The business partner is not right

The agent thought about it for a long time, and searched Lu Nanqiao's social circle thoroughly, but he couldn't find the shadow of this mysterious partner. However, based on Lu Nanqiao's unprecedented evaluation of their cooperation, Deng Hui subjectively I believe that Lu Nanqiao knows a lot by himself, so there is no need to interfere.

Besides, the vacation that Lu Nanqiao had applied for was not over yet. Although he had a lot of work, he was not in such a hurry. Manager Deng didn't care about his business.

So Lu Nanqiao, who had gone to his grandfather's birthday banquet, took his luggage and moved into the home of the fake business partner as a matter of course.

Duan Lefeng lives by himself, and has a house of his own near the downtown area where land is expensive. Lu Nanqiao originally thought that according to Duan Lefeng's personality, the decoration and layout of the home should be deserted, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

The layout of this man's house is a bit retro, but the color is warmer. The furnishings are classic but warm. It doesn't look as unkind as he imagined. There is a plate of mimosa on the table in the living room, and Lu Nanqiao is sitting by the table. Reach out and touch the mimosa leaves.

He knew this kind of plant, but he didn't see much of it. When he saw it here by chance, he was a little curious. He held up the leaves of a whole plant of Mimosa from top to bottom, and put the originally stretched grass leaves one by one. "Shame" became straw.

He was having fun, but he didn't know that his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling, which seemed a little mischievous in the eyes of others.

Duan Lefeng didn't bother, and pushed the freshly squeezed juice in front of Lu Nanqiao.

However, Lu Nanqiao recovered from the two or three minutes of leisure and fun. It was very strange that he came here for the first time as a guest, but unexpectedly he did not have the consciousness of being a guest. The mimosa has touched "autism".

Feeling that Duan Lefeng's eyes were still lingering on him, Lu Nanqiao retracted his hand a little embarrassedly, and focused on the freshly squeezed juice in front of him.

"Do you want me to buy more than a dozen pots for you to play with slowly?" Duan Lefeng asked him seriously, propping his head with one hand, without moving his eyes.

Lu Nanqiao was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses and realized that this person was teasing him.

"Fuck you." Lu Nanqiao lightly kicked Duan Lefeng with his foot under the table, and added knowingly, "No 'ah'."

The fleeting subtlety just now seemed to dissipate temporarily.

It was midsummer outside the window, Duan Lefeng got up and put down the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glass windows cut off the cicadas singing outside, and the air conditioner dissipated the heat, Lu Nanqiao sat at the table in the living room, holding a glass, smelling freshly squeezed watermelon juice sweet breath.

Duan Lefeng didn't close the curtains completely, he left light in the room, two or three beams of light came into the room from the balcony, it seemed that the fine dust in the air could be seen in the light and shadow, Lu Nanqiao was sitting at the table in the living room against the light, not knowing where Thinking of something, there is still a lingering smile on the side face.

Since Duan Lefeng bought this house, he has always felt that the house is too big, and it is a bit empty to live alone, but now he doesn't seem to think so much, the fragmented light that falls through the curtains and falls on the table is faint, and there are many in the light and shadow. Things seem to fill up some empty things in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Lu Nanqiao noticed that he hadn't moved for a long time, "What are you doing in a daze?"

"...It's okay." His heart was like the leaves of the pot of mimosa on the table, looking for the gaps in time that no one was paying attention to, slowly unfolding bit by bit, silently, but finally unable to hide from people's eyes.

As if wanting to calm his mind, he walked quickly to the table, brushed the leaves of grass with his hands, and returned the leaves that had just stretched out to a "shy" look. With a victorious mentality, he glanced at Lu Nanqiao, and drank the juice on the table in one gulp.

Lu Nanqiao: "?"

If it is said that he was playing with his heart just now, what is Duan Lefeng?Are you so full that you can't live with a plant of grass?

Duan Lefeng, who drank the watermelon juice, also frowned a little. What was he just... envious of a plant of grass?

What is there in the grass, is it that he hasn't got it yet?

So Duan Lefeng fixed his eyes on Lu Nanqiao for a long time.

Duan Lefeng: "Grass."

Lu Nanqiao: "?" He didn't touch the mimosa anymore.

The show has already contacted Duan Lefeng’s company, and the small camera robots used to record the show have been delivered in advance. They are squatting next to the shoe racks in rows before they are turned on. They are very neat and beautiful, and they are marked with Arabic numerals. Numbered.

The recording of the indoor program was all done by the guests themselves. After a short break, as a guest, Lu Nanqiao offered to help Duan Lefeng——

Place these little filming robots in various rooms.

"Put No. 3 in the bedroom, No. 4 in the kitchen, and put one on the wall..." Lu Nanqiao read while holding the manual, Duan Lefeng threw the robot into each room, "Put one on the mirror in the bathroom, huh? Put it in the bathroom too? "

"Don't let it go, let that one go." Duan Lefeng took the No. 6 shooting robot aside, "I'll turn it on again after the recording starts tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll go out tomorrow morning and knock on the door, pretending that I'm here tomorrow."

The plan, as it sounds, is so seamless.

Lu Nanqiao, who was holding the program manual and concentrating on reading, was simulating where he would come in tomorrow morning. He didn't look at the road and bumped into Duan Lefeng.

Duan Lefeng almost stepped on Lu Nanqiao, and there were two shooting robots at his feet. In order to avoid it, he took Lu Nanqiao with one hand and fell to the sofa next to him.

Lu Nanqiao fell on the soft sofa, and the moment his head hit the pillow, he was in a daze, and then he saw Duan Lefeng supporting his neck with one hand, and almost bumped his head on the armrest of the sofa.

Lu Nanqiao: "..."

"Get up." He said uncomfortably, "You're pressing on my leg, it hurts."

"I don't concentrate on walking..." Even so, Duan Lefeng withdrew and rubbed his calf uncomfortably.

After busy work and installation for a long time, the two of them didn't really want to do business anymore, they didn't bother to walk over the sofa, they slid down against the corner and sat on the floor, exactly the same as when they were in the dance room.

"Do you think anyone will watch this show?" Duan Lefeng doubted himself everyday, "Will the barrage be full of 'Who is this'?"

[Who is this? ]

[I don't want to watch, I just want to see the familiar brother. ]

[What a boring routine. ]

Duan Lefeng imagined the barrage should be like this.

"Ghost knows." Lu Nanqiao, who had torn off the shell of affinity, was not friendly at all, "However, I really want to see how you live in your daily life."

"Really?" Duan Lefeng seemed to suddenly become interested, "It's just the same routine, are you curious?"

Curiosity is curiosity, so Lu Nanqiao nodded.

Having an "audience" seems to put someone in a good mood again.

Duan Lefeng, who was in a good mood, stood up, picked up the phone and canceled the hotel reservation under Lu Nanqiao's scrutinizing eyes. He was well versed in hospitality, and personally cooked for Lu Nanqiao, making a burnt chocolate cake.