Is Queen of the Movies open today?

"Mom, help me clean up when you have time." Xia Chan said pretending to be relaxed, and loaded the last box into the car.

"Auntie, go back quickly, it's cold outside." Song Qi waved to Zhang Yirou through the window, Xia Chan opened the co-pilot's door and got in the car, Song Qi stepped on the accelerator, and the car started slowly.

"Oh." Zhang Yirou sighed, turned and went back home.

Xia Chan didn't have a lot of luggage, and she didn't like shopping in the first place. The only things she could take away from the room were some clothes, books, and a few dolls she had held since she was a child.

"Sister, isn't this place nice?" Song Qi took the key to open the door with ease, stood in the somewhat empty living room, smiled and turned around to ask Xia Chan for credit.

"That's right, you are moving things." Xia Chan couldn't help scolding, the two of them moved very quickly, and things quickly piled up in the living room.

Xia Chan carried the clothes into the bedroom and hung them in the closet, while Song Qi used his masculinity to install the floor lamp and the sofa cover that Xia Chan bought, and went to the study to install her new desk and put the books in order The code is on the shelf behind the desk.

After everything was settled, the two of them started mopping the floor, making the floor of the living room shiny and shiny.

When Gu Qinghui returned home from the night shift, as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw the neighbor's door was wide open, and there were several cardboard boxes piled up at the door.

The house opposite him had been vacant for several years. It was just bought at the beginning of the year, and it had been renovated for half a month. Presumably the owner moved in after the ventilation was over.

Gu Qinghui opened the door with the key, changed into slippers and went into the bedroom, took off his coat and threw it into the washing machine, poured in laundry detergent and disinfectant and started washing the clothes, took a shower, went into the bedroom and fell asleep.

He was woken up again by the sound of pinging and bangs coming from the next door, and the sound of rubbing against the floor when the sofa legs were being dragged was particularly obvious. He frowned slightly and picked up his phone to look at it.

It was just after eleven o'clock at noon.

When the house moved to the new year, Xia Chan changed the shape of the living room, then checked the nearest supermarket on her mobile phone, went shopping, and filled up the newly bought refrigerator.

After tidying up the house thoroughly, Xia Chan slumped on the sofa, opened a can of beer, and looked at the riverside scenery outside the window quite comfortably, feeling a great satisfaction in her heart.

In the evening, she specially called to ask Xia Xi, Song Qi and her close colleagues from the newspaper office to have hot pot together at home.

Seeing Xia Xi, several colleagues couldn't help but gossip about the news about the entertainment industry. In order to have a good time at the housewarming banquet, Xia Chan specially told several colleagues not to gossip about celebrities.

A group of people ate very late and played around until after ten o'clock before returning home one after another.

At the same time, Gu Qinghui suffered from insomnia.

It may be because of a day's sleep that made it difficult for him to fall asleep in bed, but the voice from the next door disturbed him even more.

Having neighbors is not necessarily a good thing.

After lying down for more than an hour, he just felt a little sleepy when the next door started to say goodbye. The sound of the people at the door waving their greetings sounded, and then there was the sound of bowls hitting the sink.

Unbearable, no need to endure.

Gu Qinghui got up, put on a thin coat, opened the door and knocked on the opposite door.

After knocking for a long time, the opposite side opened slowly, revealing a big red face.

Xia Chan has a small problem, that is, she tends to blush and become hot after drinking, like a red apple. Once she notices that her face is hot, it means she is drunk.

"Who are you looking for?"

"...It's you." After seeing the neighbor's face clearly, Gu Qinghui was surprised for a second, and then asked with some uncertainty, "You are the one who bought this room?"

"Otherwise, I snatched it?" Xia Chan's head was not clear enough, and she didn't recognize the person in front of her. "Is there anything else, the door is closed without me."

"...Wait." Gu Qinghui pressed the door she was about to close with one hand, smelled the smell of alcohol on her body, and took a half step back in disgust, "Go to bed if you drink too much, and don't wash the dishes."

"But I still have a lot of dishes to wash." Xia Chan shook her head and did not accept Gu Qinghui's suggestion.

"Wash tomorrow. Go to bed right now." Gu Qinghui was a little harsh, Xia Chan was yelled at by him, nodded timidly, and obediently turned around and went back to the room.

Looking at her back, Gu Qinghui sighed silently, and helped her close the door.

The man may not have done anything terrible if he had been drinking.

Early the next morning, Xia Chan was still in a dreamland, and the alarm clock rang n times before waking her up from the bed. She looked at the time, jumped up from the bed, packed her things and ran out at the speed of light.

It's over, it's late!

Xia Chan stood outside the elevator, frantically pressing the buttons, watching the time on her phone slowly approaching nine o'clock, she felt a sense of regret that she wanted to strangle herself to death.

Drinking is wrong, drinking is wrong.

The elevator was about to reach the floor, and inside the other door, Gu Qinghui slowly changed his shoes and opened the door, walked to the elevator, and stood beside Xia Chan.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

He suddenly spoke, his cool tone really shocked Xia Chan.

