In the cramped rental room, Feng Qing had already gone crazy once, and the living room was full of wolves.

But when he was on the phone with Guo Mingli, he still couldn't control his emotions, screaming and scolding, and saying vicious words.

Guo Mingli is not much better, and the scolding voice can be heard without amplification.

The two of them were not arguing, but more like insulting each other through the phone to vent their anger.

When he scolded until his face was red and his neck was swollen, his mind was blank, and he only relied on the storage capacity of swear words to compete, Feng Qing suddenly broke down and cried.

"Do you know that this is my last chance! I'm being chased by so many people to pay back and be maliciously harassed, and I'm looking forward to that opportunity! Are you trying to force me to die! ”

Guo Mingli: "If Zhong Jiuyin cried and told me that I would still be weak-hearted, but you deserve it!" You're so annoying that everybody is screaming and beating me now, and you still want to take this opportunity to get up? If you want to rot, everyone will rot in this field! ”

Feng Qing: "Guo Mingli, don't forget!" I didn't force you to cooperate with me, you did it voluntarily for that bit of status and that bit of money! It's you! Why are you doing this to me?! ”

Guo Mingli's voice was grim: "Who doesn't understand the truth, but I'm a rotten person now, and I just want to pull someone to be unlucky with me." Unless I get back to living a good life, don't you want to get rid of me! ”

"Ahh Feng Qing grabbed her hair and screamed, "I'll be happy if you want to force me to death!" You're all pushing me! Zhong Jiuyin did it on purpose, she just wanted to force me to death! Forced me to kill myself by cutting my wrists like her, and she would be happy! ”

Her throat was hoarse, and her brain was deprived of oxygen for a moment, and she could only open her mouth wide and gasp for air.

Then she thought of something, hung up the phone, and dialed Zhong Jiuyin's number with red eyes.

Her heart pounded as she waited for the sound of those calls that insulted her and urged her to pay liquidated damages.

The phone rang for a long time, and when she finally picked it up, Feng Qing immediately clicked on the recording and asked viciously: "Zhong Jiuyin, do you want to force me to death!" ”

"Miss Feng, it's responsible to talk nonsense." It was Yan Cheng who spoke.

Feng Qing was stunned, and then pinched her phone more vigorously, hating her heart to death: "Yan Cheng, is it you!" Is it you, you and Zhong Jiuyin, you deliberately leaked my information and let those people come to the door..."

"As I said, it's responsible to talk nonsense. Don't think that because you can't be held criminally accountable for past events, you will be able to harass the victim over and over again. We're too busy to pay attention to you. ”

After saying that, he hung up the phone, and his ears were finally quiet.

In the room, Zhong Jiuyin dragged his voice and asked lazily, "Who?" ”

"Feng Qing's harassing phone call." Yan Cheng simply put on a shirt and pulled that number into the blacklist with a normal expression.

Then he took a glass of water from the living room and went into the bedroom and handed it to the person leaning against the bed.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Zhong Jiuyin's face was flushed and half lying and half leaning, saying that he didn't want to move, so he didn't answer the water cup.

But his fingers reached through the side of his shirt and touched two handfuls on his waist.

"Feng Qing? What did she say? ”

Yan Cheng didn't feel her little movements, fed her water with a cup, and said, "Old-fashioned scolding the street." Why do you still have her number? ”

"Wait for her to report her current life situation from time to time, although by scolding the street."

Zhong Jiuyin moistened her throat and asked again, "How is she doing?" ”

Yan Cheng: "Sounds like crazy. ”

"That's right. I said earlier that she and Guo Mingli are wicked people, and they have their own evil people, and I don't have to do anything, the two of them can make each other difficult to die. ”

She licked the corners of her mouth, a little painful, and looked at Yan Cheng's mouth.

"You don't have a job schedule lately, do you?"

"No," Yan Cheng turned to put the cup, "The workload at the end of the year will be deliberately reduced, and there will be no other arrangements except for the film festival." ”

"That's good." The mouth is gnawed, and if it is in the mirror, it will definitely be seen.

"Still going to the movies? It's eleven o'clock now, and the ticket you bought is out of time, right? ”

Yan Cheng looked at her and said, "If you still have the spirit, you can also go." There shouldn't be too many people in the midnight session. ”

Zhong Jiuyin lifted the quilt and glanced inside, and said, "Forget it, I just want to sleep." ”

Forget it, Yan Cheng went to bed and lay down beside her, touched her hair and said, "Then sleep." ”

He turned off the floor lamp, and the two of them slept next to each other with their eyes closed. On the first night of living together, such a process and scene were all in his imagination.

Maybe tomorrow morning when he wakes up and makes breakfast, she can sit at the table in her pajamas and praise him, or maybe they don't want to get up early, so they lean against the bedside and talk for a while, discuss what to eat at noon, whether to go to the supermarket, when to go to the movies.

In short, it's the same as the daily life of an ordinary couple after living together. He has never experienced it, so he can only rely on his only knowledge to come up with these popular contents, and he doesn't know what details will be enriched into these twenty-four hours when he really experiences it.

Thinking about the warm things after dawn tomorrow, Yan Cheng's consciousness slowly sank, and gradually changed with the breathing of the people around him......

"I'm still a little energetic, what should I do?" Zhong Jiuyin muttered in his arms, listening to the sound was quite sober.

Yan Cheng's sleepiness was gone: "......"

His hand slid down, and he gave a thoughtful suggestion.

"Again?"

"Don't always worry about those unhealthy things," Zhong Jiuyin said with a thick speechlessness, "The spirit I said is serious and don't want to sleep, not the kind that doesn't want to sleep." ”

Yan Cheng: "So what do you want?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "Why don't you go out to watch a movie?" ”

Yan Cheng: "......"

She also said: "If you go at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, there should be fewer people." After watching it, you can go to the tallest Universal Building to watch the sunrise. What do you think? ”

"If you're really in good spirits, why don't you talk to my parents on the phone and make an appointment? It should be morning there for them. ”

There was a brief silence in the room.

Then Zhong Jiuyin pulled the quilt up, turned around and said, "I'm asleep." ”

Yan Cheng smiled angrily and turned around.

After a while, Zhong Jiuyin solemnly pressed the hand under the quilt.

"What are you doing? I'm going to sleep. ”

"I've changed my spirit."

"You spirit, you go down and go for a run and watch a movie."

"Who am I to blame?"

"Not me, anyway."

“…… Do you have to go to the hospital for a follow-up tomorrow? Go buy some medicine to prevent heart attack. ”

"Buying the wrong one, you should buy anti... Hey, hey, on the first day, don't go too far. ”

"Who's the excesses?"

"It's all said, it's not me anyway."

There was a whisper of communication in the quilt, and then Zhong Jiuyin hurriedly got out and crawled out.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow..."

"What are you going to eat tomorrow? Let's steam pork ribs. An arm came out from behind and held her down, and the quilt enveloped them again.

"Tomorrow..."

"Well, tomorrow, tomorrow I will eat steamed pork ribs, I will start making it at eleven o'clock, and I can eat it at twelve o'clock."

“… Yan Cheng, I want to deprive you of your qualification to live in my house. ”

"I didn't do anything wrong. Cooking, washing dishes, washing clothes, and serving you, and being kicked out for doing so much? ”

"I beg you to do less."

"Then I won't be washing the dishes tomorrow."

“… I'm not talking about doing less of this! ”