, how could he leave Concubine Ye's mother and daughter to squeeze the bus every day?

"Last time I heard Yichen say that you live next door, why didn't he send you?" Yin Shaolong tentatively spoke, and he didn't know what Su Mohan was doing.

"Forget it, it's better to let him send me than to squeeze the bus." Concubine Ye flattened her mouth and didn't say anything more.

"Okay, give me your car keys, and I'll call someone to help you get a tire change later."

Concubine Ye thanked her and threw the key to Yin Shaolong, this time she really rushed to work.

Yin Shaolong looked at Concubine Ye's back in a hurry, and couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, he didn't know what these two of them were tossing every day.

Holding Xuanxuan in his arms, Yin Shaolong's gaze was a little ethereal, and he couldn't help but think of Alai, his eyes instantly fell a little lonely, and a layer of loneliness and grief shrouded his body.

That night, the car was not delivered.

When Concubine Ye carried Xuanxuan upstairs, she happened to see Song Yichen riding the elevator together.

The two were still in a cold war because of Qiao Liya's incident a few days ago, Song Yichen stood beside Concubine Ye, glanced at her with a strained face, and did not speak.

Concubine Ye lowered her head and teased Xuanxuan, talking to Xuanxuan as if no one was around.

There was only Xuanxuan's babbling voice in the huge elevator for a while.

It wasn't until Concubine Ye opened the door and entered the room that Song Yichen slowed down, looked up at the closed door next door and didn't speak.

Damn, it's a ruthless woman, and she hasn't spoken to him for a week!

Song Yichen stood in the corridor and stopped for a while, his eyes fell on the electrical box on the wall, his eyes were a little deeper, he didn't know what he thought, and went back to his room.

Until half past eight in the evening, Song Yichen wore a pair of blue pajamas and stood in front of the door to watch the movement in the corridor through the cat's eyes.

After confirming that no one was there, he gently opened the door with a pair of pliers, stared at the next door, and then tiptoed to the electrical box on the wall.

The door of the electrical box was closed very tightly, and Song Yichen pulled it twice, and couldn't help but make a crisp sound, which was particularly abrupt in the silent corridor.

Although the voice was not loud, Song Yichen's heart was tightly lifted, and after hearing the movement, he instantly turned around and ran back to his room, closed the door openly, and even suffocated his breath a little, as if he was a thief for fear of being caught.

After waiting for a while, seeing that there was no movement next door, he let out a sigh, and then ran out softly and lightly, and tried to open the door of the electric box again.