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As soon as he got home, Duan Yu's cell phone was bombarded by Chen Qian's text messages and phone calls. Before he could react, the cell phone was tossed until it ran out of battery and turned off.

"This woman might be thinking of eating me alive right now." Duanyu smiled helplessly, opened the door and entered the house.

As soon as he charged and turned on his phone, Chen Qian called again.

Duan Yu frowned, threw the phone on the table in agitation, then calmly poured himself a cup of hot water and put it on the table to cool down, then went back to the room and changed into warm and clean sportswear.

He returned to the living room, picked up a warm water glass, switched his phone to airplane mode, opened the text message and read the message from Chen Qian.

From the tone and content of the text message, it can be seen that at the beginning, Chen Qian tried to negotiate with him rationally, asking him what happened to the live broadcast, and wanted to ask him out to meet.After finding out that Duanyu ignored him at all, he started biting from embarrassment, using all kinds of ugly and vicious words, basically greeting all eighteen generations of his ancestors.

After reading all the text messages, Duanyu shrugged disapprovingly and put down the phone, scratched his head and thought about what to do next.

"I can't just avoid her like this, let everything I did before be wasted." Duan Yu sighed, turned on the TV, put his legs on the tea table lazily, and felt worried while holding the back of his head.

A large-scale orchestral symphony was playing on the TV, and Duan Yu didn't bother to change the channel. He stared blankly at the ceiling. He was a little exhausted from the day's running around. With the music in his ears, he fell asleep unconsciously.

Brother Feng's live broadcast has already caused an uproar in the live broadcast industry. Discussions about this live broadcast can be seen everywhere on Weibo forums.

After Duanyu hung up Lian Que's phone willfully, he has been browsing everyone's discussions on this live broadcast and their opinions on the parties on these social platforms.

Chen Qian was fleshed out by a troublemaker, while Duanyu was dubbed a "mask man" by everyone, and they all speculated about his real identity, and some people with outstanding skills used the almighty PS technology to expose him only The profile of his face has simulated his complete appearance, and compared with the real person, it is actually seventy-eighth like him.

Lian Que looked at the post-processed picture of Duanyu, turned off the phone guiltily, and plunged into the quilt depressed and restless.

He tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to sleep, eagerly waiting for the dawn.

What happened to Chen Qian has already happened, it's useless for him to think too much, now he just wants to take Duan Yu to solve the problem of driving without a license, this is the only thing he can do.

In addition, he also made up his mind to resign. He could no longer face Chen Qian, although it was almost impossible for Chen Qian to continue working in the company.

At dawn, Lian Que changed into his clothes and left home, taking the first subway to Duan Yu's house.

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Duan Yu, who was in a deep sleep, woke up suddenly, and looked at the time displayed on the TV with sleepy eyes. It was not even 7:[-].

It was sunny outside the window, and the faint morning light spilled in from outside.Duanyu rubbed his eyes, dragged his sore legs to the door, and pressed the answer button.

"Who is it?" He asked angrily, he didn't sleep well, and he was still a little bit angry.

"It's me, Lian Que."

Duan Yu was startled, recalling the phone call Lian Que had made to him yesterday, he couldn't help swallowing nervously: "What do you want from me so early in the morning?"

"You know." Lian Que said.

"I, I don't know...you hurry up, I have to go back to sleep, I don't have time to talk to you." Duan Yu was about to hang up the walkie-talkie, when Lian Que preemptively stopped him: "Don't hang up, or else I'm going to squat downstairs and watch for the whole day."

Duanyu supported his forehead depressedly, and said weakly: "Can't you just let me go? Just pretend we haven't met before? That's the end of Chen Qian's matter. No matter what happens in the future, I will It's my business, not yours."

"No." Lian Que said firmly, "How can you treat it as if you haven't encountered it? Since the incident has already happened, just repent with a correct attitude. Although you drove without a license, you didn't cause any trouble. You'll be released in a few days, it's better than being wanted as a car thief."

Lian Que didn't give Duanyu a chance to argue and catch his breath. Seeing that he didn't say a word, he said, "Open the door quickly and let me go up. Or, you can go downstairs, I'll wait for you."

Lian Que heard a heavy sigh coming from the intercom, followed by a "bang", and the door lock in front of him bounced open.

Duan Yu couldn't beat him, so he compromised.

Lian Que went upstairs and stood at the door of Duan Yu's house. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he saw light coming from the crack in the door.

The door was ajar and unlocked.

Lian Que gently opened the door and walked in. At a glance, he saw Duan Yu listlessly slumped on the sofa, hugging his white and tender feet, and giving himself a foot massage.

Duanyu saw that Lian Que was full of travel and dust, with a haggard face, and teased casually: "You must have been sleepless all night last night, I don't understand what made you worry about your heart, from the beginning to the end you Why do you feel more anxious than me when you stay out of it?"

Lian Que was taken aback for a moment, how could he have expected that he would be ridiculed and ridiculed the moment he came to the door.He was also thin-skinned, and when he was judged to be such a big lala, he immediately blushed.

"I think I'd better wait for you outside." Lian Que moved half of his body outside the door, sighed, and lowered his head aggrieved.

"My God, can you count on me? It's so cold outside, you should come in." Duan Yu waved to Lian Que, then sighed and stood up from the sofa, seeing Lian Que's mobile phone in his hands A bag of things, and asked: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Lian Que took a look at the plastic in his hand: "I saw breakfast downstairs, steamed corn, red bean paste buns, and soy milk. I think you didn't have breakfast, so you bought two."

