5.23AM Cheng Yan, who was lying on the bed, finally ended her long and high-pitched crying. In its place was an inexplicable silence. After waiting for a while, the sound of the water that had just been forgotten came again, louder, and if it had been a sudden attack in the early hours of the morning, I was afraid that the entire occupants of the building would have been frightened by the silence.

"It's you, Mom, when did you get up?"

Seung-mi's eyes were too deep to open her eyes from the exhaustion that had been deep in her bone marrow for a long time, but she shook her head at the thought of her mother, and the mist-shrouded kitchen seemed to have been moved into the vast atmosphere, mud-like water rolling on the dark floor tiles. Seungmi rubbed her eyes, frowned, and repeatedly confirmed the grand scene in front of her.

"Papapa" urine and muddy water from scraping potatoes dripped down the countertop onto Mom's instep. Mom held the pot in her hand again, and Chong Chengmei smiled kindly.

"It was a little noisy outside just now, and I vaguely heard my son-in-law there..."

"You don't need to take care of your son-in-law's affairs, I can watch it myself!" Seungmi's face suddenly distorted and she screamed.

"Oh, I just hear it's a little noisy outside, and you know, Auntie, I'm very sensitive to sound and light, and I can't sleep at the slightest bit." Yin Qingshan hesitated for a moment before replying uneasily.

"Please! You and Cheng Yan can sleep quietly for a while! Do you know that I have to take care of you all day and go out to work overtime, I'm really tired! Seungmei's rebuke was unscrupulous.

"Oh! Got it, then you can go back to rest after work. Yin Qingshan walked back to the bedroom step by step, his expression mixed with shame and disappointment.

"Ahh Looking at such a mother, Seungmei's heart is really like falling from a hundred-meter-high tower...

"Hey! It's all this time, why hasn't Lee Seung-mi come yet?! ”

In the bright office area, almost everyone's face reflected the faint light of the monitor, and Mingyao secretly aimed at Chengmei's desk full of folders, and asked Yucheng. "Do you think she's going to be late today!" Mingyao has always liked to get together with the kaleidoscope and smile at the colleagues in the unit, but today he suddenly touched his neck and fidgeted, and Yu Cheng was a little embarrassed.

"Click" Time passed in a hurry, and there was only an awkward mouse sound between Yucheng and Mingyao, and the strange Mingyao was slowly lying on Yucheng's desk like a lazy cat. The eyes shimmered rustically and comically.

"Don't ask me! I don't have the power of a prophet? Yu Cheng quickly glanced at Mingyao and gasped in return.

"Aren't I looking for someone to help me analyze it!" Ming Yao pushed the tie with his hand, and added with a humble smile.

"Mind your own business! Stinky boy! Yu Cheng said sadly, and continued to pretend to be serious about work.

"What a man you are! There is no human touch at all! Ming Yao seemed to expect him to answer like this, and sneered. But soon his humble smile was once again pouring like a mountain of water. Because Yu Cheng, who finally took time out of his busy schedule, looked puzzled, and even stretched out his little finger to dig out his water-filled ear, Mingyao immediately pouted and muttered again.

"Brother Yucheng, if Director Sun catches him, Chengmei's mood will definitely be depressed for a day." "You also know Director Sun's handwriting. ”

Looking at the back of the coffee partner and Minha's laughter, Yu Cheng vaguely felt uneasy and excused himself to go to the bathroom, and Ming Yao smiled at Yu Cheng's back with a hideous face.