Zhou Bocheng didn't know all these things, he was planning his money and enjoying life.

After digging everything, he still had more than 3.5 million left in his pocket, no arrears, no living pressure, and a salary of more than 20,000 yuan a month, and his life began to spontaneously combust.

He even went one day to get to know the villa.

This is something he never dreamed of since he was a child, and the price of a villa is about 10 million, which does not include decoration and renovation costs.

The money in Zhou Bocheng's pocket is enough to pay a down payment, and he can't afford to pay it back if he pays it monthly, in the face of such a situation, he is not the slightest discouraged, because now he always has a feeling that the future can be expected.

The good times didn't last long, and a week or so passed, and a strange feeling spread in Zhou Bocheng's psychology.

He felt like he was being stalked!

He always felt that there was a pair of eyes behind him silently staring at him, and he had no evidence for this matter, but he felt it and it was unusually strong.

He made a phone call to Xiao Qi and asked him to install a few monitors in his old community, but he didn't see anything himself, but the news was soon known by Chen Xiaofeng, Chen Xiaofeng asked him to send the surveillance video over, and within half an hour, the hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone

"I think I'm being followed."

"Who is it?"

"People change every day, but you can't hide the eyes of people who follow them. I know this type of people very well. ”

"Okay, I see."

Zhou Bocheng hung up the phone after finishing speaking, Chen Xiaofeng was stunned on the other side, and the clip in his hand for pruning the garden also stopped in mid-air, according to his thoughts, this matter should be let him pass.

But apparently Zhou Bocheng has a better candidate, Huang Junjie.

"And this kind of thing?"

"I'm not sure, I just want to tell you, but I'm also asking for peace of mind about this matter, do you want to take a look?"

Zhou Bocheng pretended to be a fool when he spoke, he still believed in Huang Junjie's ability very much, if he told him that he could determine who was following him, then the other party would definitely start to check himself.

Huang Junjie said that he hung up the phone after he found out, and Zhou Bocheng began to study the surveillance in his room for the next two or three days.

It doesn't matter if you don't study it, a study made him slightly stunned.

A man he hasn't seen in a long time appears.

Zhao Ya......

Since the divorce, Zhao Ya cooked for him that night, and after meeting him and Guan Rui, the two have not seen each other for a long time.

At that time, when he was working on raw materials, Zhou Bocheng wanted to call Zhao Ya together, but after a few phone calls, no one answered on the other side, and when he called back, he was busy again, and he lived in a warehouse in the north of the city.

In the past two days, I would get up in the middle of the night to study the monitoring, and found that Zhao Ya only came back at three or four o'clock in the morning every day, almost every day.

The picture of this camera is not clear in the middle of the night, but the figure does not need to be blurred, just by looking at the figure, you can know if it is her.

It happened to be Zhou Bocheng resting, and at 10:00 he finally knocked on Zhao Ya's door, and his eyes stopped for a moment in the air.

"What's wrong?" It was Zhao Ya who was the first to speak.

He looked a little sluggish, and he was still spitting wine while talking, and Zhou Bocheng even found that her clothes hadn't even changed, how could Zhao Ya be so clean and alone, how could she do this kind of thing of sleeping without taking a bath or changing clothes?

"How's it going?" Zhou Bocheng pretended not to see Zhao Ya's flawed appearance, and showed a sincere smile,

"Okay." Zhao Ya smiled slightly, opened the door, and let Zhou Bocheng in.

"I was a little busy with work some time ago, I didn't go home much, I just did a project, and I was free for a while,"

"I've also been a little busy at work lately, so I haven't cleaned up much at home, so I just need to find a place to do it."

Where is there no time to clean up?! It's just that it hasn't been cleaned at all, and Zhou Bocheng conservatively estimates that this room hasn't been cleaned for at least a month.

"What have you been up to lately?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ya's eyes flickered a little, although it was only fleeting, but Zhou Bocheng, who was familiar with her, had already captured this micro-expression,

"If you don't say it, I'll be here today."

Zhao Ya also sat down, she didn't feel the messy living room at all, and even took out a pack of cigarettes from under the coffee table, this is not an ordinary cigarette, this is a pack of 100 yuan Dazhongjiu, she familiarly fumbled out the lighter and lit it, and then gave two new packs to Zhou Bocheng.

Zhou Bocheng was anxious for a moment, people are complex animals, he may be able to calm down in the face of other people, but he can't calm down in the face of Zhao Ya.

"I basically can't find the same job after I resigned, those people are bad in the back, but this time you don't want to interfere, because you don't blame him at all for this kind of thing after they can't hang their faces, bring them to think that time has passed, they will use all kinds of means to get me in front of their peers, ruin my reputation, say cool things and spread rumors, in short, these are their usual tricks, and you can't find an excuse for this incident."

"But I want to live, I'm working in a nightclub now, how about it? Interesting, right? I actually did the most hated thing I ever did, and to be honest, I fell in love with that kind of work, where the lights were bright and the lights were singing every night. ”

Ouya leaned back on the sofa, squinted her eyes and elegantly held a cigarette, her appearance made Zhou Bocheng feel sad indescribably.

It's so familiar that it's distressing!

This is an Internet phrase used to ridicule people, but under this scene, it has a different taste......

Zhou Bocheng has only one thought in his heart, marriage can make a person, and it can also destroy a person.

"I..."

"I don't need your help this time, I don't need it." Zhao Ya said the most categorical words in a very ordinary tone, he knew that Zhao Ya in this state was extremely fragile.

The woman in Zhou Bocheng's mind slowly straightened up, lit a cigarette again, squinted her eyes and smiled indifferently

"I haven't cooked for a long time, let's cook a meal for you, your girlfriend is not here, you don't have to refuse today, right?"

This kind of explicit words made Zhou Bocheng feel distressed for a while, because she Zhao Ya is not such a woman!

Zhou Bocheng wanted to refuse when he said 1,000 or 10,000 words, but looking at the last trace of expectation in the eyes of the woman in front of him, he swallowed all the words he wanted to blurt out in his stomach, and also lit a cigarette, pretending to be light

"Good ......"