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As expected, I saw Lu Chen as soon as I entered the house. He seemed to have come earlier than Chen Lun, because when I came in, he had just come down from upstairs, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all.There were more than a dozen people sitting or standing in the living room, several of whom I had never met before.

I opened the shoe cabinet to look for my slippers, but I couldn't find them after searching for a long time.I put it in the shoe cabinet every day when I go out.I looked into the living room again, only to see that the pair of slippers on Lu Chen's feet were exactly my slippers.

I watched him sit on the sofa with his feet crossed, with half of his heels exposed. I thought it was a bit funny, but I felt uncomfortable.Not only because those slippers and Yan Minglang's are couple shoes, but the most important thing is that I am a bit of a clean freak, except for my closest family members, I will not share personal items such as slippers, towels, and razors with anyone.Even Yan Minglang, it took me a long time to get used to it.

Maybe it was because my gaze was too obvious, Lu Chen looked at me.He looked at me, then at his feet, and then asked me as if belatedly: "Ah, these are your slippers, right?"

nonsense.

I complained angrily.

He doesn't wear so many disposable slippers in the shoe cabinet. These are obviously the shoes worn by the owner, and they are several sizes smaller than his feet. If he didn't do it on purpose, then there is something wrong with his mind.Don't normal people always wear disposable slippers when they visit other people's homes?Doesn't it feel uncomfortable to expose half of your heel outside?And he is not afraid of my beriberi?He's not afraid of me, but he is...

I took a pair of disposable slippers, put them on, and walked in with the bag.

Lu Chen's eyes widened in fuss: "The bag is leaking, the wooden floor is most afraid of water." That tone clearly shows that I have no common sense.

Being stared at by pairs of eyes, I blushed and put the bag at the door, folded it into the kitchen and took out the rag.In fact, all the water in the bag drained on the way back, and there were only a few drops of water on the floor.

"What did you buy?" Lu Chen asked.

I buried my head and wiped the floor, and answered him casually: "Hot pot ingredients."

"Hotpot?" He seemed very happy, his voice became brisk, "Hotpot is good, how do you know I like to eat hotpot?"

I know shit.

I wiped the floor dry, took out the basin and packed the ingredients, went back into the kitchen and took drinks and fruit out.

Yan Minglang hasn't come back yet, so I have to do my best as a landlord and help him greet his friends.

Lu Chen said beside him: "Shaw, sit down, we have known each other for so long, and no one is an outsider."

I glanced at him and didn't speak.

Don't blame me for being small-minded, knowing that he has no good intentions for me, I feel awkward listening to every word he said.

Those people were playing their own things, and I couldn't get in the way. Seeing that no one was paying attention to me, I hid in the kitchen.

The nanny prepared the dishes early and put them in the refrigerator, but there are more than a dozen people outside, even with my hot pot, there is not enough to eat.I had no choice but to call Yan Minglang.

He answered the phone, and before I could say anything, he asked me why I was so noisy.

I told him that many of his friends had come to the house.

He was silent for a while, and asked me, "Who asked them to come?"

How did I know who it was, I thought it was his appointment.

"Go back and talk."

"Wait, that, should I order first? They should eat here, right?"

"No, I'll be home right away."

He hung up before the voice fell.

Yan Minglang came back in less than 5 minutes. After entering the door, he scanned the room, and his eyes fell on Chen Lun: "Did you make an appointment?"

Chen Lun was playing poker with someone, he threw a few cards out, blinked at Lu Chen, and said innocently: "I made an appointment with me, what can I do here, read a book? "

Lu Chen stood up, smiled and said, "I made an appointment, why, can't you come?"

Yan Minglang looked at him, his expression softened a little, but he didn't speak.

Lu Chen continued: "It's not that I haven't seen you for a few years, let's have a lively gathering, so as not to forget me."

"Didn't we get together last time?"

"A lot of people didn't come last time."

Yan Minglang glanced across the messy living room.

Lu Chen immediately said: "I will help clean up after the end. Do you want to bother with me about such trivial things? You have a big place here." He rolled his eyes and glanced at me, "Otherwise I wouldn't come."

"Go to Shen Yuan's clubhouse, it's a bigger place, I'll be the host."

One person immediately interjected: "I told you to go to my place, Minglang here is nothing but books, I know you are all book lovers, but what are we playing!"

Lu Chen glanced lightly at the man, nodded with a smile, "Okay, let's go to Shen Yuan then."

A group of people immediately ran towards the door as if after school, and disappeared within a few seconds.

Yan Minglang looked back at me, moved his lips, swallowed the words, and said, "I'll be back later."

"Oh."

