you better leave me alone

The two of them looked at each other from a distance of three meters, and the landlord faintly felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

"Auntie, go back and rest first, and I'll leave after a while." Wen Chen never took his eyes off Lin Zewu when he said this.

The landlord sweeps back and forth between the two of them, and will not be able to move for a while. She always thinks that they will fight later.

I don't know if this old building can carry two young people to fight.

Just at this moment, Lin Zewu came out from the shadow of the stairwell, and said with a harmless little face, "You go back first, I'll show him."

The landlord was relieved.

"Look at whatever you want, go to bed early."

Saying that, she leaned on the railing and went downstairs slowly.

When the people walked away and there was no sound, this floor was still in an eerie silence, Lin Zewu wanted to go upstairs to play crystal hair cards with Zhao Qian more and more.

After being scratched by her, he is now in a dilemma, he is like a dish.

Wen Chen Xuxu leaned against the door frame and looked carefully. In fact, he didn't let his clothes touch the edge at all, and there wasn't even a speck of dust on them.

"Are you back so late?" Wen Chen saw the supermarket plastic bag in his hand, and probably understood, turned his head and entered the room, "Come in."

Lin Zewu hesitated for a moment, but followed him in.

Wen Chen was sitting on the sofa pouring water, and when he heard the movement, he didn't lift his eyelids: "Close the door."

Lin Zewu closed the door and asked, "What else do you want to see?"

Lin Zewu stood silently at the door, holding on to the handle, as if "you speak and I'll leave".

Only then did Wen Chen raise his eyelids, and turned his face away to signal to the small stool opposite him.

"sit."

"..." Lin Zewu could only go over and sit down.

Just next to the stool, there is an extra cup, exuding a faint fragrance of wheat.

"Just got off work? Did you see the message I sent?"

Lin Zewu paused with his fingers holding the cup, and then asked with an innocent and blank expression: "What news?"

Wen Chen said perfunctorily, "...it's nothing."

Lin Zewu said, "Are you in a hurry to rent a house?"

"It's not in a hurry, but I just don't work overtime tonight, so I just came to take a look. Anyway, it's only two or three months at most, and I'm going to move out." Explaining the situation in a few words, Wen Chen changed his voice, "Don't talk about me anymore , tell me about you."

Lin Zewu was surprised: "What can I say?"

Wen Chen carried the teapot back and put it back with his hands crossed in front of him, as if he had lifted it inadvertently.

"You live alone? Work to make money, in order to pay the rent?"

Lin Zewu was stunned, with the hot tea cup stuck to his palm, he said: "No, I... have lived here since I was a child, and I don't have to pay rent."

"So that's the case." Wen Chen replied lightly, and then his eyes darkened visibly.

Lin Zewu couldn't help tensing his back, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Wen Chen got up and approached him, the coffee table in the middle could be easily stepped over for his height.

He was still wearing formal attire for work, a black suit and white shirt, and he exuded a sharp coldness.

Wen Chen came over quite casually, with oppression floating in the air.

This sense of oppression is very vague, it seems to be just an illusion of Lin Zewu, but it really exists, as if countless thin claws are scratching people everywhere, it is not aggressive, but a bit penetrating.

Compared with this continuous knife-like torture, the smell of bitter perfume on Wen Chen's body was more obvious.

Wen Chen drove here for the third time today, and found that this section of the road is really easy to walk, no traffic jams, no traffic police, and not far from the company.

Except that the building is a bit broken, the rest is very in line with his rental requirements.

Now that he came in and took a look, the interior decoration of the house was not bad, so he had to admit that this place was indeed the most suitable for him at present.

"I'm thinking about something."

Lin Zewu grabbed the edge of the coffee table, his fingertips turned white from the force, his lips moved slightly: "What is it?"

"Since you don't have to pay the rent, I might be able to share the rent with you. The last time I saw that your home is in a good condition, it should be worth 1000 yuan a month." Wen Chen said meaningfully, "I can call you the money directly."

Lin Zewu blurted out his refusal: "No."

Wen Chen was not surprised, but asked him on the surface: "Why?"

In his house lives Zhao Qian, a young girl who intermittently goes crazy and only loves crystal hairpins. No matter in terms of gender or personality, Wen Chen and her cannot coexist harmoniously.

"There is only one bed in my house."

Wen Chen's expression remained unchanged: "Are men still caring about these little things?"

Little things?

Lin Zewu raised his eyes, and he saw Chen's flawless white shirt hidden in the sleeves, and the low-key and delicate obsidian cuff buttons on the cuffs.

It seemed to be sapphire last time.

From the outside, Wen Chen is a man who has organized himself quite decently. Lin Zewu looked him up and down, and found that this man failed to find any loopholes.

A little too neat and refined.

Wen Chen thinks squeezing is a trivial matter?Is he going to lose his job? To save money so much, Lin Zewu thought ruthlessly.

Wen Chen continued, with a sense of exclamation, by the way fighting poison with poison, specifically telling Lin Zewu.

"If your house has a double bed, it will be easy to handle. If it is a single bed, you can only squeeze. I used to go camping with my friends, and the tent broke down. In the end, the three of us squeezed together and talked about venture capital for most of the night. "

——Did you hear me, I'm as straight as a steel pipe, and my brother and I can talk about venture capital when we look at the stars and the moon.

Wen Chen thought that this move was very good.

"But the three of us get along very harmoniously..."

But as soon as the words fell, Lin Zewu didn't know which word poked Lin Zewu's nerves. Lin Zewu suddenly looked at him complicatedly, his pupils widened slightly, and even showed a trace of vigilance.

He stood up suddenly, almost hitting Wen Chen's chest.

Wen Chen took half a step back, seeing his expression becoming more serious, he couldn't help becoming serious, and asked, "What happened?"

Lin Zewu took two steps back silently, retreated to a tentatively safe position, calmed down, but his tone was still a little unstable.

"It's okay, I just want to rest, you..." Lin Zewu opened his eyes and talked nonsense just now, and lied to Chen that he didn't see the news and didn't stutter, but now he got stuck, "Do you have anything else to ask?" .”

"No." Wen Chen saw that something was wrong with him, and restrained his thoughts of trying to "revenge" him for releasing his pigeons, and told him truthfully, "I will sign the contract tomorrow, I was just joking."

I don't know whether Lin Zewu understood it or pretended to understand it, but he nodded, with a bit of unconcealed shock still on his face.

He seemed to be panicking, though the emotion was fleeting on his face.

"If you need anything, call me..." Lin Zewu swallowed those two words, "Just come up and find me, I'll go back first, goodbye."

Lin Zewu bypassed Wen Chen and walked out. His pace was faster than before, and he even looked a little messy. In the end, Wen Chen's eyes were much colder than before.

It's like looking at some unknown factor.

"Wait a minute, your... fruit."

Lin Zewu had gone upstairs and disappeared.

Wen Chen squatted down and flipped through the plastic bag next to the coffee table. Inside were two cabbages, one tomato, and five or six palm-sized oranges.

There was an orange rolling on the ground, Wen Chen picked it up and put it back in the bag.

He raised his hand to look at his watch. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. He had stayed here for too long and had to go to work tomorrow.