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Li Tan drove the three of them home.

She stopped at the gate of the community, turned sideways, with no expression of joy or anger: "Get out of the car."

Yan Jiaqing turned to look at Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan quietly looked straight ahead at An Qi.

Shi Anqi smiled sweetly, unbuckled her seat belt, and prepared to open the door.

Li Tan looked at Yan Jiaqing: "Where do you live? I'll take you back."

Cheng Huan smiled at Yan Jiaqing: "It's so late, your house is quite far from here, and it takes a long time for Li Tan to go back and forth, so you can stay at my house tonight."

Li Tan irritably knocked on the soft leather seat: "No trouble."

"Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, I want to see all the relevant materials of the recent Vietnam project." Cheng Huan glanced at her, "Do you think you have a lot of time?"

Li Tan didn't speak anymore.

She put the gear on, kicked the accelerator and slammed into the community. When she was about to get out of the car, An Qi was caught off guard and leaned heavily on the back of the seat. The warning sound of the co-pilot's seat belt not fastened blared wildly, and she drove smoothly into the garage all the way.

Li Tan backed the car into the garage, extinguished the fire, and felt Shi An Qi's stare when she was sitting next to her.

She opened the car door calmly, turning a blind eye.

A group of people stood in front of the elevator in inexplicable silence. Yan Jiaqing tried to ease the atmosphere, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Li Tan, do you live in the same neighborhood as Sister Huan?"

Ding--

Before Li Tan could answer, the elevator door opened.

Li Tan pressed the seventh floor, but did not make any further moves.

Yan Jiaqing was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly exclaimed: "You and Sister Huan are neighbors!?"

Li Tan's face was very calm, and she nodded indifferently, which was a response to Yan Jiaqing.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, Cheng Huan took Yan Jiaqing out first, Shi Anqi looked at them curiously, Li Tan immediately dragged Shi Anqi towards his home.

"This way."

Cheng Huan called Yan Jiaqing, who was frequently looking at the opposite door, and forced himself to look away from the scene where Li Tan took the initiative to pull people away, and pressed the fingerprint lock, "Go in."

"Ah... um."

Yan Jiaqing walked in tremblingly.

She stood at the porch, and Cheng Huan searched for a long time but couldn't find new slippers, so he could only compromise and take out the winter style, "Sorry, we don't welcome guests at home, you deal with it first."

"But don't you have a cleanliness?" Yan Jiaqing cautiously said, "I was not allowed to come to your house before, what happened today?"

"It's okay." Cheng Huan said, "I can buy another pair later."

Yan Jiaqing nodded, she changed her slippers, walked out of the hall, and suddenly began to doubt her knowledge of Cheng Huan.

Cheng Huan has a cleanliness habit.

Usually you can't see anything in the company, but Yan Jiaqing only found out after dating Cheng Huan.

Yan Jiaqing was a member of Cheng Huan's team when she first joined the company.

A mature elder, a reliable boss, and a glamorous sister Yu, all of which are precisely based on Yan Jiaqing's aesthetic taste.

So when Cheng Huan approached her suddenly one day and proposed to maintain a relationship with her as a friend with benefits, Yan Jiaqing did not refuse.

When adults are stressed, they need to find a way to vent.

Cheng Huan doesn't smoke, drinks occasionally, and doesn't seem to have any other hobbies. Every time when the work pressure suddenly becomes overwhelming, he likes to ask her for a fling.

She is very clear about her position as Cheng Huan's regular sex buddy for many years, but that's all.

Venting pressure is for both parties, she doesn't hate it, she doesn't suffer, and she even gets a little more favor at work because of it, why not do it?

It's just that Cheng Huan never took her home, and always opened a room at her house or outside, and Cheng Huan never stayed overnight, no matter how late, he would go back after finishing the work.

Afterwards, Yan Jiaqing found out that Cheng Huan was obsessed with cleanliness and couldn't stand sleeping in other people's homes.

What's more, the bed was once turned upside down.

Cheng Huan's house in Yan Jiaqing's imagination should be extremely simple and clean - just like her feeling, empty, deserted, and even a little ruthless.