People walked away all at once, and I sighed as I looked at the messy living room like a vegetable market.

Although there will be a nanny coming to clean up tomorrow, I can't see the mess at home like this.These people looked like rich men from high society in their clothes, but they behaved rather "informally". Melon and fruit peel cans were thrown everywhere, and sofa cushions ran to the balcony.I don't know who took a few books from upstairs. I don't know if I read them or not. Anyway, I threw them all over the floor, and some of them were soaked in water for a few pages.

It was hard to tidy up, and it was already eight o'clock.

I carefully brushed the slippers worn by Lu Chen and hung them to dry. After taking a shower, I felt a lot lighter.Walking into the kitchen, sorting the hot pot ingredients into the refrigerator, taking out the meals prepared by the nanny, heating them up, and going upstairs to the study.

Sitting at a desk, I don't feel right.

When I woke up in the morning, I had a sudden inspiration, and immediately rushed into the study and turned on the computer. After writing for a while, I didn't have time to go out, and the computer was left alone.

But now the computer is covered.

I turned on the computer, but the power was still on, the interface returned to the desktop, and the document was minimized below.

I clearly remember staying on the interface of the document when I left.

Someone must have touched my computer.

I was almost sure who it was. When I entered the door, I saw Lu Chen coming down the stairs.I took a look at my docs and luckily the things I wrote this morning are still there.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a little more grudge against him in my heart.

How can you touch other people's things casually, including slippers and computers.

So did Yan Minglang.

I lowered my head and buzzed in my head.

If Yan Minglang knew what I was thinking just now, he would probably look at me like a monster.I smiled wryly.

After reading the book for a while, I finally calmed down.There is no need to do anything on the weekend tomorrow, I just wait for Yan Minglang to come back, and finish writing my story.

Hitting the last period, I breathed a sigh of relief and happily sent it to Paul.

After he settled his mind, he stretched himself and stood up, looking at his watch, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

Maybe it was because I was too excited to write the story. I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I went downstairs and ran to the kitchen to dig out the hot pot ingredients.Since Yan Minglang hasn't come back so late, don't blame me for eating alone.

I entertained myself, thinking of my hot pot as delicacies from mountains and seas, imagining that Yan Minglang, who hadn’t eaten it, was so regretful that he knelt down in front of the leftovers and wept bitterly, humming a song and handling the ingredients.

As soon as things were done and the electric hot pot was placed in a circle on the dining table, Yan Minglang came back.

"If you stay up so late and eat hot pot by yourself?" He glanced at me with a half-smile, "It's very nourishing to be alone."

I stood up embarrassingly, walked into the kitchen and took out another set of bowls and chopsticks.

His boss picked up his chopsticks and sat down.

Seeing him looking down at the slowly tumbling hot pot soup, I gave him a hard look, but he didn't notice, and I was secretly delighted.

Yan Minglang took a piece of tender tofu and said to me: "Next time I buy frozen tofu, it will be the best."

"You seem to like hot pot very much?"

He stared at the pot for a long time before he said "hmm".

"Me too." I said.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at me, then lowered his eyes again, without speaking.

I pursed my lips and continued persistently: "I also like playing tennis."

Yan Minglang paused when he picked up vegetables.

"I also like reading."

He finally put down his chopsticks unbearably and stood up.

"Shaw," he said, "what's the comparison?" Then, as if disappointed, he said "I'm full" and went upstairs.

I didn't look at him, the quail eggs I just picked up were so hot that my tears were about to fall.

Can't you just hear me out?The most important sentence, I haven't said it yet.

I wiped my eyes with my arm indiscriminately, and continued to eat my hot pot.

If you are full outside and come back to eat my food, you will not be exhausted.I thought fiercely, and rubbed the quail eggs into a hornet's nest.

I don't understand what's so good about Lu Chen.He's just a hypocritical man, he looks good, but apart from being taller than me, what other advantages does he have?I am not uglier than him.

Thinking about it, it is impossible for him to have any supreme brilliance of humanity, so why can't I compare with him?

Maybe it's because I've been pampered recently that I actually have the confidence to fight a cold war.

After supper, I didn't go upstairs, but got a blanket out of the storage room under the stairs and fell asleep on the sofa.

Although he was angry, he fell asleep after a long day of exhaustion.

In the haze, a hand touched my head, that hand was big and warm, like my father's hand.His body was light and light, as if he was hugged and put to sleep by his mother when he was a child.I flinched and muttered begging them: "Don't leave me behind, Dad, Mom..."

The arms around me tightened tightly, and I heard a soft sigh.

I know this is just a dream, my father's big hands and my mother's arms are always so warm, and only in my dream can I relive their tenderness again.