Chen Huan

In the past few days, Cen Huan has been busy with the decoration of the bookstore.

Opening a chain bookstore has always been his idea, and now he just has the time and funds.

Cen Huan repaired the decoration drawings by himself, and was busy until late. When he came home, he saw a car parked downstairs, which looked familiar.

But he didn't think much, just hummed a little tune and went upstairs briskly.

He touched his pocket, but there was no key, whether he forgot it or left it in the bookstore.

And Xu Mingzhe is on a business trip today, he is homeless.

He sighed, turned around and walked towards the elevator, planning to stay in a hotel for one night today.

With a click, the door behind him opened, and it was the resident opposite Cen Huan.

"Xiao Huan."

Cen Huan's hands froze for a moment. He was so familiar with this voice that he thought it was an auditory hallucination when he heard it. Turning around, Chen Yu was really standing there in pajamas, pajama pants and cotton mop.

"It's getting late, come in and sit down for a while."

Cen Huan thought about the bitter cold wind outside the building, but went in anyway, and Chen Kui poured him a cup of hot water.

"Forgot your key?"

"Yeah." Cen Huan was a little confused and confused: "Why are you here?"

"I rented the door opposite you for a year, but I didn't use it in my previous life, I forgot."

Cen Huan didn't ask this, he asked why Chen Kui wanted to live here.Chen Kui talked about him from left to right, but Cen Huan didn't bother to ask any more.

Just now when Chen Kui asked him to come in, Cen Huan came in.It was only after I came in that I felt awkward, the marriage was divorced, and it was best to break it clean.

But it seems too deliberate to go now.

To Chen Kui, even if you are divorced, you can't be a stranger, so you don't need to be too polite.

"Brother, stay overnight."

When Chen Kui and Cen Huan first met, Cen Huan called him brother.

This brother called out from Cen Huan's mouth, it was close enough but also distant enough, like an old friend or acquaintance, who has written off love and hatred.

"Don't call me that."

"What's that called, Mr. Chen?"

The word Chen Kui, he has been shouting for so many years, and he really cried blood every word. During the estrus period a few days ago, he didn't know how many times he called out, crying and shouting, the voice was lingering.

No matter what it was called, Chen Huan refused to call it.

"Mr. Chen, borrow your pajamas. Is there a guest room? A sofa is also available."

Chen Kui frowned: "Don't, you should call me brother. The bathrobe is in the bedroom closet."

"Okay bro, thank you."

There is no guest room here for Chen Kui. The bedroom is a study room plus a living room. Fortunately, the sofa is wide enough to form a single bed with the backrest removed.

When Cen Huan came out of the shower, Chen Kui had already hugged the quilt and came over: "You go to the bedroom, I will sleep on the sofa."

"No, it's not appropriate."

Cen Huan swallowed the barbed "You are the host and I am the guest" on the tip of his tongue, took the quilt and put it on the sofa, took a pillow as a pillow and lay down, and added: "You are too tall, you are too tall to sleep on the sofa. not open."

Chen Kui begged Bai Lai to move here for two days, and the heating in the living room didn't work, and he hadn't had time to fix it.

Cen Huan felt a little cold on the sofa, he was huddled under the quilt in a small ball.

When Chen Kui came out of the shower, Cen Huan was already asleep. He carefully carried Cen Huan to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then closed the door and went out.

Cen Huan opened his eyes and sighed.

Chen Kui smoked a cigarette on the balcony and stood there for half the night.