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The moment the light came on, Han Sheng's doubts turned into anger.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, and his quilt was spread out on the living room floor, which meant that Song Jin was getting angry and was about to separate.

Han Sheng exploded immediately, damn it, I haven't even thought about the bad luck of you driving the car home, you did it first!

The uselessness of the dinner, Liao Yayan's accusation, the aggrieved traffic jam, and the irritability of losing documents were all bitten by Han Sheng on Song Jin's body, and the fire in his chest was crackling. If Song Jin really stood in front of him at this moment, he would Maybe you have to do it.

Han Sheng slammed on the door and said angrily, "Song Jin, open the door!"

Alcohol and Xing Likun's lullaby made Song Jin sleep more soundly than usual, humming and turning over, his ears were full of piano jingle and slow sea waves.

Seeing that there was no movement, Han Sheng kicked the door angrily, "Are you fucking deaf? Get out of here!"

As soon as the music changed, it turned into a melodious and soothing violin, and Song Jin was sound asleep with the quilt sandwiched between her.

Kicking the door a few more times, Han Sheng really walked backwards, the angle was not right, his thumb was severely folded in the leather shoe, the pain made him groan, he fell down with his feet in his arms, and fell on the bed on the quilt.

"..." Han Sheng's complexion changed several times, and his eyeballs were trembling when he stood up. The fast food that Xing Likun ate recently was a little angry, and the smell of soaked urine can be imagined.

Song Jin's usual attitude towards Han Sheng can't be called amiable, it's just a dog's leg, so Han Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, couldn't accept it, it didn't fall from the sky to the ground, it fell directly to the ground. Septic tank!

Han Sheng went into the bathroom to wash his face. He felt that no matter how much he washed, he still had a smell of urine. He retched a few times, and continued to rub his face with facial cleanser until his face was stinging. He rushed out, walked halfway, turned back, and swept the things on the coffee table to the ground. He still couldn't let go of his hatred, so he picked up the golf club in the corner and smashed it at the coffee table. The golf club was a TaylorMade gift from Song Jin last year. The coffee table is a second-hand item bought by Song Jin.

The most expensive and cheapest things in the living room, all scrapped.

Han Sheng panted coldly for a while, sent a text message to the sleeping Song Jin, slammed the door and left.

He went to the garage to pick up the car, and drove directly to a five-star hotel near the company, "Give me a room with a big bed."

"Okay, please show your ID."

Han Sheng, "..."

Song Jin felt bored until dawn, and his energy was better than ever. When he saw the bright sky outside, he sat up suddenly.

I'll go. What time is it?Why didn't the phone alarm clock ring?

He untied the earphone cable wrapped around his neck, and took out the mobile phone that he had been working for most of the night from under the quilt. The battery was exhausted and he couldn't even turn it on.

Song Jin recalled what happened last night, and there were still some fragments. He remembered that Xing Likun performed a magic trick for him at the food stall.

...and turned him back home?

Song Jin had a terrible headache, and didn't bother to worry about it anymore, so he charged his phone first, and swayed to open the door to wash up.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, he was startled. The living room was in a mess. The most conspicuous thing was Han Sheng's cue. He spent more than two months saving money to buy it. How could it be so crooked!

Song Jin's eyes turned red, and he reached out to pick it up from the broken glass, but someone wrapped his hands behind his back and picked it up, "Wash it off, and eat."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Xing Likun moved Song Jin directly to the bathroom, Song Jin thumped vigorously, "What are you doing!"

"Hurry up and wash it." Xing Likun gave him a sideways glance, Song Jin immediately became honest, and muttered to get the toothbrush.

Xing Likun originally planned to wake Song Jin up after cleaning the living room, but he didn't expect that Song Jin had a tacit understanding, he walked in the door, and he woke up behind him. Fortunately, the moment Song Jin opened the door, he threw the quilt from the kitchen window.

Song Jin was brushing his teeth worriedly, when he suddenly swallowed a big mouthful of toothpaste froth, and ran out with a pale face, "I, I encountered a strange thing last night!"

Xing Likun asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's just my house——" Song Jin stammered, "My house, didn't the house get burglarized, my house was actually locked, and I was the only one in the house, I didn't lock it, could it be... "

Song Jin blinked his eyes, and mouth-shaped the word 'ghost', so pitiful, Xing Likun almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You were so drunk last night that you couldn't even tell your father from your godfather. Don't you lock it yourself?"

Song Jin thought about his bad habit of twisting things when he was drunk, and it seemed normal to twist the inner lock, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and went back with his toothbrush in his hand.

After Song Jin finished brushing his teeth, Xing Likun had almost tidied up the living room, and was about to throw the cue out. Song Jin stopped him, "Don't, you can't throw this!"

Xing Likun poked the club in front of his eyes, "It's broken."

"I'll go back and ask. If I can fix it, I'll fix it. It's too expensive to buy a new one." Song Jin was reluctant. Although he had doubts about Han Sheng, when he thought of Han Sheng's smile when he received the club, he couldn't bear it. reluctant.

Xing Likun glanced at him, grabbed the crooked club with his big hand and stroked it down, the veins on the back of his hand popped up, and he just straightened the club, he squinted his eyes and looked, "It's okay, Make do with it."

Song Jin was taken aback by him, and goosebumps appeared on his arms, "Damn it."

Xing Likun handed him the club, turned around and went into the kitchen to serve breakfast, Song Jin asked weakly outside, "...can the coffee table be repaired?"

"..."

Xing Likun bought tofu nao and big meat buns. There was no coffee table, so the two of them put the things on the high stool.

Song Jin sighed while eating, "It's a good thing Han Sheng didn't come back last night, this thief is so vicious, he even smashed things."

Xing Likun remained silent—he came back, but you left in anger again.

Just as he was about to get rid of the chili in the tofu brain, Song Jin moved his bowl over, "Don't waste it, give it to me."

"You are not afraid of getting angry if you eat such spicy food."

"It's okay, I have been able to eat spicy food since I was a child, I have never had acne, and my skin is very good."

Xing Likun's eyes turned around Song Jin's face, it was good, it was tender, and it was whiter than tofu brain.

The buns were quite big, Song Jin ate three of them, and the remaining seven were all given to Xing Li Kun, one for two, and they were all cleaned up.

After dinner, Xing Likun went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Song Jin was lying on the sofa. He usually did this job, and it was rare to be served by someone. He felt lazy all over his body, and even yelled , "Hey, pour me a glass of water."

Xing Likun came back with water and sat next to him, Song Jin's white and delicate feet rested on the side of his thigh, moving from time to time.

In the morning, when men are most likely to be energetic, Xing Likun looked at Song Jin's feet and accidentally 'stand' up.

With his size, he 'stands up' very spectacularly. Song Jin immediately spit out a sip of water, not knowing what he was ashamed of, wiped his mouth and walked away, "I'll get my phone."