Duanyu was not polite, as soon as Lian Que finished speaking, he took the food from him and pulled him in from the door: "Let's eat together."

Lian Que was sitting at the table cautiously, chewing slowly on the red bean paste bun in his hand, he glanced at Duan Yu who was sitting across from him and was wolfing down corn, and secretly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Duan Yu kept talking, and raised his eyelids to look at Lian Que.

Lian Que pointed to his mouth, handed Duan Yu a tissue, and said with a smile, "It's all corn kernels, just wipe it off."

"This is at my own home, and I'm so particular about it." Duanyu said so, but he still obediently took the tissue, wiped his mouth and hands, "I'm full, I'm going to change clothes."

"Yeah." Lian Que quickly stuffed the remaining buns into his mouth, took a big gulp of soy milk and swallowed the bean paste buns in his throat. Seeing that Duan Yu's cup of soy milk hadn't been touched, he asked : "Don't you drink soy milk?"

"Don't drink it, it's salty." Duan Yu looked back at him and smiled.

"So he likes to drink sweets." Lian Que smiled lightly, and after Duanyu entered the room, he walked around the living room to observe.

This house is a hardcover room. It has been decorated when it is handed over, and you can move in with your bags. From the hard decoration to the soft decoration, it is designed by a professional designer team.

There are golden chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, light white oak floors on the floor, beige fabric sofas, white wooden square coffee tables, and light blue drawers and dining tables placed against the walls, regardless of style and color The choice gives people a comfortable and harmonious sense of home, so that anyone who steps into this house has a sense of belonging at ease.

Lian Que came from the countryside and never lived in such a good house from school to work. He envied Duan Yu to be able to live in such a house at a young age, but to him, it was as far away as a fantasy .

"What are you looking at?" Duan Yu changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

"I'm looking at your house." Lian Que smiled shyly, "I've never stayed in such a nice house."

"What's wrong, it's crowded." Duan Yu curled his lips, "It's incomparable to the courtyard house I used to live in."

"Siheyuan?" Lian Que thought about it suspiciously, he had never seen a courtyard in M ​​City, "Aren't you a local?"

Duanyu was stunned, and realized that he had said something wrong. The big courtyard he lived in in the Song Dynasty was hundreds of years ago, and it was given to him by the high officials of the dynasty to please him.

"No, no... I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously." Duanyu smiled awkwardly.

The two left the community together. After the winter rain, the outdoor air became even colder. Every time one took a breath, it was like swallowing a few ice needles, and the throat was cold and itchy.

Lian Que came out in a hurry, without a scarf, and his neck was exposed. He was over [-] years old and couldn't bear it. His throat was itchy from the cold, and he couldn't help coughing a few times while covering his throat.

Duan Yu glanced at him sideways, stopped and stood on tiptoe to tie the black knitted scarf around his neck around his neck.

This warmth came so suddenly, Lian Que was a little embarrassed, flattered and wanted to take off the scarf and return it to Duanyu: "You should wear it yourself, I'm fine..."

"Are you alright with a cough?" Duanyu smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm young and strong, this coldness is nothing, besides, I haven't thanked you for your breakfast yet Woolen cloth."

"Young and strong..." Lian Que swept his gaze from the top of Duan Yu's head to the bottom of his feet, and said enviously, "That's right, when I was your age, I didn't even wear long johns in winter... Hey, not now gone."

"Really." Duanyu laughed a few times proudly, lifted his jeans as if showing off, exposed his calf and said to Lian Que, "Look, I'm not wearing long johns, and I don't feel cold at all."

"Hmm..." Lian Que glanced at his calf embarrassingly, thinking, this man is really childish.

Duanyu originally wanted to hail a taxi to go to the traffic management office, but he refused to let him. He felt that it was a waste of money. Taking the subway can go directly to the traffic management office, which saves money and does not cause traffic jams.

Duanyu had nothing to do with him, so he had no choice but to follow him to the subway station one kilometer away.

Chen Qian didn't go home all night, wandering the streets like a wandering ghost, while constantly calling and texting to harass Juan Yu.

She seemed to have turned into a walking dead, she didn't feel cold or hungry at all, only full of anger, she just wanted to find Duanyu, and figure out why he targeted and framed her like this.

It is no exaggeration to say that she was dazzled.

I don't know if Duanyu was too unlucky, or Chen Qian was lucky, but just as he and Lian Que walked out of the gate of the community, they were spotted by Chen Qian, who was wandering aimlessly across the road.

And the moment Chen Qian saw the two of them appearing together, all the confusion in her mind was resolved.

She was about to rush over to seek revenge against them, but just as she stepped off the curb, she was startled and stopped in place by a sharp horn.

"I don't have long eyes! I'm rushing! I don't know how to walk on the crosswalk!"

Chen Qian glanced at the speeding pickup truck, and breathed a sigh of relief as if she was alive after a catastrophe.

Lian Que and Duan Yu on the opposite side of the road heard the yelling and cursed, and looked across the road curiously. Chen Qian quickly turned around in panic and hid behind a tree.

She didn't know why she was so scared and guilty, until she saw the fruit stand just opened on the side of the road, with a fruit knife on it, she suddenly realized, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: You can't just take it easy. .