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"Fuck, take such a nice car!" Chen Wei whispered, "Mr. Xiaoxuan is amazing! What kind of connections?"

Cen Baiyan looked at Xuanzhao across the road, although he couldn't see the face clearly, but for some reason, Cen Baiyan just felt a little strange.

The gait, posture, and movements of the person opposite all revealed dignity and arrogance, and there was even a faint indifference of a high-ranking person, which was completely different from the usual gentle and gentle Xuan Zhao.

Cen Baiyan's heart beat fast, and his left hand in his pocket tightened slightly.

"Teacher Xiaoxuan!" Chen Wei jumped up and down when the red light turned green, "Why are you here!"

Chong——!

The walking stick paused on the ground, followed by a sharp rubbing sound.

Xuan Zhao was startled when he heard Chen Wei's voice.

——Why did Chen Wei appear here?

—So. Is he there?

In fact, Xuanzhao's stagnation time was only a few tenths of a second. Xuanzhao's precise mechanical brain was running at high speed. In an instant, countless explanations flashed in his mind. He quickly captured the most comprehensive one among these explanations, and compiled it. Well, the whole story back and forth - and it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and saw Chen Wei and his party, with a proper and not exaggerated surprise on his face: "Chen Wei?"

Then, his eyes fixed on Cen Baiyan, and the initial surprise in his eyes faded away, revealing a hint of hidden joy.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, tilted his head slightly, and asked Cen Baiyan with an expression: "Didn't you go to the Internet cafe? Why are you here?"

Under the light of orange street lamps, Xuan Zhao's whole body was shrouded in a layer of warm-toned light. The dark cotton clothes made his complexion fairer. An extremely moist texture.

Cen Baiyan even wondered if he was wrong just now, Xuan Zhao has always been so soft as hot spring water.

He let out a breath, strode up to Xuan Zhao, saw Xuan Zhao's left hand joints were red from freezing, frowned and said, "Where are your gloves?"

Xuan Zhao wrinkled his nose and said in a low voice, "I forgot to bring it."

"Can you have a better memory?" Cen Baiyan always prepared a pair when he went out. He took out woolen gloves from the side pocket of his backpack and took Xuan Zhao's hand to put them on for him. "Why are you here? The man who was driving just now Who is it?"

Before Xuan Zhao had time to answer, Chen Wei trotted up, Xuan Zhao immediately withdrew his hand, and moved away from Cen Baiyan sideways.

Cen Baiyan gasped, gritted his teeth and gave him a vicious look, Xuan Zhao wrinkled his facial features and made a begging and coquettish expression, Cen Baiyan snorted coldly from his nasal cavity.

Chen Wei was very excited to see Xuan Zhao, rubbed his hands together and said, "Teacher, why are you here? Did my mother tell you that I will ask you for tutoring next semester, and I will give you a raise!"

"Well, I've said it," Xuan Zhao said with a smile, "thank you, Auntie, for me."

"Oh, right, Teacher Xiaoxuan," Chen Wei smiled and moved closer to Xuanzhao, joking in a nonchalant manner, "Why are you here? Did you know that I came to play at a classmate's house, and you came to see me when you missed me? of?"

It wasn't enough for him to just talk, he raised his paw and was about to grab Xuanzhao's shoulder, but Cen Baiyan dragged him aside with a cold face: "You're the one who talks a lot, right?"

Chen Wei just remembered that some time ago, Bo Yan and Teacher Xiaoxuan seemed to have fallen out. No wonder Bai Yan didn't like to see Teacher Xiaoxuan so much, so he stuck out his tongue at Xuanzhao: "He has a bad temper and looks sick. , Teacher, please forgive me."

Cen Boyan: "."

Xuan Zhao smiled and said nothing.

Chen Wei really had only one tendon in his mind, and he didn't notice the undercurrent of low pressure on Cen Baiyan's body, so he kept going to Xuanzhao's side: "Teacher, the car that sent you here just now is a Bentley Mercedes, right? More than 200 Wan!"

"Ah." Xuanzhao opened his mouth and smiled apologetically, "I don't know about this, the owner of my bar lives here, and invited me to come over to give his granddaughter extra lessons at night, and asked a driver to pick me up."

"That's all." Cen Baiyan recalled, "Uncle Gong?"

He once had a face-to-face meeting in Jinglei Bar, and heard from Xuanzhao that Uncle Gong had always taken care of him, and he also knew that Uncle Gong's family had a little girl named Gong Qiao, a senior in high school, an art student, and that Zhuo Feifan was childhood sweetheart.

Xuan Zhao glanced at him: "Well, Qiaoqiao has just finished the exam, and her grades are not very satisfactory."

Cen Baiyan looked at the time: "Then come here so late? It's so cold, come during the day next time."

"Something happened at the school, I came here only after checking a translation." Xuan Zhao said.

Cen Baiyan had no doubts about him: "I'll take you up."

"No need," Xuan Zhao sighed softly, "The little girl went wild after the exam. Here, she went out to watch a movie, and she was crazy and forgot to tell me. I just got out of the car and found out that I ran for nothing. trip."

