Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

"Brother, tell me the truth, is that boss going to take care of you?" Tang Tianba stared at the well-decorated duplex apartment in front of him, with his hips akimbo aggressively, as if he was about to roll up his sleeves and fight with someone .

Yingnuo was also a little confused. When Zheng Zeyu gave him the key, he clearly said "staff dormitory", but judging from the current situation, the level of luxury here obviously exceeds the category of staff dormitory.

"I don't know what's going on." Ying Nuo was holding a small suitcase in his hand, standing at the door of the apartment at a loss, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

Tang Tianba groaned extremely dissatisfied, threw his luggage to the door casually, held Ying Nuo's shoulder and asked nervously: "Brother, you have been taken care of by your boss, right?"

Before Yingnuo could explain, Zheng Zeyu hurried over, with a few fat and strong bodyguard brothers behind him, all of them were carrying cardboard boxes, big and small, and they looked like some small boxes. Home appliances and daily necessities.

Ying Nuo hurriedly stopped Zheng Zeyu, her small face wrinkled into a bun: "What's going on, didn't you say that I was assigned a staff dormitory?"

Zheng Zeyu smiled slightly, opened his eyes without changing his face, and said nonsense: "This is the staff dormitory, Mr. Tang, don't you have any burdens, the company attaches great importance to your performance in Director Liao's drama, and sooner or later you will be popular in half the sky in the future Thing, what is this small apartment? Besides, it is the company's job to provide you with a comfortable housing environment. Besides, isn't there a younger brother Tianba who wants to live together? After all, it's better for two people to be more spacious. "

Yingnuo knew that Zheng Zeyu was only following orders, so she couldn't make things difficult for him, so she reluctantly accepted, "Then please thank Mr. Han for me."

Zheng Zeyu smiled again. In fact, he wanted to say that you should thank him personally, but because there were still minors present, he swallowed his words back.

Tang Tianba watched coldly from the sidelines, his handsome face was as dark as if it had been wiped with ashes from the bottom of a pot.

After the bodyguard brother put away all the things, Zheng Zeyu led the people to evacuate, and Yingnuo stood in the living room of the apartment and sighed, thinking that if he couldn't make a name for himself in the entertainment industry, he would really be trapped. It's okay to raise.

After moving all his belongings to the bedroom on the second floor, Yingnuo found that the whole apartment was spotless even the floor, obviously it had been cleaned carefully before he moved.He smiled helplessly, opened his small suitcase, and hung the clothes inside neatly in the closet.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, and when Ying Nuo picked it up, he heard Han Cheng's smiling voice: "Do you like the apartment?"

Ying Nuo pursed her lips, her cheeks started to feel hot involuntarily, and her voice was small: "Mr. Han, thank you for helping me find such a good house. The rent...will the rent be very expensive?"

In fact, since Hancheng knew that Yingnuo's house in the demolition building was about to expire, he told Zheng Zeyu to prepare a house.Zheng Zeyu wanted to please the future president's wife, and he was looking for a small villa with a single family. When he showed the photos to Han Cheng, the other party rolled his eyes: "Do you think that according to the child's temperament, he will Are you willing to live in a villa?"

Zheng Zeyu smiled awkwardly, knowing that he had used too much force, and after admitting his mistake, he started wandering around the big real estate from morning to night, and finally chose such a small duplex apartment building. The most important thing is that it is super invincibly close to my boss's apartment, and the two neighborhoods are separated by a road.

Han Cheng expressed his satisfaction.

"Of course the rent is expensive, but it's an area where every inch of land is very expensive." The man's voice was very leisurely and comfortable, with a hint of humor, "So, how will you repay me?"

Yingnuo sat on the tatami in front of the French window, unconsciously clasped the phone case with her fingers, a faint blush spread from her ears to her neck: "I work hard to film and make more money for the company..."

Han Cheng couldn't hold back a few muffled laughs, and wanted to say some more private whispers, but it seemed that a secretary knocked on the door, and after a few words, he hung up the phone.

Yingnuo put down the phone and rubbed her face vigorously with her hands.

He always felt that what happened in the past few days was like a dream. A big living person was suddenly squeezed into his ordinary life, and this person had a strong sense of existence, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Tianba standing behind him at some point, and the boy was staring at him like a ghost, with an eerie expression on his face.

"What's the matter with you?" Yingnuo felt a little puzzled. It stands to reason that Tianba has always been a sunny and cheerful boy. Most of the time, he was acting like a baby or playing tricks. Why is he always frightening people with a cold face recently?