But now she is finally lucky enough to come to Cheng Huan's house, only to find the opposite is true.

It's a mess.

Coats are casually discarded on the back of the sofa chair, piles of takeaway boxes are stacked on the open kitchen counter, and some small items in the house are tilted to and fro, but the cactus at the entrance is growing gratifyingly.

"Sister Huan, your house has always been in such a mess?" Yan Jiaqing looked shocked.

Cheng Huan nodded casually, and pointed to the bathroom casually: "The cleaning will come once every two weeks, and I will wash it later... Sorry, you know the reason."

Yan Jiaqing nodded quickly: "It's not in the way, it's not in the way."

"I'll get you a change of clothes later, the guest is sleeping there, go to bed early after you wash, and don't come out if you have nothing to do."

"Ok."

"Then I'll go first, you can do whatever you want."

Cheng Huan glanced at the living room, as if he was thinking about which of these things could be thrown away and which ones could not, then he nodded to himself, "Well, you can sit however you want."

Yan Jiaqing sat down on the edge of the sofa cautiously: "...OK."

Cheng Huan took a bath for more than an hour. She was wearing a bathrobe and came out wet while wiping her short hair. The tip of her burgundy hair exuded an indescribable laziness and magnificence.

She casually took a knee-length t-shirt and threw it to Yan Jiaqing, her eyes were cold and without any desire, "You go."

Yan Jiaqing looked away, took the clothes and fled into the bathroom.

She felt that Cheng Huan was a little strange tonight.

Although Cheng Huan himself is a workaholic, he seldom tosses employees at will.

Cheng Huan had been following up on the Vietnam project before Li Tan took office. Cheng Huan should be very clear about every step, and there was no reason for Li Tan to sort out the information suddenly.

This is simply an inexplicable abuse of power.

Not to mention such an incredible move to let her come to the door.

At first, Yan Jiaqing thought that Cheng Huan was under too much pressure and wanted to do it nearby, but now it seems that the other party has no intention of that at all, and even has a lot of resistance to her entering the door.

After Yan Jiaqing finished washing with a complicated mood, when she got out of the bathroom, she suddenly smelled the aroma of coffee.

Big night, coffee?

Cheng Huan turned around from the coffee machine, holding the black coffee she just received in her hand, and raised her glass to her, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Yan Jiaqing was about to ask "Aren't you going to sleep?" Then she realized that this person is a workaholic, so she shut up obediently - when I was at her house before, I often just hugged her to let go, just like I did in the car today, Do nothing, just bury your head and inhale her scent, then turn on the computer and start working again.

She could only change her words temporarily: "You go to bed early, too."

Cheng Huan raised his eyebrows as a reply.

Yan Jiaqing couldn't fall asleep after returning to her room.

In fact, she is a bit sleepy, not to mention that this is the home of her immediate superior, so it is even more difficult to sleep.

She tossed and turned on the bed, even though Cheng Huan told her not to go out casually, she still decided to secretly go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette in the name of night.

Cheng Huan hated the smell of cigarettes, and Yan Jiaqing didn't dare to leave any smell of tobacco in the guest bedroom.

She tiptoedly opened the door, but found that Cheng Huan was not in the office area.

Yan Jiaqing was a little surprised, thinking that Cheng Huan had already rested, so she became bolder and walked to the balcony holding the lighter and cigarette case.

Then she passed a half-covered room.

The lights were on in the room, and there was a scent of ink.

Yan Jiaqing looked through the crack of the door subconsciously, and then froze in place.

——Cheng Huan can still draw? !

This is a very hardcore studio.

Presumably Cheng Huan's family is messy as a whole, but this studio has the "tidyness" that a studio should have.

Plaster statues were placed all over the floor, a lot of picture scrolls were piled up in the corners, and a drawing board full of paint was set up in the central third of the studio.

Cheng Huan was still dressed as before.

The white bathrobe is half draped and half hung on the shoulder, holding the paint tray in the left hand, and dabbing on the drawing paper with the pen in the right hand, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, and the orange-red light spot flickers on and off.

