I'd love to live next door to you

"When I want to go back, I'll go back naturally. If I don't have my permission, I'll follow me again. You know the end!" He Che ignored Chen Cang, who was silent. After saying what he wanted to say, he put out the smoke and was ready to leave.

After he had gone for two steps, Chen Cang shouted, "boss..."

He Che stops, but doesn't look back.

Chen Cang stared at his figure and hesitated for a while. After all, he asked what she had noticed as soon as she appeared: "boss, are you hurt because you have blood on your arm? Do you want me to... "

"Not in the way." He Che lost three words and left.

Chen Cang stood at the same place, pinched the small medicine bottle in the palm of his hand, and scratched the dark under his eyes.

Her boss, no matter what, is too simple emotionally, simple It's just stupid.

A taxi happened to drive by the side of the road. He Che reached out and stopped the car. When he got into the car, he Che rolled up his sleeve and showed a circle of bitten teeth marks on his arm.

Little girl's teeth are really sharp The little girl also told him that she and he were not familiar enough that he could call her good night

He Che smiled again. How could he? One day, when the little girl knows who he is, don't say good night. Even if it's good night, she will let him shout.

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After Zhang te helped to send Xia goodnight home, he hurried to Han jingnian's side.

Summer goodnight changed a suit of home furnishing clothes, began to be busy with her own design draft, the working time always passed quickly, when she stopped, it was completely dark outside the window.

She put down her pen and looked at the time on the wall. It was eight o'clock in the evening. No wonder she felt that her stomach had been rumbling.

Good night in summer, I simply cooked a bowl of noodles, filled my stomach, jogged on the treadmill for half an hour, and then went to take a bath.

After she came out of the bathroom, she took another look. It was half past nine.

Today is Saturday. Even if Han jingnian has work to be busy, he should have finished it. Now he hasn't come home. I'm afraid he won't come back tonight, right?

After a while, I sat in front of the dresser, dried my hair, finished painting bottles and cans, and then picked up a pen again to continue to decorate my design.

Her thoughts didn't flow in the afternoon. She drew on the paper for a long time, but she was not satisfied.

She changed the white paper and looked at it again. It was half past ten

When her mobile phone reminds her to sleep, Xia goodnight finds out that she even drew a design draft and ran to write a few lines.

"I've been watching you in ways you know and don't know."

"You always mess up my heart and my bed and never come back."

"Why don't you go home again?"

"Han jingnian, why don't you always go home?"

"Han jingnian, do you know that I'm really afraid that I will choose to let you go one day?"

Looking at the lines he wrote down, Xia goodnight turned his head and looked out of the window. Then he felt like hating himself for not fighting. He suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball with a breath, threw it forward and went to sleep.

The paper ball hit the wall and fell into the crack behind the TV cabinet.

On Sunday, Han still didn't go home.

On Monday of the new week, good night in summer, as usual, I get up at nine o'clock and go to work.

After arriving at the company, I don't know if it's her illusion. She always feels that the atmosphere is not right.

PS: make a line comparison: if you want to read a novel, please choose "time and you are beautiful"; if you want to listen to a novel, please choose "time and you are beautiful"; if you want to read a cartoon, please choose "time and you are beautiful" ~ Yes, this is a hard and wide, do you take it or not?