The other side.

On the way back from the clubhouse, Sister Xu was also asking about the matter on the terrace just now.

"What's the matter with you and Zhong Jiuyin? She was still in the private room when you left the private room, and she deliberately ran out to find you? ”

Yan Cheng said lightly: "No, I just happened to bump into it." ”

Sister Xu looked at him from the rearview mirror and asked tentatively, "Then she didn't say anything when she was drunk... Strange words, right? ”

That's a lot to say.

But he still had the attitude that nothing happened, and said, "No." ”

Sister Xu believed him, put her mind at ease for the time being, and was in the mood to joke.

"Then what are you talking about, listening to a drunken bragging for half an hour? You're quite patient with her. ”

Zhong Jiuyin's sentence "I'll tell you" is a typical opening sentence of drinking too much and bragging, just like the middle-aged beer belly in the fly restaurant who drank too much and began to talk about the mountains, I want to know that it is not a meaningful topic.

Yan Cheng is usually completely impatient with this kind of person, and maintaining some politeness to help call people is already the greatest demeanor.

Her joking words had a different meaning in Yan Cheng's ears.

He frowned and reflected, is that so? He is very patient with Zhong Jiuyin?

No, he just knows a little bit more than others about the pitifulness under the chic surface of Zhong Jiuyin, so he is barely a little more tolerant of her nonsense.

At this time, Sister Xu said again: "But she saved you twice, and she is indeed different from others, and it is normal for you to be more patient." ”

The justification that had just taken shape and landed was abruptly dispersed.

He knew very well that when he tolerated listening to Zhong Jiuyin's bragging on the terrace, he didn't remember that she had saved him twice, and he didn't suppress his idea of turning his face and leaving with the reason of "she is my life-saving benefactor, so I must be a little patient with her".

When Zhong Jiuyin approached inexplicably, what was the idea of restraining him from turning his face and leaving?

… He couldn't remember it himself, but it had only been about ten minutes.

The car suddenly became a little stuffy, and the smell of his little wine seemed to come back and rush to his head.

Yan Cheng lowered the window of the car and let the night breeze blow on his face, barely feeling better.

Sister Xu turned her head and looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong? Do you see anyone? I didn't wear a mask and opened the window, and I was seen by fans and was carefully blocked. ”

Yan Cheng's voice was cold: "No." Hot. ”

Sister Xu was even more strange: "The air conditioner was turned on in the car. ”

In order to prevent fans and dog reporters and paparazzi from chasing the car, the windows of their nanny car are always closed, so the air conditioning in summer and the heating in winter are never interrupted, and it is not the first day he has been in this car.

Yan Cheng paused, raised the car window, put on a mask, and rested with his eyes closed on the seat without saying a word.

Even more inexplicable.

Sister Xu kept her head twisted and looked at him for a while before retracting her gaze.

Back at the nearest riverside double-storey apartment, Yan Cheng said to Sister Xu before getting out of the car: "Give Zhong Jiuyin the big reward to the agent you investigated as soon as possible." ”

After speaking, he went upstairs alone, and his back was long.

Sister Xu was stunned and asked the assistant, "Agent Award?" ”

When did Yan Cheng start talking like that?

The assistant didn't know, and looked at her.

In the apartment, Yan Cheng had already gone into the bathroom to wash.

The hot water washed away the residual alcohol on his body, but the steaming water vapor magnified the tiredness after drinking, and like the hot water poured on his head, it instantly submerged him.

The running and fighting during the day and socializing at night exhausted him physically and mentally, and he almost fell asleep with his eyes closed as he lay down in bed.

The environment of the riverside apartment is quiet, there are no excessively noisy entertainment places around, and at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, it is so quiet that only a slight wind can be heard.

… There are also the conversations of people outside the flower wall, the sound of traffic horns, and the breathing in the flower wall.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"What do you want to do?"

Very useless question.

From the perspective of a bystander, if you don't like it, you can just leave, and if you like it, you don't have to ask such a high-sounding question.

If you have to say it, this sentence is more like an inducement, inducing the other party to follow his meaning and say something she wants to do or what he wants her to do.

The other party approached again, and stood in front of him with the fragrant fragrance on his body mixed with the faint smell of wine, and whispered...

Say what? He couldn't hear clearly. I only know that it is something that can make his heart skip a beat.

Then the scene turns upside down and becomes the sentence they say by the car after the first episode of the show.

This time, he asked softly, "You want me?" ”

The other party's face couldn't be seen clearly in the night, and the beautiful lips seemed to move, saying one word, or two?

He still didn't hear clearly, but the scene shifted back to the flower wall.

The table that overturned to the floor, the gurgling and rolling glass.

And the hand that suddenly came out of the darkness, with a fiery temperature, propped up on his tense thighs and shoulders, slowly climbing until a burning breath lingered in his jaw...

Yan Cheng opened his eyes suddenly, and looked sideways out the window.

It was bright outside.

…

Zhong Jiuyin slept for a long time.

I woke up hungry at one o'clock in the afternoon, barefoot and yawning everywhere looking for food.

There was no room in it, so I went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was paved with light-colored tiles, and stepping on it made her jump on one foot and the other.

When I ate a biscuit, I barely had some ingredients in my stomach, so I "hissed" and jumped back to put on my shoes.

Today is a good day, the blue sky is white clouds, and the sound of children laughing in the community is far and wide.

She stood on the balcony and stretched, checking her phone messages with tears from her yawn in her eyes.

Sister Xu sent her a broker award and briefly analyzed more than a dozen agents in her company.

Guo Mingli called her, but no one answered, and sent a message saying that she woke up and went to the company.

In order to prevent her from waking up, a time limit was added later, and she must arrive before four o'clock in the afternoon.

Say it's a good thing.

There should be something good happening, she is going to kick Guo Mingli today.

There were still two or three hours left until four o'clock, and she was in no hurry.

I had a leisurely meal, watched the agent awards, figured out which new agent I wanted to choose, and then moved out of the chair and sat on the balcony to read the new bedside reading in the wind.

There are only a few pages left in the book "Where to Escape from the Domineering School Grass", which is full of the ordinary daily life of the hero and heroine, and there is nothing to see.

She likes to watch something exciting, preferably the kind where the plot and the corners of her mouth can fly together.

For example, this book "Fifty Days of Love: The President's Stand-in Wife".

The title of the book instantly drew her in, reminding her of... Drying for 50 days, the quality of soy sauce is better... No.

In short, the title of this book is the same as refined soy sauce, and it has a lot of flavor.

Flipping through the first page, the president was blind and admitted the delicate heroine wearing a mask, and the two talked all night in the hotel on the ninety-ninth floor...

It was indeed quite tasty, and she twisted the snacks on the side to eat, turning the pages faster and faster, and lowered her head for an hour or two without lifting it.

Until Guo Mingli called again.

"Are you awake? Then why hasn't it come to the company yet? ”

She still echoed in her mind the words "It tastes so good" that the male protagonist said with an evil smile when he kissed the heroine, and replied absentmindedly: "Isn't it four o'clock?" Why do you go so early? ”

Guo Mingli: "...... You must arrive before four o'clock, and you are not allowed to step on four o'clock! ”

"Okay, okay, I'll come right over."

Grumpy middle-aged man, let's see if he will be so irritable when he goes to Feng Qing's side.

——

Yan Cheng: What to do, I seem to be really a little different from her.

Zhong Jiuyin: (curious) Who?

Yan Cheng: But she doesn't seem to mean much to me.

Zhong Jiuyin: Who is it?

Yan Cheng: But I'll make her interesting to me.

Zhong Jiuyin: So who is it?

Yan Cheng: You'll find out soon.