3 Bay Street

As night fell, the Coastal City Shopping Center opposite the bay was brightly lit, and the lights reflected on the sea, making the well-arranged villa area on the opposite side extremely deserted.

Han Ning was sitting on the balcony, and the sea breeze was blowing, bringing a cool feeling.

He was only wearing a thin nightgown, frowning slightly, looking at the other side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Normally at this time, he should be working in the study, and An Chen should be drawing in front of the French windows.

Perhaps because he was too unaccustomed to it, Han Ning didn't want to read the pile of documents on the desk today, but felt that the house was eerily quiet, so he sat on the balcony to blow the cold wind.

The next day, Zhang Li returned to the apartment with An Chen again, carrying fresh fish bought from the supermarket.

He has gradually groped for some rules.

Usually An Chen would not refuse the excuse of "making steamed fish" for a week.

"How is it? Did you do much better this time than last time?"

Zhang Li sat opposite him, watching An Chen expectantly put a piece of snow-white fish into his mouth.

An Chen didn't speak, just ate a slice, and then put down his chopsticks.

"Is it that unpalatable? It's not that bad, is it?"

An Chen's performance made Zhang Li almost doubt his cooking skills.

He took a slice and tasted it, it tasted pretty good, why did An Chen have such a hard-to-swallow expression?

Zhang Li was a little puzzled.

Suddenly, he thought of another troublesome matter, so he hesitated and his expression was tangled for a while, until An Chen couldn't stand it any longer: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhang Li really couldn't open his mouth. After a long period of mental struggle, he opened his mouth with difficulty: "Well, it's like this. Today my dad came to see my sister. I don't want to go back. Can you... um, can you take me in for a night?" ah?"

Seeing An Chen frowning, Zhang Li immediately raised his hand: "I swear I will never disturb you! I'll just sleep quietly for a night and do nothing, okay?"

In An Chen's vague memory, he probably remembered that Zhang Li's father was always drunk, and he liked to beat people when he was drunk, and he could always hear the crying of the woman next door.

An Chen nodded: "You can choose a guest room on the first floor, but you can only sleep on the first floor, don't come to the second floor."

An Chen's bedroom is on the second floor.

An Chen let him sleep on the first floor, so what?

Zhang Li was overjoyed that An Chen was willing to keep him.

In the early hours of the morning, the lights in the residential area gradually went out, leaving only a few here and there.

Under the tall street lights, a black car was parked.

Steward Lin looked at Han Ning's obscure expression from the rearview mirror, and persuaded, "Master, there is a meeting tomorrow morning, you should go back early and rest."

After waiting for a while, there was no answer.

Butler Lin got out of the car and walked to the back of the car. The windows had already been rolled down, and the dim light from the street lamps covered half of Han Ning's profile in the shadows, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

Butler Lin yelled again.

Only then did Han Ning come back to his senses. He turned his head and looked at Butler Lin who was standing outside the car in the cold wind:

"sorry."

His voice was low and a little tired.

Butler Lin was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, with a kind and distressed look in his eyes.

"Let's go back."

Lin Butler said, looking at him as if looking at his occasionally wayward son.

There were not many vehicles on the coastal avenue in the early morning, and it seemed empty.

Rows of street lights flashed outside the car window, and Han Ning lowered his eyes, staring at the phone in his hand.

He watched An Chen and Zhang Li come out of the studio, watched them walk on the road, watched them go back to the apartment, and watched the lights go out.

Then that person didn't come out.

Why keep him overnight?

Waves of angry emotions surged, and Han Ning only felt waves of anger rolling.

If he hadn't been good at restraining his emotions all the year round, he would have called An Chen and scolded An Chen.

At some point, An Chen would deliberately detour through Diamond Plaza when going out for lunch, but Han Ning always left directly in the underground garage of Hanjing Building, so it was difficult to meet.

One day, Han Ning happened to receive an important business partner, and when he came back from lunch, he passed by Diamond Plaza, followed by three secretaries, which were very conspicuous.

An Chen saw it from a distance.

He got closer, and the closer he got, the more nervous he felt.

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"Fourth uncle."

An Chen glanced at him anxiously.

Although Han Ning looked indifferent, as usual, An Chen only felt that his fourth uncle was slightly displeased.

Han Ning glanced at Zhang Li next to him, nodded, and walked into Han Jing Building.

Seeing that An Chen was depressed, Zhang Li asked him a little uncertainly: "Then, shall we still eat steamed vegetables?"

An Chen didn't even look at him, he just stared back at Han Jing Building, and replied:

"what ever."