He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Sai'an finished the noodles quickly and walked to the kitchen with the big bowl in hand, not waiting for a second.

Oren followed Sian, took the bowl from Sian, and took it to the kitchen to clean.

Sai'an stood silently behind Oren, looking up at Oren from time to time.

Oren talks very little now, but he used to be extremely arrogant.

I really want the former Oren to travel through time and see what kind of virtue he has now, without scaring him to death.

Sai'an's mood improved inexplicably, things were changing, and Oren had reaped the consequences.

"Go back! The kitchen is too cold."

Oren washed the dishes and put them in the disinfection cabinet, dried his hands and told Sian.

"I can't feel it myself, why don't you tell me?" Sai'an couldn't help but sneered at Oren.

What he likes to do most now is to fight against Oren and get back the suffering he suffered before.

Oren knew that Sai'an was not angry, so he followed Sai'an obediently from the stairs next to the kitchen to the second floor.

It just so happens that you can reach their room from here, and it's very close.

Back in the room, Sai'an plopped down on the sofa, picked up his laptop and watched a movie.

Now he sleeps every day, day and night are reversed.

Oren sat next to Sian and looked at his phone again. He kept typing with both hands and seemed very busy.

Sian glanced at Oren, said nothing with a cold expression, and continued to watch the movie he had not finished.

By the time the movie ended, it was already more than fifty minutes later.

Sai'an stretched out and put his laptop on the coffee table, got up and walked to the bathroom to wash up.

After Sai'an finished washing and came out of the bathroom, Oren was still leaning on the sofa typing, making a constant clicking sound.

Sion didn't ask what Oren was doing! Go to the big bed and get under the quilt, lie down and close your eyes to sleep.

Seeing Sai'an lying down, Oren muted his cell phone, and the sound of typing disappeared.

Sai'an was not used to the lack of typing sound. He immediately opened his eyes and looked straight at the ceiling.

sleep.

Sian forced himself to close his eyes.

But ten minutes later, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Oren on the sofa with some irritability, because the place next to him was so cold that he couldn't sleep.

What was he busy with so early in the morning?

Sai'an was angry. He didn't know why he was angry, but he was just unhappy.

Oren, who was sitting on the sofa doing his work, didn't know that Sai'an was not asleep and was focused on his mobile phone.

It's not that he ignored Sai'an on purpose, but that a national star from country D cheated on him an hour ago. His short video platform was paralyzed, and he is now being rescued.

As the boss, Oren couldn't sleep. If he couldn't handle it well, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

Sai'an didn't know that something was wrong with Oren's company, so he picked up Oren's pillow and threw it at Oren angrily.

Oren, who was hit on the head by a pillow, looked up at the big bed, and met the eyes of Sian who stood up and looked at him with a frown.

Oren thought that his work had disturbed Sai'an's rest, so he got up from the sofa and said, "I'll go deal with it outside. You go to sleep first."

After saying that, he turned off the light and closed the door gently. Before closing the door, you could still see him looking down at his phone, not looking at Sai'an on the bed.

Sai'an looked at the closed door of the room in disbelief, his chest rising and falling violently.

"Fuck you bastard."

Sai'an cursed and beat the pillow wildly, so angry that he died.

But he didn't know why he was angry. Was it because he was unhappy about being ignored, or because he was unhappy about Oren leaving like this.

"I would be a pig if I waited for you."

Sai'an yelled. After yelling, he lay back on the bed in annoyance, holding back his temper and closing his eyes.

Oren, who was doing work in the small hall on the second floor, suddenly glanced in the direction of their room, and seemed to have come back to his senses and wondered if Sai'an was angry just now.

"I must be worrying too much."

Oren lowered his head and started working again.

It was already past four o'clock in the morning when Oren finished his work, almost five o'clock.

Oren stretched his stiff body, got up from the chair and walked to the room.

He pressed the door handle, but it couldn't be pressed.

He didn't believe it and pressed it harder, but he still couldn't press it.

Oren's mood was a little complicated and his heart was empty. Although they often quarreled, Sai'an shut him out for the first time.

Oren let go of the door handle and sent a text message to Sian, asking him to open the door for him.

After sending the text message, he kept staring at his phone. He didn't know if Sai'an fell asleep.

Sai'an couldn't sleep, he was leaning on the bedside, hugging himself and reading the text message sent by Oren.

After reading it, he threw the phone away angrily, buried his head in his knees and sniffed.

He didn't know why but he just wanted to cry. He wanted to cry inexplicably and he couldn't find the reason.

There was not a single sound in the dark room, and he was plunged into darkness and very scared.

Oren's eyes dimmed a bit as he waited looking at his phone outside the door. He might have guessed that Sai'an wasn't asleep, but just didn't want to open the door for him.

"Locked out?"

49 carried Haman and went upstairs to see Oren standing at the door of the room, and asked instinctively.

Oren put his cell phone into his pajama pocket and looked at 49 with an expressionless expression on his face, "Maybe he made him angry."

"Would you like to go through my balcony?"

49's room is next to Oren's, so that's why he suggested it.

"No, he didn't open the door just because he didn't want me to come in."

There was no emotion in Oren's eyes, but 49 could tell that Oren didn't look as calm as he appeared.

Haman, who had long light golden hair and hugged 49's neck, and sat obediently on 49's arm, also noticed that something was wrong with Oren, and looked at Oren without blinking with his beautiful light gold eyes.

Oren was a little embarrassed, but didn't get angry.

His eyes returned to the door, looking at it sadly.

"Would you like to sit in our room?"

Haman looked at Oren. It was too cold outside to stand for too long. His limbs must be stiff.

"I won't go, and I'll disturb your rest."

Oren refused as usual, keeping his eyes on the door.

Haman couldn't persuade Oren and looked at 49.

49 has no experience in persuading others, and now Oren and the others can’t do anything to persuade them.

49 carried Haman back to the next room. After a while, he took out a coat and handed it to Oren.

Oren nodded gratefully to 49.

"If you have anything to say, we won't fall asleep so quickly."

49 After saying this, he went back to his room and closed the door quietly.

Oren looked at the coat in his hand in a daze, and after a while he looked up at the door of the room.

If Sai'an didn't open the door, he would have to stand outside and wait.

At this time, Sai'an was standing in front of the door of the room and heard clearly the conversation between Oren and 49.

He lowered his head and sniffed, with tears still in his eyes.

Sai'an is not an unreasonable person, and he knows that it is cold outside and it is wrong to keep Oren locked up.

He opened the door, ran back to the bed with his little body, wiped his tears, lay on his side and hugged the quilt tightly without saying a word.

Oren didn't expect that Sai'an would open the door for him, and stared blankly at the dark room.

He did not return to his room immediately and knocked on the door of Room 49.

49, who was working on the sofa, heard the voice, neatly packed his nightgown, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Haman, who was lying on the sofa with his messy nightgown and long legs exposed, was panting and blinking in confusion.

Blushing and taking a breath, he looked down and saw that it was gone. What was there just now was just gone.