Xia Chan turned her head, only to find that Gu Qinghui was standing next to her.

"Why is it you?" The expression on Xia Chan's face distorted at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it was over, she was about to forget about her hot-headed confession to Gu Qinghui and pretend that it hadn't happened. When she looked down, she couldn't see the neighbor who looked up. God simply blocked her way out.

"Your words are what I want to say." Gu Qinghui's expression was slightly tired, and he smiled coldly, "Thanks to you, I suffered from insomnia in the middle of the night last night."

When the elevator arrived, Xia Chan hurried in with a perfunctory apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, maybe I drank too much yesterday." One of the reasons why she didn't want to drink alcohol since she was a child was that she would let herself go if she drank too much. So good, let Gu Qinghui who lives next door hear it.

"So, I advise you to drink less alcohol before you move out." The elevator descended from floor to floor, and it was almost nine o'clock, and there were no people on the elevator, and the journey was smooth, "A word of advice, the girl is alone Don’t get drunk at home, otherwise you open the door to strangers, and you can think about what will happen.”

Lift to the first floor.Before Gu Qinghui continued to teach, Xia Chan threw the bag behind her, spread her legs, and rushed out frantically.

"I'm sorry Gu Forensic Doctor, I will definitely come to apologize later!"

Relying on her legs that have been running the news for many years, Xia Chan managed to clock in at the last second before nine o'clock.

Sitting on the desk, Xia Chan breathed a sigh of relief.

This early in the morning, it was too difficult.

She is penniless now, and if she is deducted for being late, she will die.

"Sister Chan, have you just moved to a new house to sleep? I thought you must be late today. Fortunately, the boss is not here, otherwise you will definitely be scolded." Song Qi couldn't help but say hi while tidying up the desktop. A powerless look.

"Do you know who lives next to me?" Xia Chan leaned closer to Song Qi, and looked at him with a secret face, "You wouldn't even be able to guess if you were killed."

"Who is it?" Song Qi approached curiously and asked.

"Gu Qinghui." Xia Chan sighed silently, what she said outside the court that day is still vivid in her memory, lingering in her ears over and over again, she is now the biggest joke in the world, and she has lost the biggest face in the past 25 years.

"Gu Qinghui?!" Song Qi didn't stop him, and the volume became louder, causing the people around him to look sideways. He quickly lowered his voice and moved closer to Xia Chan, "Is it really Gu Qinghui? Oh my god, this is a bad fate." ah."

"Isn't it?" Xia Chan leaned on the back of the chair and sighed, she didn't know whether she was evil or not, but Gu Qinghui must have been sent by God to clean her up.

"Sister, take care." Song Qi patted Xia Chan's shoulder sympathetically, and went back to write the news. Xia Chan was stunned for a while, and pulled back her thoughts.

She has just spent all her savings, and now she is heavily in debt. She must work harder than before to completely get rid of the poor peasant class.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening when Xia Chan returned home after working overtime. She walked downstairs exhausted. Just as she was about to go upstairs, she heard a whimpering sound.

There were many stray cats in the neighborhood, so she didn't care much, but the voice was really weak and weak. She walked around the greenery next to her and found the little cutie hiding under the holly.

It was a white kitten, it looked less than two months old, its front leg was injured, and its white fluffy fur was dyed red. It should be a stray cat, she softened her heart, lowered her head, picked it up, and carried it upstairs.

It's a pity that she just moved to a new house, she hasn't bought emergency medical supplies, and there is nothing available at home, so she struggled for a few seconds and decided to knock on the door next door.

After knocking for a long time but no one answered, Xia Chan remembered that when she was squatting in front of the autopsy office, Gu Qinghui often worked overtime until very late.

Maybe not back yet.Just as Xia Chan was about to turn around, an emotionless voice came from behind her.

"What's up?"

Xia Chan put on a flattering smile, turned around slowly, and was about to speak when Gu Qinghui suddenly lost his footing and took a step back.

Seeing the horror in his eyes, Xia Chan guessed that this cold-blooded forensic doctor had a cleanliness obsession looking at the dirty kitten.

"I don't have povidone iodine and gauze in my house. The kitten is seriously injured. Can you bandage it up?"

Gu Qinghui's eyes were tangled for two seconds, and finally he gave in.

"Come in with me." He took out the key to open the door, Xia Chan was about to follow him into the living room, but he suddenly turned around and stretched out his hand to block it, "Stop, you just stand here."

He turned around and hurried into the work room. When he came out again, he was carrying a translucent medicine box and a large disposable isolation pad in the other hand.

He spread the isolation mat on the sofa and motioned Xia Chan to sit on it with the cat in her arms.

Xia Chan resisted the urge to roll her eyes, sat on the isolation mat, put the cat on her lap, and held the cat's injured hand with one hand, exposing its wound.

Gu Qinghui put on rubber gloves with ease, took a razor and carefully shaved part of the hair on the cat's legs, patiently disinfected it with iodophor, and then wrapped the wound with gauze.