Shang Miao now lives in the old city in the north of the city, the security facilities are not good, and the lock of the unit door is old, and it is the same as not.

She slept lightly, and with the pressure on her heart, she was dazed all night.

Hearing the sound of someone slamming the door in the middle of the night, Shang Miao thought he had heard it wrong.

It wasn't until the voice knocked sharply for a few minutes, as if it was about to knock on the door, that Shang Miao reacted.

The house is on the first floor, and there is a small garden outside the window, Shang Miao's vision is not good, but he can hear the sound of someone smashing the window with something.

Fortunately, in order to prevent thieves, my grandfather installed a protective fence outside the window, so those people would not come in through the window.

It's just that knocking on the door and smashing the window like this in the middle of the night is still a little scary.

Shang Miao was locked in the quilt and didn't dare to move, she didn't even dare to turn on the light, for fear that those people would know that she was at home.

Occasionally, she heard someone shouting, "Pay back! Pay it back!"

Shang Miao held back his composure, fumbled to get his mobile phone, and then dialed 110.

She spoke in a low voice, but the movement of people outside smashing windows and doors became louder and louder, and the listeners panicked.

However, Shang Miao's reason was still reminding her, and she groped her way out of bed and went to Jiang to lock the door of her room.

It's just that the light in the room was too dim, she accidentally kicked on the cabinet, and the physiological tears were forced out instantly, but she could only snort and stumble back to the bed.

The commotion outside lasted for more than twenty minutes before the police came.

Shang Miao listened to the commotion outside, and his heart became heavier and heavier.

When the surroundings were completely quiet, the panic and fear in Shang Miao's heart suddenly came out again.

The composure just now was just a stress response at a critical moment, but in the end, she was only a woman in her twenties.

She looked up at the window, which was covered by heavy curtains, and felt as if someone was going to jump out of it in the next second.

Shang Miao closed his eyes, and tears slipped unconsciously.

How is it possible not to be afraid?

When Xie Xun came over, the rest of the studio came over.

It was Shang Miao who couldn't hold back the call just now.

Xie Xun looked at her reddened eyes and pale face, and his eyebrows sank slightly: "Are you okay?" ap.

Shang Miao shook her head, she was now scared, her hands and feet were weak, let alone talking.

She wore only a cotton nightdress, her long hair hanging down behind her, and she was also barefoot.

It was just when Xie Xun called and said that he had arrived, that Shang Miao dared to turn on the lights and then open the door.

Xie Xun took off his coat and draped it directly on Shang Miao, he looked at her bare feet, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and then glanced away: "There are no more people living here, you go and clean up and go back to me."

Shang Miao's heart is in a mess now, what Xie Xun said, what did she listen to.

It's just that she didn't go back to the room, but raised her eyes to look at Xie Xun, who seemed to hesitate.

Xie Xun's eyelashes moved, "I'll go check the window, and you can go in again."

Shang Miao nodded and followed Xie Xun back to the room.

It's windy outside tonight, and as soon as the window is opened, it's a cool breeze.

Shang Miao shrank his shoulders, and Xie Xun had already closed the window, "The window is not damaged, but it is a little dirty."

After he finished speaking, he retreated to the door and brought the door for Shang Miao, "You tidy up first, I'll wait at the door."

Shang Miao really didn't dare to be alone in the room now, and she choked in her throat: "Xie Xun, thank you."

Xie Xun hummed and suddenly asked Shang Miao, "Do you like Van Gogh?"

Shang Miao was stunned: "I like his sunflowers."

"Where's Monet?"

Xie Xun talked to Shang Miao at the door, from artists to philosophers, and then to current stars.

Shang Miao's originally nervous mood slowly stabilized in this borderless conversation.

She changed her clothes, opened the door with her suitcase, and returned Xie Xun's coat to him.

Xie Xun didn't answer, but took the suitcase in her hand: "You take it."

The group went back to the villa overnight, and when they went out, Shang Miao saw that the word "repayment" was written in red paint at the door of his house.

Qu Ranran took her hand and comforted, "I guess I recognized the wrong door, it's okay Sister Shang Miao, you can sleep with me."

Originally, Shang Miao also thought that someone should have recognized the wrong place, until later-

Shang Miao walked back to Xie Xun's villa, there were many people here, and she felt a lot more at ease.

It's just that Qu Ranran and they all excused her injury and inconvenience, and they kept rushing to work and didn't let her do it.

A group of people who came to smash the door that night were soon found to be a group of thugs, and Qu Ranran also accompanied Shang Miao to the police station to make a record.

She seems to have been particularly close to the police station recently, and has been here several times.

The contract between Burning Star and Linghua is still being pulled, and there is no clear attitude so far.

Xie Xun and the others still went out in real time, only Shang Miao was left in the villa, and Xie Xun asked her to recuperate.

Shang Miao had no choice but to take care of some logistics work.

Xie Xun's villa was in eight, while at the same time there were six.

Fu Jing held the black tea in his hand and looked at He Sui opposite with a smile, "What a rare guest, it's hard for you to come here, why didn't you come before, I heard that you were hospitalized some time ago?"

He Sui is obviously not in a very good mood, "Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles."

Fu Jing raised his eyebrows, didn't answer this, but changed the subject: "Aren't you showing Sheng Yu your daughter-in-law, have you ever taken a look?"

Fu Jing and He Sui are handkerchiefs, and the relationship is very good.

It was only later that Fu Jing followed her husband to other provinces for a period of time and came back recently.

"What I see, people may not be able to see." He Sui was annoyed, she was originally serious in appearance, but now she has a calm face, and she doesn't look easy to mess with.

Fu Jing understood her temper, smiled and said, "Angry with Sheng Canghai again? What did you tell me at the beginning, that it is better to marry someone who is not to marry, and it is better to marry someone who has the ability than to simply eat soft rice."

"Then I might as well marry someone who eats soft rice." A touch of complicated emotions flashed in He Sui's eyes, and he laughed at himself for a while, "It's better than living a mess like this now."

"Forget about Sheng Canghai, it doesn't matter to me whether he is dead or alive, Sheng Yu is also a worry-free thing now."

Fu Jing hurriedly stopped, "I just called Sheng Yu over, so I'm his godmother."

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When Xie Xun and the others left early in the morning, they left a lot of waste paper, and after Shang Miao sorted out the no important items, he stuffed them in his pocket and took them out to throw away the garbage.

She has recently been forced to stay at home, for convenience, and she is not in the mood to dress up, so she wears home clothes every day, without makeup.

And after she finished throwing out the garbage, the moment she turned around, she saw a familiar figure, which was slowly coming.

Shang Miao lowered his eyelashes, turned around and wanted to leave, but heard the man's voice not light: "Shang Miao."