you better leave me alone

The landlord's mother went into the operating room overnight, and it was nearly twelve o'clock when Chen returned home that night, and there were various smells on his clothes, which was not a pleasant smell.

"Boom."

He wrapped the takeaway box in a fresh-keeping bag, threw it into the refrigerator to freeze, and then turned on the ventilation fan in the bathroom.

"Om—" there was a whirring sound above his head.

Wen Chen unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and threw it in the clothes basket. His glasses were clouded by a layer of white mist, and he took them off and put them on the sink.

The vision in front of him quickly blurred, as if separated by a layer of water mist.

"Wow—"

The scorching water flowed down from the shower and flowed over his chiseled back.

When Wen Chen usually wears formal clothes, he can't see what's going on inside. He only thinks that his shoulders are broad and his waist is narrow. In fact, his muscles are very strong, and his lines are not exaggerated. He is restrained and neat like a stick figure.

It is worthy of the ascetic-like high demands on him these years, and the black diamond VIP card of the gym that he was easily persuaded by the coach to consume.

——You think I’m easy to cheat, but actually I’m willing. Wen Chen is so sober every year when he renews his subscription with the salesman’s bright smile like a sunflower.

After taking a shower, Wen Chen wiped his wet hair and went into the bedroom. The dried water droplets slid down the clear-textured texture, and finally sank into the edge of the gray lace-up sweatpants.

He stood bare|topless in front of the closet, pulled out a pure white loose short sleeve and put it on.

"Crack!" Wen Chen pressed the switch on the wall.

Bright white lights up in front of your eyes.

The chandelier was decorated by the landlord to look like a fancy crystal lamp, hanging in front of Wen Chen's eyes, shining brightly.

It is a wild guess that one-third of the rent is for this flashy thing.

Wen Chen closed his eyes, turned off the light with his backhand, turned on the dark yellow desk lamp by the bed, then lay on his back on the bed, and pulled out the phone from the bed with the back of his hand behind him.

There are 999+ messages on the screen, which is overwhelming.

“[Gong Xi Fa Cai, bring the red envelopes!]”

"Boss atmosphere!"

"thank you boss!"

The WeChat group is particularly active, where the big boss distributes red envelopes to motivate employees when he has nothing to do.

Wen Chen blocked them one by one with a blank expression, planning to release them at work tomorrow morning.

After finishing this matter, he hesitated for a moment, and with a twist of his fingertips, he clicked on the house-finding software among the many softwares.

What happened to the landlord's house, his house happened to be downstairs again, no matter how you look at it, it will be recycled, but it will be a matter of time.

Moreover, the rental contract between them was about to expire, and he would have to pack his bags and leave in disgrace at the end of the year at the latest.

If he doesn't prepare in advance, Wen Chen can only wait to sleep on the sofa in the office, or worse, he can only sleep on the street.

Wen Chen selected a few key words to filter, and the scope was only this land, the rent... He scanned around, and the minimum was no less than [-].

And by the end of the year, there will be another round of rent increase boom.

These days, not only housing prices are ruthless, but even rents are so ruthless, teaching people what a real society is every minute.

Wen Chen continued to scroll down.

The house of four or five thousand is too far away from here. The distance alone is several times farther, and he has to start more than an hour earlier in the morning, which seriously disrupts his plan of maintaining morning jogs for many years.

Wen Chen was delirious after reading the rental information. The power of the rent completely defeated the biological clock, brought his adrenaline to the extreme, and his memory improved by leaps and bounds.

So much so that he found out the small broken building where Lin Zewu lived in his brain full of business every day.

The dust on the wall fell down without incident, the rain accumulated water at the door, the building was broken by the wind, and it was also filled with various suspected illegal and criminal places. It is a good place worthy of being knocked down and rebuilt.

The last time I saw rental information posted on the stairs, is it [-] or [-] a month for a room?

It seems that there is hot water in the kitchen and bathroom, except that there is no internet, everything else is available.

