you better leave me alone

The truth is often cruel.

And very embarrassing.

After knowing what unlucky thing he did last night that he couldn't bear to look back on, Wen Chen seemed to have entered the sage's time all afternoon, concentrating on his work without desire or desire.

During the meeting, Zhang Xun looked at him from time to time, only to see that Chen's face was stern, his back was straight, and his suit was neatly pressed.

Proper elite style.

——But Zhang Xun always felt that Wen Chen's ruthless pretense was on the verge of collapse.

Until after five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Chen didn't say a few words for a day, and he was extremely noble and glamorous.

When it's time to get off work.

Wen Chen glanced at his watch, turned off the computer, picked up his coat and left, locking the office door casually and neatly.

"—Kangdang."

The sound of the door closing and locking made the employees tremble in fright, and at the same time, a thunderbolt struck outside the window.

"boom--"

At that moment, they had the illusion that "this broken company will go bankrupt sooner or later, and the management will pack up and run away tomorrow after finishing this job".

The road went smoothly and the green light passed, Wen Chen drove home before six o'clock.

During this period, Lin Zewu did not send any message to urge him.

The carport was slammed by the raindrops, and even the sky was covered by dark clouds.

Today, the street lights should be turned on.

Wen Chen unbuckled his seat belt, lowered the car window and looked at the rain outside, climbed over the car seat to the back seat and flipped over, took out an umbrella, and made do with it.

When he got home, Wen Chen went into the bathroom and straightened his appearance in front of the mirror.

——Make sure that his appearance is definitely not the same as the soft rice man who Zhang Xun said was despised by taxi drivers.

Wen Chen nodded reassuringly, turned his footsteps and left, did not walk a few steps, then backed up and looked at the men's cologne on the shelf.

After staring at it for more than ten seconds, he pulled off the lid and sprayed it on his body a few times, and finally smoothed the last messy strand of hair on his head before going out in satisfaction.

When the knock on the door sounded, Lin Zewu was feeding Zhao Qian oranges in the bedroom, and sent Lao Liu a location sharing message with a serious face.

So much so that Zhao Qian started to tremble when she saw his face, and ate the oranges very refreshingly, without doing anything at all.

"Dong dong."

Lin Zewu stuffed the last piece of orange into her mouth, threw away the orange peel, and got up to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a familiar scent came over his face, Lin Zewu took a closer look, and saw a man with a compelling scent standing in front of him.

Not only the aroma is compelling, but also beautiful.

"..."

Lin Zewu couldn't help hiding behind the door.

Wen Chen stood at the door, tall and straight in a suit, and the house prices of the dilapidated small buildings behind him were set off by hundreds of dollars per square meter.

"Your class teacher hasn't come yet?" Wen Chen looked over his head without any pressure.

Lin Zewu closed the bedroom door before going out, Zhao Qian was surprisingly well-behaved again today, this time there was no pressure, she opened it generously, revealing a clean living room.

"It should be here soon, but you asked me for the address just now." Lin Zewu turned around and went back to get his cell phone, picked up his schoolbag, walked back again, and said while changing his shoes, "I'll wait for him downstairs."

"In your bag?"

Lin Zewu locked the door. Hearing this, he touched his nose: "I haven't handed in the test papers and exercise books... I'll go down and have a look."

Wen Chen stepped back to make way for him, did not follow, and said, "I'm downstairs."

Lin Zewu waved his hand.

"Bang!"

As soon as he reached the third floor, a loud noise covered the shuffling sound of the mahjong table. Lin Zewu walked to the first floor and looked out suspiciously.

——One of the trash cans on the bottom floor was blown down by the wind, and the landlord was bending over with an umbrella in an attempt to help it up.

Lin Zewu put on a sweater and hat, and walked over to support her against the heavy rain.

The landlord turned his head and saw Lin Zewu kicking the remaining trash can into the corner. The trash can tilted left and right, and finally stood upright.

"I come."

"It's Xiaolin."

The landlord wanted to open an umbrella for him, but Lin Zewu refused and drove her back to hide from the rain.