Tang Tianba sneered, fixed his eyes on Yingnuo's phone, and raised his eyebrows, "Brother, are you dating that Mr. Han?"

Ying Nuo was taken aback, for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Ever since he was confessed by the gold master's father in the private room that day, the relationship between the two has changed from a hierarchically distinct hierarchy to an intimacy. Han Cheng looked at him with more gentle eyes, and pressed him into his arms and kissed him. Kissing and hugging became commonplace, and he would even bite his earlobe viciously in the office with no lights on, and call him baby in a hoarse voice next to his ear.

The originally fierce man suddenly became obsessive, which made Ying Nuo feel a little worried.

He didn't know if it was just a man's temporary novelty or something else. In short, such a seemingly illusory but real relationship made him feel a little ecstatic. He should choose to resist rationally, but he couldn't help being attracted. For many moments, he felt that he had plunged headlong into the abyss.

"We..." Ying Nuo muttered, the temperature on his face that had finally been lowered rose again, "We haven't formally dated yet."

Tang Tianba's eyes darkened, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and after a long while he lowered his head and said "I understand", then turned and walked out of Yingnuo's bedroom.

"What's wrong with this child?" Yingnuo continued to sit back on the tatami, and saw Tang Tianba going out with a basketball bag on his back from the window.

The young man has thin shoulders and is alone, looking really lonely.

The system was quiet for a moment, then said slowly: "Teenagers are always prone to sentimentality, don't you also come from that age."

Ying Nuo frowned, and silently began to self-examine, could it be that she, the parent, was too careless?

Thinking of this, he got up and went to the kitchen, thinking of making a delicious meal at night to soothe the youth's sadness from adolescence.

Just after taking out the meat from the refrigerator to defrost, Yingnuo's phone started buzzing and shaking again, and when he swiped open the lock screen, he heard a little boy crying loudly: "Hey, is that brother, woo woo woo, I'm Bai Youyou, I am Zhou Haihua's son, woo woo..."

Yingnuo's heart thumped, and she couldn't help becoming nervous: "I'm your brother's friend, Youyou, what happened?"

Bai Youyou was just a teenage child, crying out of breath all the time on the phone, Yingnuo comforted her for a long time before intermittently saying: "They said mother died, woo woo woo they said mother died again I can't come back either..."

Yingnuo was stunned. Although the system had already vaccinated him, he still found it hard to accept the news: "Youyou, don't cry... Your brother and I will go there right away. Crying, dear."

Zhou Haihua returned to China this time because he was divorced, and besides Bai Youyou, there was no one around to deal with the funeral. Ying Nuo was anxious, and while walking away, he called Han Cheng.

"What's the matter?" Han Cheng quickly answered the phone, and just by hearing the voice of Ying Nuo, he could imagine the smirk on the other party's lips.

He bit his lower lip tightly, feeling as if he had a soldering iron stuffed in his mouth.

Seemingly aware of Ying Nuo's rapid breathing, Han Cheng's voice sank, "What happened?"

"Mr. Han, do you have time to go to the city hospital..." Ying Nuo recalled the scene at the meal that day, feeling sore in his heart, and his voice also brought into tears: "Your mother passed away... ..”

There was a suffocating silence on the phone, and when Ying Nuo was not sure whether the call had been hung up, he heard Han Cheng say hello.

"Master host, are you okay?" The little angel of the system felt Ying Nuo's depressed mood and asked with some concern.

Ying Nuo rubbed her nose, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable thinking that Master Jin's father will have no mother like me."

The little angel knew about Ying Nuo's background, and didn't know what to say to comfort her, so she just sighed softly in the end.

Ten minutes later, Ying Nuo and Han Cheng arrived at the hospital almost at the same time. They walked into the inpatient building together without saying a word after meeting.

The elevator went up steadily floor by floor, and Ying Nuo stood beside Han Cheng carefully observing Han Cheng's condition.

The man stood upright, his bottomless eyes fell into the dust in the air, and there was no abnormality at all on his face, as cold and heartless as before, as if Zhou Haihua's death was nothing to him. A trivial matter.

But his five fingers clenched into fists unconsciously, and the muscles in his arms became as hard as stones. His whole body was like a sculpture on the verge of collapse, and all his strength was used to restrain his emotions.

Yingnuo looked distressed, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally stretched out his hands, with some effort, he opened the man's clenched fists, and then slowly interlocked his fingers.

Han Cheng stared blankly at Ying Nuo, a moment of blankness flashed in his eyes.

Ying Nuo looked back at him quietly, like a hand warmer that can generate electricity by itself, continuously transmitting its own body temperature to the man's wet and cold palm.

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