I'd love to live next door to you

The food has been cooked and put on the table for half an hour. Han jingnian is like a statue. He doesn't move his chopsticks.

The servant standing next to him could not look down. He stepped forward and whispered, "Mr. Han, if you don't eat again, the food will be cold."

Han did not speak for several years, but glanced at the servant lightly.

His eyes are as if mixed with ice. The cold light in the corner of his eyes makes people shiver.

His momentum is too fierce, just a look, let the servant's heart jump out of a surprise.

When the servant's legs were soft, she almost fell to her knees. She did not dare to say a word at once, and left the restaurant as if fleeing for her life.

When other servants saw this scene, they all secretly lowered their heads against the wall and fled from the restaurant.

Originally very quiet restaurant, in a short time only Han jingnian was left alone.

He sat motionless in his chair, facing a table of vegetables, still no sign of moving his chopsticks.

Half an hour passed

An hour passed

Three hours later

The floor clock in the living room rang eleven times, indicating that it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Sitting in front of the dining table, when the bell rang for the last time, his eyebrows and eyes moved, and finally he had a reaction.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall.

Eleven o'clock Han Zhijin has not come back, that is to say She and Han Zhijin have not finished their meal yet?

Han jingnian did not know what was wrong with him. He was always calm. He became a little impatient. "Come!"

In the room at the corner of the living room, the servants huddled together, frowning and winking, and then after hearing the voice of Han jingnian, they shuddered together. You looked at me, I looked at you, hugged each other for a long time, and no one was willing to go out.

The atmosphere of the whole villa has become more strange.

The servants made eye contact for a while, and then began to guess boxing. The losers, like going to the execution ground, were red eyed, grinding their way to the door of the restaurant, and then they dared not take a step further, keeping a gap of five meters away from Han jingnian. The weak and helpless opened their mouth: "Han, Mr. Han, what can I do for you?"

The voice of Han jingnian's mouth is light, but it hides the unspeakable murderous intention and anger: "call Han Zhijin and ask when he will go home."

"Yes, yes..." After Han's years, the servant rushed to the telephone in the living room and dialed Han Zhijin.

After hanging up, the servant slowly and slowly rubbed against the door of the restaurant like a snail. "Master Zhijin said, it's still early. When he arrived at KTV, the venue was not hot, hot, hot..."

Speaking of this, the servant obviously felt that the pressure of the whole restaurant was so low that she didn't even pay attention to what she said later and ran away.

The whole villa, as if frozen, is quiet, cold and murderous.

The bell in the living room rang twelve times. Han jingnian opened his mouth again: "call Han Zhijin again!"

The servant shook his fingers and called Han Zhijin.

After hanging up, just like before, the servant ran to the door of the dining room, how far and how far away he was from Han jingnian: "master Zhijin said that he was singing with his wife, let me not disturb him, and then he hung up the phone without waiting for me to speak..."