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"Xu Junyan, are you serious?"

After a moment of astonishment, Yang Chen was not as furious as I imagined, but just said something with a cold expression.

This extraordinary calm made me tremble with fear, like a deep pool where I can't see inside. At a certain moment, I foresee that the future will be out of all possibilities under my control.

But things have come to this point, I can only bite the bullet and go on.

"Okay." Yang Chen stared at me for a few seconds, then said calmly, "Xu Junyan, you'd better not regret it."

"I do not know."

I said firmly.

This time I chose the person I love and loves me, I will not choose wrong, and I will not regret it.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. The smile seemed to contain a mockery, and I couldn't tell it apart in the dark room.

"Then... I wish you happiness."

I put the keys on the table and felt an indescribable relief when I left Yang Chen's house.

But when I was walking on the road with my mobile phone in my hand, I could not suppress the uneasiness in my heart. I called Song Cheng as soon as I got out of the elevator, hoping to hear his voice immediately and see his warm smile as soon as possible, so that I could get A little power to calm the panic.

As soon as the call was connected, I couldn't wait to say, "Song Cheng, where are you?"

"Hi, I'm not Song Cheng, I left his mobile phone here." It was a gentle male voice who answered the phone, "Are you?"

My heart skipped a beat, but what I said was flawless: "I'm his friend, can I ask where he is now?"

"He seems to be on the set. I'm his classmate and I just had dinner with him. If you go to find him, can you come over and bring him your phone?" The man on the phone seemed a little helpless, "I still have something to do. Choi can’t be returned to him, it would be great if you could help.”

Suddenly, I felt that I was too neurotic, not to mention that not everyone in this world likes men, and Song Cheng's character is so dedicated and serious, how could he do something like two boats?

"Okay, tell me the address, and I'll go there now."

After the other party finished speaking, I froze for a moment: "Launch vehicle... research institute?"

"Yes, I'll put the phone at the gate guard later, my name is Cheng Heyun, you can just ask Cheng Gong." He sounded very good-tempered, "I'm sorry, I have a meeting later and I can't give it to you by myself." , thank you for running."

"it's okay no problem."

Anyway, I didn't want to go back to find Sun Ning and the others, so I just went to get the phone and went back to Song Cheng's house to wait for him.While thinking, I stretched out my hand to stop the car, and went to the place Cheng Heyun said - the National Academy of Launch Vehicle Technology.

It's quite tall.I thought to myself, so Song Cheng's classmates are so powerful.

The car drove to the research institute, and the main entrance of the research institute looked very serious under the night.I asked the driver to wait for me, and quickly ran to the security room at the door: "Hi, I'm here to get the things that Cheng Gong put here."

There were two guards in the room, and the older one said in a friendly manner, "You register your name and phone number here first."

I took the pen and wrote down the information in the record book. From the corner of my eye, I saw the young guard looked at me several times. I couldn't help but feel a little strange—could there be something on my face?

"All right."

I handed over the record book, although I wanted to ask the young guard why he was looking at me, but after thinking about it, it seemed a little hypocritical, so I took Song Cheng's cell phone and left in a hurry.

Back in the taxi, I specifically asked the driver if there was anything on my face, and the driver said cheerfully, "There are two eyes, a nose and a mouth, what else can there be?"

makes sense.I followed suit and smiled.

When I arrived at Song Cheng's house, I opened the door, only to find that he hadn't come home yet, and I couldn't reach him even if I lost my phone.I opened the refrigerator and looked and found that there was nothing to eat in the refrigerator. Thinking of Song Cheng's poor life, I simply went downstairs to a nearby supermarket to buy some fruit yoghurt for him.

In addition, I also bought a lot of nuts, imagining the blissful time when I was lying on the bed with Song Cheng, chatting and eating snacks, my whole heart felt light.

But when I got home, I found that I forgot to remove the tool to open the dried fruit in the supermarket. I was at a loss for a bag of macadamia nuts.

It would be too troublesome to make another trip, and maybe the supermarket just closed when I passed by... I might as well look at home for any substitutes that can be used.

I searched the kitchen for a long time, almost broke the condiment bottle, and tried several things that seemed to work without success.I knew it was a big deal and put it on hold for the time being, and I would just go to the supermarket tomorrow to get one, but I decided to fight it—couldn’t I, Xu Junyan, even succeed in cracking open nuts?I have to pry this thing open tonight!

What's more, Song Cheng has bought this kind of nuts before, and with his meticulous and considerate personality, he will definitely keep the tools somewhere.

"I don't believe it anymore, let me see where I put it...Hey, this is it?"

Song Cheng even tidied up the cabinet next to the kitchen for sundries. I took out a photo album from the bottom drawer. It was quite heavy and there were probably a lot of photos in it.

"Song Cheng's photography collection?"

The buckle on the side of the photo album was tightly fastened. After all, it was a personal item. Although I was very curious, I did not open it without authorization.I just held it in my hand and touched the cover lovingly, then put it back in its original place, thinking that I would ask him if he could read it when he came back.

Originally, I was only looking for tools, but now I am a little interested in the things in the drawer.I opened the bottom drawer and found that in addition to the photo album, there was a thick stack of letters tied up inside, and the folded corners of the envelopes were carefully smoothed out.

Of course I won't open these letters without permission, so I'm going to put them back after a quick glance, so as not to be difficult to clean up.

"Received by Song Cheng, the sender is Cheng Heyun...?"

It's not that I deliberately want to spy on Song Cheng's privacy, but the handwriting on the top envelope is very handsome and eye-catching, and I just heard that name tonight.

It turned out that Cheng Heyun had these three characters, but why did he write Song Chengshou?

I think Song Cheng may be his stage name. After all, he left his hometown to work in the entertainment industry, and his parents did not support him in acting. I can understand if he changed his name a little.Although it makes me a little uncomfortable that he hasn't told me the truth, people are mine now, and I don't care about such small things.

"Cheng Heyun's handwriting is pretty good."

I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, and I naturally have a good impression of people with good-looking handwriting, so I admired his natural and unrestrained strokes for a while before carefully putting the photo album back and closing the drawer.

It's almost time for Song Cheng to come back, right?

I glanced at my watch, it was almost 11:30 in the evening, I knew I should have asked for his agent's contact information.

I have to work tomorrow, so I gave up the idea of ​​looking for tools, took a shower, changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, playing with my phone a little bored.There are children upstairs making noise, and occasionally the sound of going up the stairs can be heard in the corridor, so I will concentrate on listening to whether the person stops at the door, so as to judge whether Song Cheng has returned.

It's like a wife who waits for her husband to come home late-this kind of imagination is quite funny, but the warm atmosphere contained in it makes me very greedy.

"When will you come home?"

By the time he realized it, the message had already been sent, and Song Cheng's phone lit up beside the bed.

How stupid... I smiled helplessly, took his mobile phone to charge him, and glanced at the message I sent on his interface.

[WeChat message from Jun Yan: When are you going home? ]