On the paper are two lines of regular script with the same neat and upright prints, and the breath of a teenager is the same, and even his words are full of coldness that rejects people.

content, but unexpectedly has a temperature -

Mr. Lu, I ate all the things in the refrigerator, it was very delicious, thank you. The red envelope is not to repay your medical expenses, I will count it into the next month's installment.

This is the happy money to wish you a new year, a happy new year.

The payment is a simple pen smiley face.

Rubbing your thumb over the smiley face.

Yan Heqing's painting is also good.

Chapter 45 045

Today's local news report says that tomorrow may be the first snowy Chinese New Year's Eve in nearly a hundred years.

Protecting the two bouquets of flowers in his arms, Yan Heqing withstood the increasingly heavy snow and ran all the way from the subway entrance into the unit building.

A black Mercedes was lying in front of the building, and a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the windshield and roof.

Yan Heqing's expression remained unchanged, gently patted off the snow on his coat, and went upstairs unhurriedly.

His steps were light, and the sensor light was not on.

In the dim light, there were scarlet dots flickering at the door of the third floor, filled with a rich and heavy smell of tobacco.

Lu Muchi smoked his cigarettes for half a year today.

There was no light, but he could see every eyelash of the boy.

He pulled out his cigarette holder, suppressed his anger and said, "I've been waiting for you for a day." ”

His voice turned on the light.

The orange light instantly shone on Yan Heqing's body, he was holding the flowers, and the tips of his hair still had the cold air of a winter night, but he still went upstairs unhurriedly, "That's your business."

Lu Mu got up quickly, his pupils shrank sharply, almost crushing the cigarette between his fingers, and then threw it away, dragged the bag hanging on the handrail of the stairs, and waved his hand.

Boiling bills flew out of the bag like snowflakes and fluttered down the stairwell.

"I pulled out your thorn overnight, what are you not satisfied with?"

Lu Muchi stared at the flower in Yan Heqing's arms, his teeth grinding.

He was really angry.

Yan Heqing's phone has not been answered, afraid that he will miss Yan Heqing if he leaves, so he stayed here all day, not sticky, and even more afraid of ......

Yan Heqing had an accident.

As a result, he was worried about one day, Yan Heqing came back with two bouquets of flowers that he didn't know who the sent!

Is it Feng Zhixian or who?

Lu Muchi's heart was beating very fast, and his two eyes were filled with gunpowder kegs, and he hated that the two eye-catching flowers would immediately burn into ashes.

There were a few banknotes down the upper stairs, Yan Heqing stopped, his expression was calm, "The traces left by the operation will take time to heal." I don't have any natural talent, and I can do nothing in a flash. ”

He raised his eyes to meet Lu Muchi's stunned gaze, "Can you make way?" I'm really tired from a long day at work. ”

The dim light fell on Yan Heqing's eyebrows, and he was indeed very tired.

He's going to work, not dating...... Lu Muchi's anger disappeared in an instant, he licked the corner of his mouth, and turned sideways to get out of the way.

Yan Heqing avoided the place where the banknotes fell, didn't look at Lu Muchi the whole time, walked the last few stairs, took out the key to open the door, and was about to enter the house and close the door.

Lu Muchi's eyes were quick, he stepped forward quickly and blocked the door, and before Yan Heqing could speak, his eyes flashed, "I won't go in, I'll say one more thing." ”

"I see what you mean." His eyes burned, "I'll give you time to heal your wounds." Again, you're going to answer my phone, I-"

I will worry that after a few turns of the three words, there is no exit in the end.

Yan Heqing closed the door at the same time.

When the goalkeeper closed, his clear voice floated out, "Please take your garbage with you when you leave." ”

Boom.

The door closed.

Lu Muchi subconsciously looked at the cigarette butt all over the ground, he took out his mobile phone and was about to call the bodyguard to clean up, and then turned his face to look at the closed door, "......"

His face changed a few times, but he still squatted down and picked it up by himself.

After picking it up for a while, he grabbed a few bills, and his eyelids automatically jumped a few times.

Yan Heqing has the garbage in his mouth, and he also includes this money?

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After Yan Heqing entered the house, he changed his shoes and carried the flowers into the kitchen, blocked the sewer, took half a basin of water, took off the newspaper wrapped in flowers, and carefully put it into the water to soak.

Then cook his dinner.

The hot water was boiling, Yan Heqing put in ten dumplings, and carefully reviewed Lu Muchi's performance just now.

In addition to his emotions, Lu Muchi was in a very relaxed state, plus Xu Qiaoyin asked for leave inexplicably, Yan Heqing lowered his head and stared at the white fat dumplings that were gradually floating, he was ninety percent sure that Lu Muchi hid Xu Qiaoyin.

After a while, Yan Heqing scooped up the dumplings, made a garlic vinegar dish, and served the dumplings to the living room for dinner.

It was so cold that his fingers were stiff, and after looking at the radiator, Yan Heqing thought about it, or turned on the little sun, put it at his feet to keep warm, and quickly solved the dinner.

