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When I came out of the shower, Yan Minglang had already heated up the food.

In fact, I have always felt that Yan Minglang is not at all the same as the rich people I have met. He is very capable in life. He's kind of a housekeeper.And you can eat exquisite meals as well as food stalls on the side of the road, without being pretentious at all.

In some ways he is a very charismatic person.

While waiting for me to take a shower and eat later, Yan Minglang also made an extra mango sago dew, the taste is no worse than the ones sold outside.I drank a cup, refilled another cup, and took it to the study to drink slowly.

Yan Minglang was very helpful to me, and he looked at me with extra gentle eyes.

I knock on the computer for a while every day, and the detective story that I put down for a long time has been sorted out. Recently, the writing has become smoother. If I spend an hour or two writing every day, I can finish it in about two months. .

As for how to deal with this story after writing, I haven't thought about it yet.

After typing on the keyboard for more than an hour, I re-examined the results of tonight, and after confirming that there were no major mistakes, I finally saved it again.

Seeing me turn off the computer, Yan Minglang asked me, "What are you typing on the keyboard recently? Are you playing games?"

I said with some embarrassment, "Did I bother you?"

He shook his head.

I felt relieved: "I wrote a story a few years ago, and recently I have time and want to finish it."

Yan Minglang raised his eyebrows: "Stories? What type? Fairy tales?"

"Detective," I said.

Yan Minglang obviously didn't care. He probably thought that with my IQ, I couldn't write any serious stories, let alone brain-burning detective stories.

He let out an "oh" and looked down at the book.

I also took the book to read.

Every night after dinner, two people are doing the same thing in the same space, just reading together, it gives me a feeling that my current life is still very warm.

I enjoy this time of night.

Before going to bed, Yan Minglang told me that Chen Lun asked him to play tennis with him on weekends and asked me to go too.

I was very surprised, and my heart was flattered.Even though he said that Chen Lun specifically asked him to take me with him, I still felt that if it wasn't for him himself, he would be willing. Given his personality, he might not listen to Chen Lun's words.

Seeing my excited expression, Yan Minglang suddenly pulled his face down: "Are you chatting well with him?"

"Who?" I was stunned for a moment before I realized, "Mr. Chen? No." After all, he was his friend, so I was embarrassed to say in front of him that I didn't like the tone of that person's speech.

"I see you are very happy."

"Yeah," I looked at him, and it took me a while to realize that he had misunderstood, "No. It's rare that you would like to take me out to play, or with your friends... I thought you didn't like to let your Friends know me and now know that's not the case, and I'm happy."

What I said was a bit of pretentiousness. While being pitiful, I flattered him and made him feel like I couldn’t do without him. The main reason was to make his face return to normal.

But it's also half true.

Sure enough, Yan Minglang's face is not as long as it was stretched, but it is not as happy as I imagined.

He frowned slightly and looked at me for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. I thought he would say something more, but he just turned over and lay down.

I turned off the light and lay down too.

I stared into the dark void, probably a bit sleepless in anticipation of the weekend.

I turned sideways and looked at the faint silhouette of the man who was an arm's length away from me.

Except for going to bed and afterwards, we generally rarely have much physical contact between us, and even when we sleep, the bed is big enough to sleep comfortably even if we are farther away.

For some reason, I suddenly wanted to get closer to him.

I rubbed against him bit by bit, and seeing that he didn't respond, I lightly pressed the pillow against his, and then slowly lay down beside him.

Yan Minglang didn't react at all, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen asleep.

I turned to him, hunched over, with my head on his shoulder.

I could even feel the heat radiating from the skin of his shoulders.

It's like when I was a child, I would occasionally climb into my parents' bed, and they would sandwich me in between. No matter which direction I turned, I could feel their body temperature, so warm.

I closed my eyes contentedly.

The next morning I was woken up by Yan Minglang.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was hugging Yan Minglang's arm tightly in my arms like a pillow.He glanced at my pillow that was obviously premeditated and placed with his. I was embarrassed to say that I crawled over because I was drowsy. I didn't explain anything at all, let go of his arm and let him get up. .

Usually at this time I will continue to sleep for another hour and wait until 08:30 to get up.

But today Yan Minglang came out of the wash and saw that I was curled up in the bed and fell asleep again, so he came over and lifted the quilt off me.

"Come with me to the company today."

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

He frowned slightly: "Why, why can't I invite you if there is nothing to do?"

"That's not what I mean," I rang the alarm, and the sleepy bug ran away completely, "It's just that I have to be busy during the day..."

He stared at me, and I felt that he was about to have an attack. He suddenly took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down, and after a few seconds he asked, "What are you up to?"

"Working."

"..." He paused, and the emotions he had finally suppressed rushed up again, "Part-time job? Didn't you say that you didn't continue to wash the dishes?" His eyes widened again, "So you're doing it again this time? What did you find to do?"

I didn't quite understand why he got angry over such a trivial matter, but I answered him honestly: "Playing a puppet in an amusement park."

"...How long have you been doing this?"

"It will be almost two months at the end of the month."

He took another breath, closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it anymore, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, gave some brief instructions, and then looked at me again.

"Shaw," he said, "let's talk."

I nodded and followed him to the sofa and sat down.Since he said he wanted to talk, he didn't necessarily want to teach me a lesson, and I wasn't that nervous.

"Before I told you to come to the company, why didn't you come?"

"If you say I'm too free, go, but I'm very busy."

"...you can resign!"

"But I did a good job, why did I resign?"

Facing Yan Minglang's sharp eyes, I didn't know what was wrong with me, and I suddenly felt guilty, and my voice lowered: "I only studied until the tenth grade, and I don't know anything. I can't do anything in your company. Maybe You don't care, but I don't want to, I want to make money on my own, and—"

He interrupted me: "What do you want to buy?"

"what?"

"Clothes? Shoes? Electronics?"

"I don't plan to buy yet..."

"Then what money do you make? Is the money I gave you not enough to spend?"

I bit my lip and said slowly after a while: "I said, I want to make money by my own ability. I know, you have already spent a lot of money for me, and you don't care about this, but..."

I can't go on.

If he knew that I am also a person with self-respect, he would not question me now.

I don't know if it's because my inner thoughts have finally been conveyed to his heart, and his expression has finally softened a little.

"I didn't think about it that much."

Based on my understanding of him and his overall personality, what he said to me was no different than an apology.I was stunned for a long time, and quickly took the opportunity to take out all the money under the mattress.

I didn't count before, and there are already eight envelopes.

I handed all the envelopes to him: "I'll return the money to you. There's a total of [-] yuan. There's only [-] yuan here. I'll take the [-] yuan and return it to Chen Jin. You know, I lost his wallet." I didn't Speaking of returning the [-] to him, I knew he would be angry if he said it.

Yan Minglang didn't answer.

I boldly said: "The 6000 million Australian dollars you helped me repay has already bought me. This kind of money... I don't want it."

"This kind of money?"

"Yeah," I blushed, and stopped talking, "this kind of money is similar to prostitution."

Yan Minglang didn't speak for a long time.

I couldn't help but glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He stared at me expressionlessly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Anyway, today I was going all out, and regardless of what he thought, I put the money directly next to him.

He still didn't respond.

I bit the bullet and asked him: "Can I go to work... It's too late and I will deduct my wages."

He just looked at me thoughtfully, and then nodded his head inconspicuously for a long time.

As if I had been pardoned, I grabbed the suit and ran away.