After spending tonight, there was only one night left before Mr. Ren returned, and the circled numbers on the calendar were no longer out of reach.

Jing Mian did not go back to the bedroom, but spent the night on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, covered with a small blanket.

Fortunately, there was no class the next day, so Jing Mian decided to sleep during the day, go to the club to practice in the afternoon, and come back later. That way, when you wake up the next day, it won't seem too long.

Only, the next day.

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Jing Mian was wearing headphones and was fighting with the players in the club when he suddenly received a phone call.

The caller turned out to be Mr. Ren's agent, Yang Fan, who had not been contacted for a long time.

Jing Mian was a little surprised.

He couldn't think of what agent Yang would need to contact him at this time.

But Jing Mian still answered the phone quickly.

Agent Yang's voice was a little anxious, and at the same time, he was at a loss, and said embarrassedly:

"That, Mr. Jing...... Are you at home now? ”

Jing Mian tilted his head slightly, and when he heard this, his eyelashes were raised: "No, I'm in the club." ”

Jing Mian: "Brother Yang, what's wrong?" ”

"Uh-oh." Yang Fan's throat rolled around, as if he was embarrassed, and asked again: "If there is no urgency over there, is it convenient for you to go home now?" ”

“……？”

Jing Mian vaguely sensed that something was wrong, put down the mouse at hand, and let the teammate next to him take over, while he stood up and walked to a relatively less noisy place: "Okay, I'll go back now." ”

Agent Yang usually doesn't make such a desperate request unless he encounters something that can't be solved.

Jing Mian was a little worried that it was about Mr. Ren, and he asked, "Is it Mr. Ren?" ”

Agent Yang: "No...... Uh, anyway, Mr. Jing, come back first, what is the address of the club, and I will send someone to pick you up? ”

Jing Mian declined: "No need Brother Yang, I'll take a taxi faster." ”

It can be seen that Agent Yang didn't care about the courtesy, and said anxiously: "Okay, okay... You pay attention to safety. ”

Jing Mian put on his backpack, said hello to Xuancheng and left the club, casually stopping a taxi.

Although the peak is past eight o'clock, the club is located in the shopping street, and it is not difficult to take a taxi.

Jingmian got on the car on the road section that was not congested, and the road was unimpeded, and it happened to be a green light to catch up.

This also shortens the usual drive time of nearly half an hour to just 15 minutes.

When Jing Mian arrived home, he found that the villa was empty.

Unexpected,

Not to mention anyone, there is not even a sign that anyone has ever returned.

If it weren't for the sudden phone call, which made me temporarily change my plan and itinerary, and the scenery in front of me was as quiet as usual, Jing Mian would have thought that the call record with the agent just now was an ethereal illusion.

Jing Mian was stunned.

After sitting on the couch for a while, he walked out of the villa and went down the stairs to the underground parking room.

It was empty, and there was still no movement.

Jing Mian: "......? ”

He began to wonder if Mr. Ren's car had parked on the side of the road outside the courtyard of the villa and had not had time to drive in.

So, this back and forth, it was delayed for more than ten minutes.

Jing Mian returned to the road and called Yang's agent.

Who knew that this time, the other end was not picked up for a long time.

The successive staggered oolongs and confusion made Jingmian completely at a loss.

Tonight...... What the hell is going on?

When Jing Mian tried to call for a second time, he found Mr. Ren's car parked not far away.

He ran over and found the car empty.

The doors are locked, proving that the owner has long since left.

Probably, it was during the period when I went to the underground garage by myself.

Jing Mian had no choice but to turn around and go home.

As soon as the cold wind blew, the mind became rational and sober.

The chaotic thoughts began to work, Jing Mian thought about it, and suddenly there was a trace of speculation in his heart.

Isn't it......

His relationship with Mr. Ren was discovered?

It has reached a tricky level that is difficult to deal with, and it has even had a significant impact on Mr. Ren's career, so he needs to rush back by himself and discuss countermeasures together?

No, it's not so much a matter of discussing countermeasures, he doesn't understand the workings and rules of any circle.

Probably because Yang's agent had already thought of a countermeasure, Mr. Ren would be embarrassed to say it, so Yang Fan mentioned it, but it involved himself, so he needed to come back in person and personally express his informed consent.

“……”

Jingmian intuitively felt that no matter how he coped with it, what he was about to face might not be good news.

Jing Mian brushed open the gate, walked through the path of the yard, and came to the front of the house.

The house was dark and there didn't seem to be a light on, not like someone.

But Jing Mian's hand was stunned.

Oddly enough,

The fingertips haven't touched the door lock, but the door is half-hidden.

He vividly remembers that when he left the house, he literally closed the door.

…… Someone is inside.

There will be no one else except Mr. Ren.

But Mr. Ren never forgets to close the door, and Jing Mian can make sure of that.

Finally... What's going on?

Jing Mian's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he reached out and pushed open the half-hidden door.

There was a slight squeak.

Jing Mian took off his shoes, walked through the hallway, and when he subconsciously wanted to turn on the light, his fingertips couldn't help but pause.

Because he vaguely smelled a hint of it.

If you have to describe -

It is a dense and intense smell of liquor that spreads slowly in the air, almost imperceptible.

While Jing Mian stopped, he was also stunned.

How can it smell of alcohol?

Is it Mr. Ren?

Mr. Ren...... Drunk?

And according to the number of shoes on the entrance, Jing Mian knew that Agent Yang had left, and now only Mr. Ren was left.

It turned out that the thing that made him panic was only because Mr. Ren had drunk.

For some reason, Jing Mian quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that it was not the marital crisis he imagined.

The living room and the hallway were very dark, he didn't even know where Mr. Ren was, Jing Mian had just taken two steps to touch the switch of the light.

Perhaps there was an obvious sound, Jing Mian heard Mr. Ren's familiar voice, a little hoarse, and sounded not far away: "Who?" ”

According to the distance and direction of the sound, Jing Mian noticed that Mr. Ren was sitting on the sofa.

It's also where I slept all night yesterday.

Jing Mian moved his hand to touch the headlight switch, thought about it, and turned on the small table lamp in the corner, and as he walked, he said softly: "Sir, it's me." ”

The light is dimmed,

The periphery also becomes softer.

Mr. Ren, who was drunk, was probably more calm and silent than usual.

Jing Mian had such a thought in his heart.

Jing Mian seriously suspected that it was probably Yang's agent's pot that did not close.

Thinking like this, Jing Mian felt that Mr. Ren, who was drunk like this, was a little cute.

He leaned over and put his shoes away.

Then, before he had time to put on his coat and walk through the entrance, Jing Mian suddenly heard Mr. Ren open his lips: "Mian Mian."

……

"Come here."

Chapter 53

Jing Mian's figure was stunned.

Somehow, my pupils slowly constricted.

His back was numb, his heart was beating wildly, his legs were not obedient, and the soles of his feet were heavy and soft.