He opened Moments, and handed the phone to Cen Baiyan. Gong Qiao posted a photo of the ticket half an hour ago, and there were two cups of milk tea behind it.

"It's probably with senior brother Fei Fei." Xuan Zhao felt a little helpless, shaking his head and said, "Uncle Gong can't keep an eye on her when he's busy, and senior brother too, since he was young, he let her go."

He clearly and vividly described many tiny details. The tone, pause, and ending of the words were all very natural, mixed with truth and falsehood, and there was no trace of fabrication.

"Are you stupid?" Cen Baiyan frowned, and said distressedly, "It's such a cold day, isn't it a waste of a trip? Can you confirm it before going out next time?"

Chen Wei was confused by listening in the middle, looking at this and that: "No, what are you talking about? Uncles and sisters, what and what?"

"Go away if you don't understand!" Cen Baiyan glanced at Chen Wei angrily.

Wang Yi and the others waited aside, casting curious glances at Xuan Zhao.

These are all members of Cen Baiyan's team, and they have all met Xuan Zhao a few times.

Xuan Zhao smiled gently at them, and said to Cen Baiyan and Chen Wei: "Then I'll go back first."

"I'm with you." Cen Baiyan said immediately.

"Don't!" Wang Yi yelled, "Brother Yan, why are you going back so early? The nightlife hasn't even started yet!"

While they were not paying attention, Xuan Zhao gently tugged at the corner of Cen Baiyan's clothes: "You stay with everyone for a while, the holiday is coming soon."

Cen Baiyan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Then I'll call you a taxi and talk to me when you get home."

Xuan Zhao smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Chen Wei looked at them suspiciously, and the more he looked at them, the more weird he felt.

"What are you looking at?" Cen Baiyan made a gesture to beat him.

Chen Wei muttered: "Are you two reconciled? I really don't understand."

Xuan Zhao lowered his head and laughed softly, a thin layer of cold sweat oozing from the palms of his hands.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and it did not arouse Cen Baiyan's suspicion.

The driver of the special car arrived soon, Xuan Zhao leaned into the back seat, and Cen Baiyan sent a message asking him to open a seat sharing.

It's not a child anymore, just worry about it.

Xuan Zhao complained, but still shared the location information with Cen Baiyan.

Qiaoqiao sent him several WeChat messages in a row, saying that he would take grandpa to the movies tonight, but he didn't expect this old-fashioned grandpa to like superhero blockbusters.

Xuan Zhao smiled, and replied to let the little girl spend more time with Uncle Gong during the holidays, and take Uncle Gong to play with things that are fashionable among young people.

He leaned back in his chair and thought for a while, then took out the page torn from the registration book from his pocket, and silently read the number on it, with playful eyes.

After a while, he made a call.

"Employee?"

"Well, it's me," Xuan Zhao said with a cold expression on his face, "You can contact someone for me, use a foreign card, just say."

At the same time, Wang Yi's mother assigned him a job, asking him to send some home-made lo mei to the neighbors on the upper and lower floors, and said hello to everyone as if he had just moved in. care.

The young men were quite new to this matter, and Cen Baiyan also found this kind of family interaction quite interesting, so he went out with the packaged lo mei.

The central apartment is a high-end residential area, with one household per elevator. The hardcover second-hand house bought by the Wang family is located on the 12th floor of Unit 8 in Building [-].

The family on the 7th floor was very enthusiastic and invited Wang Yi and the others to sit in the room for a while.

Then, they took the elevator up to the 9th floor.

Wang Yi rang the doorbell for a while, but no one answered: "I guess I'm not at home. This place is quite strange. We started moving things here a week ago. We were worried about disturbing them. I wanted to say hello and let you know. Come back." Nobody's home."

"It's probably some kind of business elite who travels all over the world," Chen Wei continued, "It's normal not to be at home."

Wang Yi scratched his head: "That's right."

"Let's go," Cen Baiyan raised his chin, "No one will forget."

"Why don't you put a copy at the door." Wang Yi said.

He put a box of lo mei by the door, Cen Baiyan glanced down, then raised his eyebrows——

How come the floor mats of the residents on the 9th floor are exactly the same as theirs?

The floor mats in their home were chosen by Xuan Zhao. Last weekend, Cen Baiyan dragged Xuan Zhao to the home furnishing market, and bought a lot of small things. The complete set of tooth cups, bowls and chopsticks were all chosen by Cen Baiyan, and Xuan Zhao chose this alone. Style floor mats.

A car is drawn on it, and a big and sturdy tree is carried on the car.

Cen Baiyan has never understood the meaning of this weird painting. It is said that it was painted by a Dutch postmodernist artist. Anyway, he likes the little vase at home. He bought four of them at once, and put one in each of the three rooms and the door of the toilet. open.

Didn't expect to see it here again.

"Put things aside a little bit," Cen Baiyan patted Wang Yi, "Don't press the cushion down."

"Ah?" Wang Yi said, "What's the point?"

After hearing this, Chen Wei noticed the mat on the ground, and said with a sneer, "What the hell is this painting? Can a small broken car carry such a thick tree? You're so stupid, who would buy this Kind of cushions?"

Cen Baiyan kicked him with a livid face: "Go to hell!"