There are three major illusions in life: the phone vibrates, I can fight back, and he likes me.

Shen Fanyin felt that one more should be added on top of this - my unjust best friend thinks he likes me.

"Yinyin, Brother Jing is so skilled at peeling shrimp for you!"

"Yinyin, hasn't the Jing family ever eaten coriander? Haven't desserts always been sweet?"

"Yinyin, no wonder you don't want to work in the store, where is this studio, this is clearly the back garden of the little wife!"

Shen Fanyin looked at Su Mu with compassion: "Yes, the back garden is especially suitable for killing people and hiding corpses."

Su Mu didn't care about her threat, he leaned over to her, grabbed her arm and put his head on her shoulder: "Yinyin, based on my reading of two thousand romances, the two of you can definitely have a story."

Shen Fanyin: "Judging from the degree of your begging, if I don't do it today, it's purely because I'm lazy."

"Don't you ......."

"Su Mu."

Shen Fanyin straightened her expression, and looked at her with seriousness written in her eyes: "I only say it once, it is absolutely impossible for me to be with him. First, Uncle Jing is very good to my mother and me, and it is impossible for me to disturb their happiness. Second, I gave him a gift just because he was kind to me, and I didn't have the right way to repay him."

After a pause, she looked away, her eyes were slightly dark, and her voice was soft but firm: "Third, I will never hold my emotions and hopes on other people, even if he is Jing Zeheng."

In this era, people who want money are empty, and the seven-year itch of love is good to me...... Even the ego is lost.

She didn't want to get hurt, and she didn't have the confidence to handle her feelings.

She would have a day or two a month when she felt that she was underdrawn, let alone someone else?

Shen Fanyin firmly believes that as long as she doesn't start, no one will hurt her.

Looking at her determined appearance, Su Mu sighed and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I thought too much, I thought you had a better opinion of men."

There was a change, but not enough to give her the urge to take risks.

Shen Fanyin changed the topic: "It's not early, I'll ask Uncle Wang to send you back, I'll go to the store tomorrow, you can wait for the family to settle everything before you come to replace me."

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving, you coax yourself for a while, don't be angry."

Seeing Su Mu away, Shen Fanyin breathed a long sigh of relief, and walked to the bedroom with his swollen head.

She went back to the bedroom, and instead of resting, she went straight into the cloakroom and dragged out the suitcase.

The mortgage has been backed, and it is time for her to move out.

Her luggage was simple, and she only came with a suitcase. It was quick to pack up now, but in an hour, she had locked her suitcase.

Looking up at the cloakroom, which had barely changed, Shen Fanyin smiled bitterly.

It turned out that he bought so many things for himself.

She was about to take a break for a glass of water when Ms. Shen's call suddenly arrived.

"Hey, Mom."

Ms. Shen got straight to the point: "Yinyin, how is Ah Heng doing?"

"Huh?" Shen Fanyin subconsciously glanced in the direction of the next door, recalled Jing Zeheng's various things, and replied, "It's a good life."

Ms. Shen was so angry that her breath was short: "Nonsense! Of course I know he's alive! I'm asking him how he's feeling lately?"

"No hunger strike, no drunkenness." Shen Fanyin replied truthfully.

"Sleeping normally at night?"

The corners of Shen Fanyin's mouth trembled slightly: "Mom, do you think I will know about this kind of thing?"

"You girl," Shen Xin was very annoyed, "let you take good care of Ah Heng, why don't you look at him a little more?"

"Then I can't go to his bedroom in the middle of the night to see if he sleeps!"

Ms. Shen said, "You are his sister, what's wrong with it?"

Shen Fanyin: "......"

There was a small sound on the other end of the phone, and then Yan Ya's gentle voice appeared on the other end of the phone: "Yinyin, Ah Heng, this child has been nervous since he was a child, and I am afraid of his emotions

It's too stressful, so you can watch him a little more for me, okay?"

Listening to Yan Ya's voice, Shen Fanyin's tone softened an octave: "Don't worry, auntie, I'll urge him to sleep well tonight!"

