Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Chen Nansong swallowed the last bite of meat, raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's almost time, I'm leaving first."

"Huh?" Chen Bei looked at him blankly, "Don't care about me."

Chen Nansong thought for a while, then retracted his steps, "Send you to the hospital?"

"Okay." Chen Bei lowered his head and took another sip of soda, "Leave!"

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, Chen Nan snapped off his helmet, and waved at Chen Bei twice, "See you later, I'll take the car."

"Hey..."

He kicked the accelerator and flew away. Chen Bei stood alone on the stairs and took a few breaths of cool air.

The school had just finished, Chen Nansong didn't dare to get too close, and waited on the side of the street one road away, bowed his head and sent a message to Zhou Qingyan.

-beep

- Comes out in 10 minutes.

Chen Nansong leaned on the front of the car with his elbows, took off his helmet and hung it on his hand, turned his head and stared at the old man who was buying maltose on the side of the road, stared for a while, got out of the car, and squeezed in among a group of elementary school students to buy one.

Someone patted Kung Fu on the shoulder while bowing his head seriously.

"So serious, what are you doing..." Zhou Qingyan closed his mouth when he saw the candy in his hand, raised his head and smiled, "New?"

"Chen Bei's." Chen Nansong still had sugar in his mouth, it was so sweet that he had a toothache, "I'll give you the helmet."

Zhou Qingyan obediently got into the car, sat in the back to enjoy the breeze, and when the car was speeding faster and faster on the road, Chen Nansong was very happy, but he didn't know what happened to the people behind him.

The car roared twice when it was fast entering the community, and Chen Nansong was excited the moment he turned his head after turning off the engine, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I haven't sat down before." Zhou Qingyan wiped the sweat from the helmet on his forehead.

"Never sat down?" Chen Nansong looked at him with a smile, and walked into the room with his shoulders.

"I'm not interested in two wheels." Zhou Qingyan took out the key and opened the door, "But I don't mind if you become the driver."

Chen Nansong walked in with a smile, and suddenly stopped after two steps, "I find that I am a bit too natural when I enter your house now, my house is almost falling into dust."

"Are these little guys going to keep them?" Chen Nansong smiled while holding a kitten in his hand, "How many shall I share with you?"

"Okay, let's take two. There are too many to crawl around. Every day when I go home, I look around like a treasure hunt." Zhou Qingyan squatted beside him.

"Then I'll take these two faded ones." Chen Nansong grabbed two gray cats, one with a thigh, the two little ones didn't crawl, but stayed obediently, "There are still some things to finish."

"Then you are busy, I'll take a shower." Zhou Qingyan got up and walked upstairs. There is a fireplace in the living room. It has been cold for the past two days. After the switch was turned on, there was a trace of heat. Chen Nansong sat on the carpet and turned his butt towards the Moved sideways.

There is a list, seeing that there is not enough time, and it is estimated that I will stay up late again today, Chen Nansong looked up at his watch, ten o'clock.

"Let's go at eleven o'clock."

If he didn't leave, Zhou Qingyan probably wouldn't need to sleep.

The sound of crackling keyboards echoed in the living room, and the cat in the corner yawned. Zhou Qingyan didn't notice it when he went downstairs. The living room lights were too dim, and Chen Nansong was sitting on the table like a human-shaped light bulb.

The moment the water glass was placed on the table, Chen Nansong was startled, raised his head and smiled at the person, "There is no movement while walking."

"It's because you are too involved." Zhou Qingyan sat on the sofa and looked at him.

Chen Nansong closed the computer, "Then I'll go back first, and you won't be able to sleep because of the noise later."

"Don't go." Zhou Qingyan stared at him, "Don't make noise."

"...Then, fine." Chen Nansong paused for two seconds and turned on the computer again.

"Are you hungry?" Zhou Qingyan asked him.

"Now, I'm not hungry." Chen Nansong probably hasn't finished digesting the meat he ate at noon.

"Call me when you're hungry, shall I go upstairs first?" Zhou Qingyan stood up, and Chen Nansong obediently nodded a few times.

How dare he ask someone to wake up to cook for him in the middle of the night, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he can't do it.

The lights upstairs were always on, and Chen Nansong glanced at his watch. It was two o'clock in the morning, and the business at hand estimated that it would take two hours.

"Didn't you sleep?" He muttered in a low voice, then continued to work with his head down, and looked up at the upstairs every half an hour.

At exactly three o'clock, Chen Nansong met Zhou Qingyan's eyes the moment he raised his head. He was so frightened that he almost went to see Lord Yan in the middle of the night. He took half a step back and yelled shit, almost flipping the computer over with his foot.

"Scared?" Zhou Qingyan looked at him and reached out to turn on the light.

"I was so scared, I almost couldn't breathe." Chen Nansong took a deep breath, "Aren't you sleeping yet? Don't you go to work in the morning?"

"Isn't it the weekend?" Zhou Qingyan turned to look at him suspiciously.

"Huh?" Chen Nansong glanced at the date, "My brain is broken."

"Are you hungry now?" Zhou Qingyan lifted his feet to go to the kitchen, Chen Nansong hadn't said the words "not hungry", and his stomach let out a tacit understanding, "I'm hungry." He chuckled.

"It's almost finished, and it will be over in about 10 minutes." He speeded up his hand.

Zhou Qingyan worked in the kitchen for a long time, and Chen Nansong just turned off the computer when he came out with the bowl.

"Mian, I don't know anything else, just make do with it." Zhou Qingyan poured a glass of water and took a few sips leaning against the bar table.

