I don't think the plot is right!

Fang Jiashu has never been very good at finding the way. He looked at the map on his phone and circled around several times before reaching the gate of the community.

The address of this house is indeed a bit out of the way, but the environment is good, with plenty of greenery and complete infrastructure.

Especially when I finally met He Sen, the tenant who was talking on the phone. Not to mention his age, he also works as a teacher in a nearby middle school. It is said that he rented an apartment here to be close to the school.

If he could live in, He Sen also promised to give him the sunny master bedroom.

Fang Jiashu is not very good at getting along with people, so he is more grateful to this kind person from the bottom of his heart. Just because he gets along with He Sen comfortably, Fang Jiashu also decided to rent this house.

The housing problem has been solved, and Fang Jiashu has a little more confidence in his future life, but his relaxed expression did not last long. When he walked to the gate of the community, his eyes suddenly widened.

Is it Song Yuan? !How did he find himself?Fang Jiashu just stood there motionless.

Song Xichen searched all the residential areas near the school, and found that this community is decent, but there are not many people living there.

Finally met someone, why... still acting like a fool... Song Xichen walked towards the person who looked at him in horror, and was wondering whether to ask the person if he was uncomfortable, but saw that person suddenly loosened his grip. With a tone of expression, he walked away by himself... There seemed to be something wrong with his legs, Song Xichen couldn't help but look back a few more times.

Fang Jiashu realized it was not Song Yuan when someone approached.

But they do look alike, but they should be much younger... Maybe it's because I miss Song Yuan too much, so any passerby I see looks like him... Fang Jiashu laughed at himself, and now he just wants to get rid of Song Yuan as soon as possible. The luggage is all packed.

And Song Xichen browsed it roughly, and was satisfied with the neighborhood, and called Cheng An after picking out the house.

After Cheng An understood it, she didn't have the intention to go there. Anyway, it wasn't Song Yuan who was looking for her, so she didn't bother to deal with others: "If you think about it, then make a decision. When Song Yuan has time, I will move there with him."

For Song Xichen, this really, really hurt his self-esteem.Back and forth busy with such trivial matters, people on both sides still don't pay much attention to him, making himself really like Song Yuan's horse boy.He became stubborn for no reason: "No, you have to see the house before I can complete the task."

Cheng An rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone, what are you doing, can't it just be easy to finalize the house, why bother to ask him to see it in person.

He rushed over without resentment, and was shocked when he saw Song Xichen—who is this person, he looks like Song Yuan.

Song Xichen was stared at twice with a look of hell, and couldn't help touching his face.

Only then did Cheng An come back to his senses, and turned around to look around the rooms.

It's fine if you don't look at it, but after a short look, Cheng An began to play his temper again: "Look at the thick dust accumulated on this table, the orientation of the balcony is too weird, why are the tiles in the bathroom aqua blue, it's so ugly ..."

Song Xichen suddenly felt that she should not be called here: "Okay, you will find someone to clean it before you move in. Now that you have seen the house, we can leave first."

"???" Cheng An was very unhappy when he was interrupted: "Don't you understand? I don't like this house."

"I called you here to let you take a look, not to ask if you like it or not." Song Xichen walked out after finishing speaking, and turned his head to signal Cheng An to come out quickly, and he was about to lock the door.

Although Cheng An was a little angry, as long as he could live with Song Yuan, it didn't matter where he stayed.

On the way to send Cheng An home, Song Xichen felt the atmosphere was very stiff, so he said in passing: "Song Yuan treats you very well."

Cheng An didn't answer, just thinking in his heart how he could call Song Yuan by his name directly.

Song Xichen Guzi went on to say: "The employees always comment that Song Yuan has been very kind to his significant other recently, saying that he specially asked the bodyguard to deliver meals to you, and there is no access control when you go to his office, and he even took care of you in the hospital It's been a few months, right..." Song Xichen heard all this, of course he didn't know that the focus of everyone's discussion was whether their boss was gay, so these must have nothing to do with Cheng An.

Cheng An's face was not very good, he could understand who Song Xichen was talking about.

Seeing that he still didn't answer, Song Xichen felt that the word embarrassment was written in the air around him.Bite the bullet and continued: "Ahem, um, do you need to go to Song Yuan's company to wait for him to have dinner now?"

"No need." Cheng An suddenly had no confidence that Song Yuan was willing to come out to meet him.

"Huh? Is it really not necessary? He shouldn't be busy today..."

"Why do you talk so much?" Cheng An interrupted him by tilting his head.

Song Xichen looked at Cheng An's expressionless face, and thought that this man and Song Yuan were really a good match, and their tempers rivaled those of the other.

Fang Jiashu didn't have a lot of luggage, and he called a car to put it all in. Seeing that his legs were inconvenient, He Sen didn't let him move, so he helped him move in. Fang Jiashu only followed him back and forth a few times, except "Thank you" didn't say anything else.

After settling down, He Sen ordered a lot of takeaways to celebrate his new roommate moving in. Although Fang Jiashu didn't have an appetite at night, he ate a lot because he was in a good mood.

During this period, the two talked very congenially. From this, Fang Jiashu knew that He Sen was a history teacher, and he also talked more about exceptions. He told He Sen that he used to be a Chinese teacher and left school because of a leg injury.

The more he talked, the more he yelled "Teacher He" one after another. He Sen always smiled and responded to him jokingly: "Well, I'm listening, Teacher Fang."

Fang Jiashu hadn't heard anyone call him Teacher Fang for a long time, and when he heard this situation again, he paused and couldn't say anything else.

He Sen could see that he was in a low mood, even though he was afraid of embarrassing him, he still felt the need to ask: "Then the work... is there anything settled?"

Fang Jiashu shook his head in embarrassment, and immediately answered: "But you don't have to worry about the rent, I can afford it for several months."

He Sen still smiled: "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to tell you that our school may need a teacher who can help compile the textbooks. Every night, I will help the third group to come up with questions, and just arrange the layout. You..."

"I can do it, I can do it!" Before He Sen finished speaking, Fang Jiashu quickly answered.

Seeing that He Sen was stunned for a moment and then started to laugh again, Fang Jiashu realized that he was impolite, and quickly said, "Really... Thank you so much."

He Sen just smiled and waved his hands: "Where is it, it is also helping our school."

Fang Jiashu also lowered his head and smiled, his job and house are settled, the key is to meet such a good person... Recently, he has been living in panic and shrinking, it is really rare to find a sense of relaxation today...