After eating and cleaning the kitchen, Yan Heqing went into the bathroom to check the clothes that were drying, and the feel was indeed very moist, and he couldn't wear it tomorrow without a radiator.

He took off his clothes and returned to the living room, turned on the radiator, and hung the clothes on the radiator's stand for drying clothes.

It was almost nine o'clock, he sat down to read, and after reading nearly 12 o'clock, his neck was so uncomfortable that he didn't go to the shower, and simply washed up and went to bed.

Turn off the lights, it's so quiet that you can hear the snow falling.

During the Spring Festival, it is going to snow heavily.

At six o'clock the next day, Yan Heqing lifted the quilt and got up, first went to the kitchen to see the flowers, gladiolus and chrysanthemums soaked in water all night, and they opened better, there were a few flower bone bags, and the petals were also unfolded.

Yan Heqing was relieved, found a few pieces of paper again, and wrapped two bouquets of flowers by himself.

It's very simple, and it's the same as the flower shop owner said, all colors of gladiolus don't match, and it's not so good to wrap it into a bouquet.

But it doesn't matter.

After wrapping the flowers, he quickly cooked a bowl of noodles and ate them on the scale.

Or 119.

The weight seems to be stuck at this number, and it is difficult to go up again.

Yan He lowered his eyebrows before going to take a bath.

After washing, he used the noisy hair dryer given by the landlord for the first time, he didn't know how to do styling, only blew his hair softly, and used small scissors to simply trim his bangs by himself.

After turning on the radiator overnight, the room was as warm as summer, and the baked clothes and pants were also hot, Yan Heqing changed into a new sweater, pants, and put on the new coat.

Carefully tied the scarf, Yan Heqing looked out the window, there was no snow, he didn't bring an umbrella, and went out with two bouquets of flowers.

The entire stairwell is clean.

Walking out of the unit building, the ground outside was covered with snow, no one had walked over, it was extremely clean, Yan Heqing walked over, only to leave a row of one-way footprints.

This time he didn't go to the subway station, he walked across the zebra crossing and waited at the bus stop at the gate of Beijing.

The Jingda bus station is a big station, covering almost all the lines, and early in the morning, it is already crowded with people who want to rush to buy New Year's goods.

One bus after another, half an hour later, unlike other buses that were crowded early, an empty bus arrived.

Only drivers.

The terminal of this bus is a suburban cemetery, the driver symbolically stopped and opened the door, but the crowd did not move, only Yan Heqing got on the bus.

After swiping the money, Yan Heqing walked to the last window position and sat down.

The car door closed, and Yan Heqing set off again.

It takes three hours to get to the terminal station, Yan Heqing plugged in the headphones, the headphones did not have any sound, he hugged the bouquet of flowers, and quietly looked at the backward street scene outside the window.

*

At the same time, Lin Fengzhi went downstairs with his messy hair.

Dressed in his pajamas, he went into the kitchen to grab a glass of ice, then poured a large glass of soda and grunted with his neck tilted.

Mother Lin came in and saw it, and said angrily: "Drink less soda, it's not good for your health."

Lin Fengzhi's eyes were not closed yet, he was thrown out by Lu's security guards yesterday, Lu Rin's New Year's gift was not delivered, he was angry all night, and he fell asleep until dawn.

He muttered, "I just want to drink soda." ”

He put down the cup with only ice cubes left, and was about to go back to his room to sleep, and Lin Mu asked him in the back, "What do you want to eat for Chinese New Year's Eve?" Don't eat king crab anymore, you eat it every day, your body can't stand it. ”

At this time, Lin Fengyi also came, he was also wearing pajamas, leaning against the door frame with his hands on his chest, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Come to Daobai Chop Chicken, I haven't eaten it for a long time." ”

Lin Fengzhi yawned, "I hate chicken the most!" ”

"With sunflower chickens." Lin Fengyi stepped forward and rubbed a handful of hair, his eyes full of smiles, "Last time I went out to eat, didn't you say that the sunflower chicken was fragrant, I asked someone to get a few yesterday." ”

Lin Fengzhi lifted his eyelids, his pupils were still sleepy, "Really?" I don't remember. ”

Another footstep approached, it was Lin Fengxian, the eldest son of the Lin family, who had been on a business trip all this time and only arrived home late last night.

Lin Fengxian is dressed in home clothes, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, he has a gentle temperament, two years older than Lin Fengyi, and uncommon outsiders will mistake him for the second child.

"Big brother!" Lin Fengzhi immediately sobered up, stepped forward and hugged Lin Fengxian shallowly, "You're finally back!" I want to kill you! ”

Lin Fengxian patted him on the back and let go of him with a smile, "Do you miss me or your gift?" ”

Lin Fengyi hugged over, "That must be a gift." ”

Lin Fengzhi grinned, "I want to do it all!" Where is it? I'll get it now! ”

"Still in the suitcase, for you at night."

Mother Lin saw that her three sons got along well, and she couldn't hold the smile in her eyes.