As soon as this idea crossed Wen Chen's mind, he was crushed to death in the bud.

——Lin Zewu made it clear that he was interested in him, and lived downstairs with him, didn't he make it clear that he was free?

Did he hear that Chen was such a casual person?

On a whim, definitely just a whim, it is impossible for him not to rent a house.

Wen Chen put it behind him.

the next day.

"Cough." Lin Zewu pressed his lips and coughed.

The faucet was continuously pouring water, and it took 2 minutes for hot water to come out. Lin Zewu was propped on the edge of the sink, with his head hanging down, in a state of depression.

Last night, Zhao Qian had a lot of trouble. She usually slept too much to be full of energy, and the crystal hairpin failed to call back her reserved girlish heart.

Lin Zewu spared time to rest for nearly the early morning, which caused him to not get enough sleep.

Zhao Qian cleared her mind a little after the trouble, she woke up this morning without throwing her pillow, and obediently sat on the corner of the bed playing with hairpins, and shrank back into the quilt after seeing Lin Zewu.

Lin Zewu took water and splashed it on his face. After washing, he went around to the kitchen to soak honey water, and finally put it on her bedside. Seeing her lingering fear, he turned and left the room without saying anything.

At 08:30 in the morning, Lin Zewu went out to throw out the garbage. As soon as she went downstairs, she saw the landlord posting a small advertisement. She is in her 60s and is an old man living alone.

Lin Zewu walked around silently, opened the door and prepared to leave.

The landlord noticed him and stopped him and said, "Xiao Lin, come out to throw out the trash?"

Lin Zewu stopped, nodded to acknowledge her question, glanced at the small advertisement in her hand, and asked, "House for rent? Haven't you posted a small advertisement before?"

The landlord hammered his waist: "It rained two days ago, and it was all soaked. I will post it again. In case someone wants to rent a house, I can save some money for medical treatment."

Lin Zewu pushed open the door, raised his hand and threw the garbage out. The garbage bag showed a parabola in mid-air, and finally fell into the garbage can with a "boom".

Lin Zewu put his hands in his pockets and said, "If you stick it here, the only ones you can see are the people here, and people outside can't see it."

The landlord was taken aback for a moment, then patted his forehead.

"That's right, when you get old, your brain doesn't work well."

Lin Zewu saw her start to pack her things, and said, "Give me one, and I'll send it to Moments for you."

Hearing what he said, the landlord handed over a stack.

"Alright, I'll trouble you, Kobayashi."

"fine."

Going upstairs, Lin Zewu took a photo of this piece of paper and sent it to Moments. He has two WeChat accounts, one for work contacts and one for personal accounts, and he posted both.

After posting, he casually checked the new messages, scrolled down a few, and Wen Chen's profile picture appeared in front of his eyes.

Wen Chen's profile picture is Chinese characters written by him himself, black characters on a white background, the fonts are chic and scribbled in one go, it looks elegant and elegant, but in fact it is secretly coquettish.

They were friends when Lin Zewu used his new mobile phone number to send him text messages last time. Wen Chen Shitian didn't fumble around in Moments for half a month, and lived like a financial official account run by a robot. Today, he sent a pure Manual message.

Wen Chen: If you want to rent a house, it will take two to three months. If you are interested, please send a private message.

Lin Zewu couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Tapping the phone case with his fingertips, Lin Zewu hesitated for a while, and finally clicked on the avatar and typed a line.

Delete, delete, delete, changed for nearly 3 minutes, click send.

Wen Chen, who was reading the report in the office far away, frowned, with a cup of cold coffee in his hand, the screen of his mobile phone, which was randomly placed on the folder, suddenly lit up, and there was a new message.

Wen Chen unlocked the lock screen, lowered his head and glanced casually.

"Ahem...!" Wen Chen was almost out of breath.

I saw a few large characters shining brightly from the other end of the screen.

Lin Zewu: Brother, are you renting a house?