Lin Zewu lifted the trash can up, and then retreated to the eaves, half of his trouser legs were wet, the landlord dragged him into the house and asked him to wash his hands.

After everything was done, Lin Zewu waited at the bottom of the building for more than ten minutes with his pockets in his pockets. He didn't wait for Lao Liu's familiar figure, but he waited for his familiar phone number.

"Hey."

"Student Lin, how does your family go... Which path do you take? There are one, two...five paths."

Lao Liu's rattling noise, he should be hiding under the canopy.

Lin Zewu pondered where he might be, and said, "Don't go, I'll go pick you up."

Old Liu: "Okay..."

Lin Zewu didn't bring an umbrella, so he went to the landlord's house to borrow one.

Lin Zewu pushed open the iron gate, walked out on the protruding stones, and finally saw Lao Liu at a certain intersection.

Old Liu was holding an umbrella lonely, looking left and right, and walked over immediately after seeing him.

Lin Zewu greeted him twice casually, and led him back.

Probably because the incident of "I didn't know the way when I came to visit home, so I asked the problem student to pick me up in person" hit Lao Liu's proud head teacher.

Along the way, he was strangely quiet, and the "puchi" sound when the soles of his shoes stepped on the small puddle was more obvious.

However, as soon as he arrived at the bottom of the building, Lao Liu stared at the house number for a few seconds, took out his mobile phone, and took a photo of the house number.

"Crack clap clap-"

Very crisp.

"Yes, yes, it is this building, I will remember next time"

Lin Zewu, who was walking in front, slipped his foot and grabbed the handrail to stabilize his figure.

"……This way."

Lao Liu put away his umbrella and followed him upstairs. When he reached the fifth floor, he wanted to go up, but Lin Zewu stopped him.

"This way."

Old Liu was surprised: "I remember the sixth floor of your address."

Lin Zewu didn't expect Lao Liu to remember such trivial things, so he got stuck and said, "The sixth floor...is leaking, and I'll be living below for a few days."

Before Lao Liu could ask again, Lin Zewu knocked on the door of 503.

After two "dong dong", the door opened.

Wen Chen opened the door, and looked at Lao Liu through the lens. Both of them were silent for a moment, and the atmosphere gradually became anxious.

For some reason, Lao Liu suddenly felt that he had come to the negotiation site, and the capitalists on the opposite side were about to squeeze his salary for this month.

The capitalist nodded: "Go in."

Old Liu watched Wen Chen sharply, his gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them.

"Who is this?"

"This is my brother." Lin Zewu pursed his lips, "Cousin."

Old Liu smiled and said, "I said why they don't look like each other."

Wen Chen: That's not true. There is no blood relationship. His family has to stage a temptation to go home.

Old Liu was changing his shoes, when there was a chill behind his back, he raised his head sharply.

Wen Chen smirked delicately.

Lao Liu quickly realized that this man was a man of iron and steel, hiding a knife in his smile, and it was absolutely difficult to break through.

Adults with big eyes are difficult to deal with.

"Ahem." Old Liu tried to make himself look amiable, and asked, "Student Lin, where are the rest of your family?"

Lin Zewu said, "Not at home."

Old Liu said meaningfully: "Oh? You're not at home..."

Lin Zewu was still thinking about how to answer, when his shoulder suddenly felt heavy, Wen Chen leaned over at some point, and hugged his shoulder with a sad face.

"To be honest, we two brothers have depended on each other since we were young, and we can't afford to pay back the money after eating the last meal, and it has only gotten better in the past two years."

It is very shameless to hear Chen talking nonsense with his eyes open, bragging and forcing him not to write drafts.

"It is said that an elder brother is like a father, so you treat me as his own father!"

Lin Zewu: "..."

Old Liu blinked and said "Oh" in a daze.

"You sit down first, I'll make a pot of tea." Wen Chen turned and entered the kitchen, leaning out half of his body, "Son...brother, come in and help."

Lin Zewu moved two steps sideways, said "I'll get the cup", and ran away.

Lao Liu:?