"Thank you, Yinyin, it's good to have you at home, otherwise I would have died of worry." Yan Ya was obviously very worried, and she said again, "If you're not busy lately, why don't you drag him out for a walk?" He won't refuse your request."

"Okay, no problem." Shen Fanyin's words were convincing, "Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely pull him out of the haze of broken love, and I can even donate a Su Mu if necessary."

Yan Ya thought about it for a while, and said with certainty, "The little girl of the Su family is not Ah Heng's dish, so forget it."

Yan Ya asked a few more questions about Grandma Li's current situation, and then hung up the phone.

Shen Fanyin held the phone, and after a moment of silence, he took out the clothes that had just been sorted out one by one.

There are still three months left for grandma to be discharged from the hospital, and before that, she should accompany Jing Zeheng out of the haze of lovelorn first.

Thinking so, Shen Fanyin waited patiently until ten o'clock and quietly knocked on Jing Zeheng's door.

Her knock on the door was so soft that it was impossible for anyone asleep to hear it anyway.

But the door opened.

Jing Zeheng was wearing black silk pajamas, a pair of rimless flat glasses, and his hair was soft on his forehead, slightly messy, and he looked like a scum.

"Can't you sleep?"

"You haven't slept yet?"

The two of them asked each other in unison.

Jing Zeheng chuckled and looked at Shen Fanyin. She wore a well-behaved babydoll collar nightdress, lightly lined with fabric and soft light gauze, and her long hair fell to her waist, which made her small face no bigger than a palm.

He leaned over and said, "Let's talk?"

Shen Fanyin nodded: "Okay."

She has to urge Jing Zeheng to sleep, and it is naturally best to be able to enter the door.

Jing Zeheng really didn't want to sleep, but it wasn't because of irritability or work.

'You just don't treat Brother Jing well.'"

These ten words lingered in his ears non-stop, causing him to have no intention of sleeping, and when he closed his eyes, she smiled.

The sofa in Jing Zeheng's bedroom is extraordinarily large. The copper incense burner on the coffee table is lit with agarwood, and the green smoke curls like a veil like mist. Next to the incense burner is a book, delicately bound and with a bookmark sandwiched between it.

When Shen Fanyin sat down, the light breeze caused the smoke to shake. She didn't care, and looked at the book again.

"Reminiscences of the Past".

It's a good life, and it's really just his disguise.

Jing Zeheng casually moved the book to the side, poured a glass of water for Shen Fanyin, and then asked her, "Why don't you sleep yet?"

After a day of tossing today, he thought that the child should have gone to bed too tired.

"Uh," Shen Fanyin, who was frightened by "Reminiscing About the Years Like Water", hurriedly made up a reason, "I'm thinking about the design draft, and I don't have any inspiration, so I can't sleep."

She consciously didn't ask Jing Zeheng why she didn't sleep, she picked up the water cup and drank two big sips, wanting to wake herself up."

Can she say she was sleepy two hours ago?

No, she can't, she has to reassure her aunt.

But she really couldn't find a topic, and she didn't know how to persuade Jing Zeheng to go to sleep, she was silent for a long time, she pointed to the book on the coffee table: "Do you like this book too?"

"Huh?" Jing Zeheng was a little puzzled, "At your age, you've already started reading this book?"

He looked at her, the corners of his eyes reddened and his eyes moist. Apparently she was lying, and she didn't stay up because she couldn't sleep because of insomnia.

Shen Fanyin: "When I was in college, I actually don't know what is written on the second page of this book."

Jing Zeheng smiled dumbly, he picked up the book, turned back to the second page, and read in a low tone, "...... If the woman in my dream happens to look the same as any lady I know in my life, then I will do my best to achieve my goal: not to be reunited with her in my dream......

His gaze fell to the middle of the page, and his shoulders sank.

Glancing down, he smiled.

The child is really not suitable for such a cumbersome book.

Falling asleep made her lose control of her body, and she fell softly on his shoulder, her pink lips pursed slightly, and she did not sleep restlessly because of the discomfort of the environment.

A strand of hair brushed the back of his hand, slightly itchy.

Jing Zeheng was suddenly reluctant to send her back to the bedroom.