"It's okay, it looks much better than the one made by the uncle at the door." Chen Nansong took a few mouthfuls of noodles, "Tsk, it's hot."

"Here." Zhou Qingyan pushed his water glass over.

"Let me tell you." Chen Nansong took two sips of water, "The last time someone made me noodles in the middle of the night was when I was in college. I worked part-time and got off work at four in the morning. When I went back to school, the dormitory door was closed. I was in school. Squatting at the door of the guard room."

"The uncle thought I was pitiful, so he made me some instant noodles." Chen Nansong smiled and took a sip of the soup.

"My life has always been ordinary, but nothing interesting." Zhou Qingyan said.

"I hope it's a bit more bland." Chen Nansong suddenly raised his head and smiled at him, "I'm done eating."

He lowered his head and stood by the sink to wash the dishes, when Zhou Qingyan suddenly hugged his shoulders.

"You said before that your life was a mess, but I don't think so." Zhou Qingyan whispered in his ear.

"I rarely see people like you in my ordinary life." Zhou Qingyan said.

Chen Nansong turned around, raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "What's it like?"

"It looks heartless, but it is affectionate."

"Split personality." Chen Nansong hugged his shoulder and smiled happily, and finally whispered, "I have never met someone so gentle as you."

"Is it too hypocritical?" Chen Nansong suddenly looked up at him.

"Yes." Zhou Qingyan smiled, "Are you sleeping?"

"Well... let's watch a movie, I don't think you're sleepy anymore." Chen Nansong pushed him to the edge of the sofa, "Is my intuition right? You don't want to sleep at all, do you?"

When Zhou Qingyan turned on the TV, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Sure."

The two watched a movie all night, and when the dog started barking outside the door and the square dance started, the two yawned together.

"I can't, let's go to sleep." Chen Nansong fell back and was about to nest on the sofa, but Zhou Qingyan dragged him upstairs, before his limbs were leveled, the phone rang again, and it was Chen Bei's grandson again.

"What are you doing again!" Chen Nansong yelled into the phone while lying on the bed, frowning.

"Your grandpa, I'm back!" Chen Bei looked energetic, "I'm at your door, open the door!"

"There's something wrong with you early in the morning!" Chen Nan was so relieved that he was about to vomit blood, turned around and got out of bed, opened the window and poked his head out to take a look.

That coquettish Chen Bei was wearing a patterned shirt and black sunglasses, and he was lying on the side of the blinding McLaren.

"Hurry up and drive me away! What if my house is targeted by thieves later?" Chen Nansong shut the window, "It's as if a nouveau riche has entered the city."

"Huh? Where are you? Can you see me?" Chen turned his head and looked around.

"It's not just me, you can be seen in the whole neighborhood." Chen Nansong couldn't sleep anymore, and turned to Zhou Qingyan, "Go down and have a look?"

When the door was pushed open, Chen Bei was taking a selfie with his phone on his face.

"No matter how much your mouth is turned up, it can be used as a hook." Chen Nansong rolled his eyes at him, "Get rich?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Chen Bei spread his hands, "Go for a drive! Why are you standing there!"

"Okay." Chen Nan let go of the car door and yawned, "Take me to Uncle Zhang's early shop."

Chen Bei: "...are you playing?"

He turned his head and stared at Zhou Qingyan, "Why do you two look like you haven't slept all night?" He lowered his head and smiled, and took out a key from his pocket, "Look what this is?"

"What? You stole the key to your warehouse?" Chen Nansong sat in the car and looked at him.

"What! This is the key to Nanzhuang, the one on the mountain, you fell into the water last year..."

"I know!" Chen Nansong glared at him, "Is your dad willing to give this to you?"

"Now I'm the sweet potato in his hands." Chen Bei said, "After two days to go skiing, I guess it will be almost next week."

"You reminded me." Chen Nansong stared blankly at the ground.

"what?"

"I don't have any clothes anymore. The overcoat blew a hole when the firecrackers were set off last year..." Chen Nansong yawned again.

"Fuck, I'm sleepy after watching." Chen Bei closed the car door, "Go to bed first, I'll pick you up at night."

"Don't invite me to your luxurious banquets." Chen Nansong looked at him.

"Is it okay to go to the skewers! The red bench on the side of the road, the one with smoky eyes?" Chen Bei said.

"Okay." After Chen Nansong finished speaking, he opened the door, and the car behind him slammed a few times before rushing out, "If my house is stolen, it must be him who brought it in."

"Okay, I'll go back to sleep for a while, you can rest too." He turned and walked towards the door of his room.

"Aren't you coming to sleep?" Zhou Qingyan looked at him with a little doubt on his face.

"Farewell, I'm afraid I can't help but jump on you, so we don't have to sleep anymore." Chen Nansong waved his hands a few times, took out the key and turned the door, and closed the door after watching people enter the room.

His house is not as well-decorated as Zhou Qingyan's house, and there is a sofa when he enters the door. He found this thing in a second-hand antique shop, and the legs of the sofa are a little trembling.

This sleep was very dark, and when I opened my eyes, it was dark, the sound of the loudspeaker at the door mixed with the sound of the square dance, Chen Nansong rolled on the sofa, and Pata fell to the ground.

"I'm used to sleeping in his bed." Chen Nansong muttered and got up from the ground, opened the curtains, and a red McLaren was parked at the door, with a wheel on his grass, and the owner was hooking up with his man friend.

"Chen Bei, you crushed my flowers!!" Chen Nansong opened the door and shouted.