Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The blind date bureau ended early on the grounds that the two people refused the female guests without restriction, and sneaked out of the bushes aside while the host announced the next item.

"Then I'll go back first?" Chen Nansong greeted him standing at the corner a few meters in front of his door.

"Okay, I'll wait here for Zhou Xin, you go back first." Zhou Qingyan stood under the streetlight beside him and waved his arms with a smile, "Good night."

"Good night." Chen Nansong obviously paused, and replied politely, but his tone was soft and outrageous.

Zhou Qingyan turned his back and was answering the phone in the direction of the door. Chen Nansong just opened the door. The moment the door was closed, the person under the streetlight turned his head.

beep beep -

The phone in his pocket vibrated crazily, Chen Nansong took it out, and the phone's caller ID: Unscrupulous elder sister.

"Hello?" Chen Nansong walked to the bathroom to wash his hands with the phone between his head, pressed a lump of foam in his palm, "Why did you remember to call your poor brother?"

"Nan Song, it's like this... My sister probably won't be able to go back next week, because... I, my wallet, ID card, and suitcase... all lost." The voice on the other end was a little soft, just listening It's full of grievances.

"What the hell??" Chen Nansong yelled out, the phone was not caught in his ear, and with a thud, the phone fell into the water.

"Damn it." Chen Nansong took out his phone and threw it into the water a few times, the voice on the other end of the phone was still clear, "My phone is scrapped, I'll give it to you later...beep beep..."

Shut down.

"Where the hell am I going to buy a mobile phone in the middle of the night!" He threw the mobile phone into the trash can in the toilet beside him.

"Okay, I can't afford to provoke you, and I can't hide anymore. I'll go to sleep." Chen Nansong raised his hands up and spread them out, "I admit defeat, I'm going to sleep now!"

The bed in the bedroom was creaked under his pressure, and he bounced on it a few times, before the quilt had time to cover him, he closed his eyes with his back exposed.It is estimated that the anger broke through the brain, Chen Nansong was panting heavily but couldn't sleep.

The whole person was tossing back and forth like a catfish on a chopping board. After tossing like this until one o'clock in the night, the sleepy bug finally flew over slowly, a few minutes before going to sleep.

The wall next door started to vibrate again, this time it sounded like the sound of a juicer, the creaking movement completely woke up Chen Nansong who had finally fallen asleep.

"Damn it." Chen Nansong covered his ears, unwilling to open his eyes, cursed in a low voice, and covered his head with a pillow.

"Are you sure you want to go in? Tiantian?? You... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

A movie was probably playing next door, the lines were clearly heard, and the screams gradually became clearer. Chen Nansong, who was sleeping, felt like a movie was playing in his mind, and the clips kept flashing.

This time he was completely awake.

"I'm fucking going to complain to you today!!" Chen Nan jumped up from the bed violently, with red marks on his face, he kept groping on the bed, "I'm on my phone!!"

In the trash can of the toilet.

In the middle of the night, Chen Nansong wanted to tear off a few strands of his hair, stood in place and kept circling, and finally stopped in front of the window suddenly, rushed to the toilet and picked up the broom.

"I'm making you miserable today!!" The broom in Chen Nansong's hand lost its direction, and the end of the handle slammed into the wall.

There was a bang, and the movement was so loud that it would have pierced the wall through the hole.

One blow was not enough for him to vent his anger, he had to hit it three or four times in a row until all the anger was exhausted before he stopped.

The movement next to him suddenly disappeared, as if someone was talking.

"Brother Song, you can afford to mess with me! Little thing." Chen Nan calmed down angrily, swung the broom, slapped the tower, and fell on the bed again, "It's time to sleep."

"Squeak—"

Damn, it's the sound of the juicer again.

"You are very thirsty in the middle of the night, aren't you?" Chen Nansong threw the pillow towards the opposite table, and the photo on the smashed table shifted its position, trembling twice on the edge.

The barefooted Chen Nansong rushed to the window sill and pulled the window open. The screaming chicken in the corner was crushed hard in his hands. In the next second, its face was facing the next window, under the night sky A loud cry erupted in the middle.

"I don't fucking believe that I can't kill you!" Chen Nansong stretched out his neck and cursed loudly at the balcony next door.

The middle of the night next door finally subsided, and Chen Nansong's drowsiness was completely exhausted. The alarm clock was set for nine o'clock in the morning, and he was going to rush to the mall to solve the mobile phone problem at the first moment.

He rushed to the corner and took out a marker pen. The small notebook in the drawer recorded the phone numbers of the community staff.

He wrote Sister Chen's cell phone number on the back of his hand, "I will definitely complain to you tomorrow!" He muttered in a low voice, and then he tossed and turned a few times before falling asleep.

The 301 next door was frightened by a rooster crowing, and as soon as the juicer was thrown away, a clear female voice said, "I told you to move to another house! Who are these people!"

"Who told you to squeeze vegetable juice in the middle of the night?" Zhou Qingyan nestled on the sofa and took a sip of boiled water.

"This is called detoxification and beauty. Do you understand health?" Zhou Xin sat on the side holding a glass of vegetable juice, "By the way, who lives next to you?"

"I don't know." The towel around Zhou Qingyan's neck was draped over his head, and he wiped his wet hair vigorously twice.

"I don't know? The crime rate has been rising very fast recently, so be careful." Zhou Xin dragged her slippers upstairs, "Ask your community administrator tomorrow!"

"En." The person on the sofa agreed casually with his throat in his mouth.

A man's voice came from outside the window, very loud.It seems to be scolding him.

"I'll call tomorrow." Zhou Qingyan said to himself, and the TV sound was turned down a little.

At 09:30 in the morning, Chen Nansong knocked on Fei Le's door with his wet hair.

