I'd love to live next door to you

Han Zhijin stared at the smear of red, stunned for a while, then looked down to check his body.

He wasn't hurt But where did the blood come from?

Han Zhijin thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't remember anything. He stared at the bedspread's eyes and was hurt by the red stab.

With a confused and confused mood, after taking a bath, Han Zhijin changed into clean clothes and walked out of the room.

Arriving at the gate of the lobby on the first floor, Han Zhijin gave the car key to the doorman.

He always felt that something was wrong. He leaned against the glass door and bit his sunglasses leg. But he didn't know what was wrong. His memory only stayed in the scene of drinking in the golden and brilliant box

The car was soon opened by the doorman. Han Zhijin took the car key and was about to get into the car when someone shouted to him, "Mr. Han."

Han Zhijin looked up and saw that he was a brilliant waiter.

He didn't speak. The waiter came up to him and handed him a bracelet with both hands: "Mr. Han, this is what I saw on your bed when I just cleaned the room..."

"In my room?" Han Zhijin asked in wonder.

"Yes, Mr. Han."

Han Zhijin said "Oh" and took the bracelet. Before the waiter left, he got into the car, took off his sunglasses and studied the bracelet carefully

It's a bracelet made of pure gold, very familiar.

Han Zhijin chewed his sunglasses and thought for a while. It seemed that this was a bracelet bought by song youman and AI Jiang when Xia goodnight went to Hong Kong.

He remembered that song youman had mentioned that there was a word engraved on the back of this bracelet. AI Jiang is AI, and she is man.

Thinking, Han Zhijin began to study the bracelet carefully, and then he saw a very small "Ai" word behind the rose petals of the bracelet.

AI? Ajang? Why is Ajan's bracelet in his room? The one on the bed is red

As these thoughts flash through Han Zhijin's brain, his hand suddenly shakes and drops the bracelet at his feet.

No? Is that terrible? He was so hungry To Aijiang?

It's not right He has been drinking a lot more than ordinary people. He didn't drink much last night. How could he get drunk to pieces?

Han Zhijin's eyebrow was suddenly wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

He won't be touched, will he?

Thinking of this, Han Zhijin bent over, picked up the bracelet, threw it into the car's storage box casually, started the car at the same time, dialed a phone and left the resplendence.

"Thank you, little uncle?"

As the name came out of his mouth, Han Zhijin sighed in silence.

Just because of the little uncle, his friend, obviously no older than him, but he has to call the little uncle

"Are you in the hospital now? Oh I'm not sick, but I think I have a problem OK, then wait for me. I'll go to check with you now... "

An hour later, Han Zhijin got the test report from Xie Lin.

Han Zhijin, who slumped on the sofa and was shaking his legs, read the test report and didn't understand it. Then he turned his head to Xie Lin, who was washing his hands beside him, and asked, "Uncle Xie, don't let me read it. Tell me directly that I have a problem or not?"

Xie Lin didn't rush to answer Han Zhijin's question, but after slowly wiping his hand, he looked at him seriously: "Zhijin, who were you with last night? Do you know that I found a residual hallucinogen in your body? "