Suddenly, she withdrew her hand, and Yan Jiaqing shrank back subconsciously.

After a while, she saw that there was no movement inside, so she continued to peek inside.

Cheng Huan had already put the paintbrush on the drawing board, pinched the smoke from his mouth, and puffed out a long mouthful of smoke rings.

She just stared at the picture like this, swallowing clouds and fog, with a lazy posture.

Yan Jiaqing focused on the portrait.

This is an unfinished portrait.

The first thing that catches the eye is the scarred back, which is smooth and fair, and it is particularly eye-catching against the dark background.

A half-colored snake coiled up from the character's waist along the scar, dripping emerald green, in sharp contrast to the blood oozing from the wound.

The snake went all the way up, shuttled and circled from the shoulder blades and chest, and finally emerged from the graceful arc, spitting scarlet letters at the character's turned back side face.

As for the person who stared at the snake...

Yan Jiaqing blinked.

She didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she actually felt a bit like Li Tan.

When she was in a daze for a moment, Cheng Huan suddenly got up and turned the drawing board to the other side, then turned to the window of the studio, and flicked the cigarette ash.

The moment Cheng Huan turned around, peach blossom eyes swept across the crack of the door, Yan Jiaqing was not sure if she was found.

Yan Jiaqing didn't dare to look any more, and immediately slipped back to her room. When she came to her senses, she realized that the cigarette case was soaked with sweat from her palms.

Pay the door.

The moment Shi Anqi was dragged into the door by Li Tan, she was thrown away by Li Tan.

She shook her hands aggrievedly and cried: "Li Tan, are you still human? Why are you so strong? I still want to play my little guitar with my hands. What if they are crushed?"

Li Tan poured her a glass of water and apologized without sincerity, "I'm sorry."

Shi An Qi rolled her eyes and drank it down without any politeness.

After drinking, she happily walked around to Li Tan who was sitting on the sofa, with her arms wrapped around her neck like snakes, and ambiguously whispered in her ear: "Miss her again?"

Li Tan slapped An Qi's paw away.

Shi Anqi didn't care, she pestered her again: "Tsk, everyone already has a girlfriend, if you sulk here again, they won't be able to see... What's more, she brought her back home, now Maybe they're already making love to each other in the bathroom."

Li greedily wanted to gag Shi Anqi's mouth with an apple.

"Seriously, do you want to try it with me?" Shi Anqi's paws began to restlessly poke towards Li Tan's chin, and there was a tendency to intensify, "Would you like to make the second half of the last time I almost missed the gun today?" over?"

As soon as these words came out, Li Tan immediately grabbed Shi Anqi's wrist with all his strength, and Shi Anqi cried out for pain repeatedly.

"Go outside and find someone in heat, don't provoke me."

"Tsk, it's really ruthless."

Shi Anqi blew her wrist distressedly, and finally turned around to look for her mobile phone.

She looked at Li Tan murderously: "No, you made me angry, I have to find someone to kiss and hug me."

"what ever."

Li Tan stretched out his hand to grab the apples in the fruit basket, and pressed the fruit knife against his fingertips. There was a layer of peel in between, and he slid the peel from the beginning to the end little by little.

Then Li Tan cut a small piece of crescent-shaped apple, and stabbed it in front of Shi Anqi with a knife: "Eat."

When An Qi had just sent a message to her friend, she picked up the fruit in front of her and wailed, "It's over, I'm sick again. You can take care of the rest yourself, I'll just eat this one."

Li Tan pretended not to hear, and she began to divide the flesh along the edge of the crescent-shaped incision just now with a craftsman spirit of excellence, striving to make each piece only one millimeter thick.

Shi Anqi thoughtfully took out a few porcelain plates from the kitchen.

Li Tan quickly poisoned all the fruits that could be cut in the fruit basket. Shi Anqi looked at the flesh that she had chopped into pieces, and sighed quietly: "Is your family planning to enter the fruit platter business?"

Li Tan wiped the juice off the fruit knife and threw her a key, "When someone comes, pick it up yourself, I'm going to sleep."

When An Qi sat on the sofa, her eyes sparkled, "Okay, good night."

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