"Uncle is going to buy a mobile phone, do you want to come with me?" Chen Nansong was putting on his clothes while speaking.

"Forget it, I'll wait for you to come back here." Fei Lezuan was unwilling to speak under the quilt.

"Too lazy." Chen Nansong packed up his bicycle and rode all the way to the shopping mall. With a wad of cash in his pocket, he bought a mobile phone of the same model as his before.

Before he stepped out of the shopping mall, Chen Nansong stretched out his arms and dialed Sister Chen's number.

"Xiao Song?" Sister Chen answered the phone.

"Sister Chen, I want to complain! This matter is very serious, I can't bear it, it must be resolved." Chen Nansong took a deep breath and was about to say the next sentence.

"By the way, Xiaosong, I was just about to look for you. The person next door to your house called me this morning." Sister Chen was probably eating breakfast, her mouth crunching.

"He's calling you! I haven't fucking looked for him yet!" Chen Nan smoked a cigarette and put it on his mouth in relief. He was afraid that he couldn't help getting excited later, so he threw the phone away again.

"It's like this, Xiao Song, he said you... that... there are always some strange people in the room, he is a little worried." Sister Chen's voice became smaller and smaller.

"What is he worried about?" Chen Nansong took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"He is worried that you are not a decent person, but!" Sister Chen took the time to continue, "But I told him, you are a good boy, there must be some misunderstanding, I thought of a solution, you listen? "

"Fix it?" Chen Nansong took the cigarette out of his mouth, "I'm going to fuck him up!"

"Don't get excited, Xiaosong, if that's the case, you two should meet and have a good talk, and the misunderstanding will be resolved." Sister Chen raised her voice, as if coaxing a child to eat candy, "What do you think? Yes. Let's talk for a while."

Chen Nansong took a deep puff of cigarette, "What is the other party like? I have to consider whether to bring a stick."

"Hey, she still looks pretty good, tall and big, and she speaks quite softly." Sister Chen said.

"Gentleness?" Chen Nanyan spit out the puff of cigarette, "That's easy."

Then he can definitely beat it.

"I want to give him a meeting gift." Chen Nansong reached out and called a taxi.

"That's good to be brave! Calmness is the most important thing, so what do you think at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon? Do you have time?" Sister Chen was quite happy to hear her tone.

"Okay." Chen Nansong got into the car, and after hanging up the phone, he began to think about his gift.

"I'll squeeze a glass of tomato juice for him, pour it from head to toe, and let him drink it up!" Chen Nansong finished his sentence through gritted teeth.

As soon as I entered the entrance of the community at noon, I didn't make a turn all the way, and walked directly towards the vegetable store.

The vegetable basket at the door was dangling in his hand, and humming, he swayed it all the way to the tomato shelf, picked and picked four, and took bitter gourd and celery along the way.

"I can't drink you to death!" Chen Nansong muttered viciously.

"Nan Song?" Someone called him from behind.

It was Zhou Qingyan's voice.

"Huh?" Chen Nansong immediately put on a smiling face, turned to look at him, "What a coincidence."

"Well, are you here to buy vegetables? What did you buy?" Zhou Qingyan held a watermelon in his hand, and lowered his head to look into Chen Nansong's basket, "Is this for... cooking?"

"No, it's for squeezing juice." Chen Nansong was busy weighing, and returned casually.

"Bitter melon and tomato?" Zhou Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "I didn't expect you...to be so healthy."

"Ah?" Chen Nansong glanced into the bag, and smiled awkwardly, "Isn't he getting old, it's time to take care of himself."

"It's pretty good." Zhou Qingyan hooked a good-looking smile, "But still pay attention to matching, otherwise you may have a stomachache."

"You have a lot of experience." Chen Nansong stood aside and waited for him.

Zhou Qingyan smiled a little forcedly, "Someone used me as an experiment yesterday."

"Zhou Xin?" Chen Nansong laughed.

"Yeah." Zhou Qingyan shrugged his shoulders, "I'm going to buy her some soy milk, you should go back first, and call if you need anything."

"Okay." Chen Nansong answered easily.

When he turned his head, he muttered again.When did you become so familiar.

Familiarity is like a friend who has known for a long time.

"Forget it, it's not a bad thing to have one more friend." He shook the bag in his hand twice and walked all the way into the house.

"Squeak--"

He squeezed juice in the kitchen, and what he squeezed was dark vegetable juice that poisoned people to death.

"Uncle! What are you doing again?" Fei Le was wearing bear pajamas, stepped on slippers and slowly moved over, looking at the green and black things in the juicer, he took a step back consciously, "You are studying how to poison me again Right? Or who have you tied up with recently?"

"Poisoning people to death is against the law." Ferrer emphasized again.

"Poison can't kill you." Chen Nansong took a beautiful glass, watched the green things poured into it, and then smiled, "I'm expressing goodwill."

"Why don't I find Xiaoxing's father in the next two days." Fei Le took a sip of water.

"Why are you looking for his father?" Chen Nansong looked at him suspiciously.

"His father is a lawyer. I'm afraid you will be arrested in two days." Fei Le left the kitchen after speaking, leaving Chen Nansong behind him stomping on the spot.

"Uncle! I have already thought about the composition topic for my weekend homework!" Fei Le suddenly poked his head out and shouted again.

"What topic?" Chen Nansong carefully looked at it while holding the cup.

"Too much at such a young age—I have an uncle." After Fei Le finished speaking, the slippers in the kitchen rushed out towards him.

"Get out!" Chen Nansong shouted.

"I'm fair, okay. The last time I wrote about it was my mother. Now it's up to you." Fei Le spoke in a low voice. After all, Chen Nansong still had a slipper hanging on his foot.