Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

Yu Yanchuan had a splitting headache when he woke up.

He was woken up by the mobile phone thrown on the carpet, and Yu Xinghai called him four times.

He moved over and saw that it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

But I didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning, so I only slept for seven hours.

"Hello?" Yu Yanchuan lay back on the bed again and said vaguely.

"What time is it, why haven't you woken up yet?" Yu Xinghai's voice was a little anxious, "Clean up, all the direct flights to Manchester City are canceled tonight, Chang Yu has rebooked you for a [-]pm flight, don't be late. "

Yu Yanchuan opened his eyes suddenly, sat up all of a sudden, the back of his head was still painful, and his heart sank: "This afternoon?"

"Come early, don't be late." Yu Xinghai nagged about the fact that he couldn't get through the phone in the morning, Yu Yanchuan jumped off the bed, opened the door, and found that Tan Xu was no longer at home.

Dad was still chattering in his ears. He walked past tarot cards and plastic beads all over the floor, hung up the phone and threw it back on the bed, and pulled the empty suitcase out of the cabinet.

After opening the zipper and flattening the box, Yu Yanchuan realized that he needed to wash up and drink some water first to relieve the smoky dryness in his throat.

He was in a daze, bent down and splashed water on his face, which wetted the hair on his forehead, and the cold drops of water slid down his chin. He finally woke up from the trance like a dream.

This is also a misfortune that never comes singly.

Yu Yanchuan took a few slices of bread from the refrigerator, biting them and stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while.

——Tan Xu left without saying hello, did he accept or reject his kiss?

Wouldn't it be annoyed to leave and completely cut off contact with him?

He walked back to the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, tore off all the clothes and threw them on the bed.

This apartment was signed for a short-term lease. I'm afraid that when the contract expires, he will still be abroad, and he will have to rely on Yu Changyu to help him move the luggage.

He unexpectedly didn't have any too intense emotions, even calmer than last night.

No matter what the result is, he can accept it. After all, he personally overturned the balance between them. Even if the kiss was too impulsive and irrational, he would not regret it.

Then wait until eleven o'clock, if Tan Xu hasn't come back by then, send a message to ask.

Yu Yanchuan swept all the things he needed in the short term onto the bed, and then slowly put them into the suitcase. Before closing the suitcase, he seemed to have thought of something. The shelf slowed down.

The absurd things that followed filled his thoughts, and Yu Yanchuan didn't even have time to breathe, he had to deal with all the troublesome things piled up in one go.

He went into the bathroom and took down the unrecognizable plastic flower on the shelf.

Yu Yanchuan looked down, took it in his hand, turned it around randomly, and stuffed it into the corner of the suitcase.

At [-]:[-], Tan Xu still couldn't go home, and the messages he sent fell silent, until he went to the airport by car and got his boarding pass, but he didn't see Tan Xu's "typing in progress".

"Talk for a few words?" Uncle Luo and Tan Xu looked at each other, surrounded by an aura of calmness and prestige, sharp mó, fǎ, xúe, yuàn like eagle hooks, production recommendation ~ line of sight projected.

Tan Xu lowered his brows and said without interest: "If you have something to say, just say it here."

His answer was obviously unexpected. Uncle Luo seemed to be blinded by the obedient young master he used to be, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Convenience?"

"It's very convenient." Tan Xu didn't intend to deal with him, and lowered his head to press the switch of the phone, which was automatically turned off when the battery was exhausted.

Feeling restless, he met Uncle Luo's gaze again: "Just say what you want to say here, and leave without me."

Uncle Luo still sat there motionless: "Xiao Xu, I think you are a junior. Uncle doesn't care about you. You should keep a line in your life. Your father must have taught you this."

The elders are different, and they have to let themselves have the upper hand in pleading.

At the shooting range back then, Tan Xu uttered cruel words in front of Luo Yuan. The cruel words were not meant to be addictive, but he was determined to kill Luo Yuan. He had a lot of connections in the past two days, and he planned to make this young master Shaking out the bad things that happened to him and treating him, Tan Ming found out half of what he wanted to do.

He originally thought that Tan Ming would persuade him to stop when enough was enough, but his money-losing brother not only didn't cut off his plan, but also secretly fueled the flames, making the matter worse and worse.

Now it was out of control, he didn't know what Tan Ming was doing behind the scenes, but none of the people who were supposed to attack Paul's family said anything publicly, and Luo Yuan had been invited in for tea several times.

Uncle Luo stopped him on the street today, probably because of this.

Normally, Tan Xu would be happy to have a fight with him, but today he is really not in the mood: "It's not like you don't know that I have nothing to say in the Tan family."

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave when the driver's door opened a crack with a soft sound.Uncle Luo, who was sitting in the back row, reached out to stop him and whispered something into the driver's seat.

The car door was closed again, and Tan Xu looked coldly at the black privacy glass.

"Tan Ming, I talked with him on the phone." Uncle Luo spoke slowly, every word seemed to carry weight, and it jumped out of his mouth and fell to the ground, "Xiao Xu, you can't be self-willed."

Oh, this means that he negotiated terms with Tan Ming and wanted him to give him a high hand, but unfortunately they didn't agree, so he went to the street to arrest people.

"Where am I going to be willful?" Tan Xu smiled neither humble nor overbearing, "I haven't done anything important. If you have time to talk to me, it's better to talk to your young master. It's beyond my ability to intervene in this matter, let alone me. Will not interfere."

He glanced lightly at the driver's seat and turned to leave.

"Your brother should teach you not to act emotionally." Uncle Luo's voice didn't change, but he could still pass through the noisy street and reach his ears.

It seems that Luo Yuan made him anxious in the shooting range, Uncle Luo really knew about it.

Tan Xu stopped, turned to him and said, "Uncle, if I was really emotional, Master Luo would not be able to get out of the police station the night of the bar fight."

The doors of the driver's seat and the passenger's seat opened in response, and two men in black came down, with flesh on their faces. Uncle Luo didn't stop him, but looked at him silently with the two men who were like bodyguards.

Tan Xu suppressed the expression on his face at the right time, and continued to walk forward as if there was no one else around. The traffic light just jumped to the green light, and he walked straight across the street.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that Uncle Luo didn't come here specifically to stop him. Depending on where the car came from, he probably just met Tan Ming on an appointment, and happened to meet him on the way back from Longding Hotel.

That being the case, there is no need to worry about being knocked out and brought into the car.

After crossing the road, he turned his head inadvertently and glanced at it. The black Maybach had already driven away without leaving even a trail of exhaust fumes.

Let Uncle Luo, who used to cover the sky with one hand, come to Longding Hotel in person. It seems that the Luo family's vitality has been seriously injured this time.

It was lunch time, and the Long Ding Hotel was quite lively. Tan Xu opened the door and went in, asking for a power bank from the front desk.

Tan Ming's office is not in the hotel building, and it takes about 5 minutes to walk through the hotel's small garden.

The lobby was fully air-conditioned, and Tan Xu turned on the phone while walking in. One percent of the battery barely supported the screen to light up, and the phone automatically connected to the hotel's WiFi.

The message box that popped up made him stop suddenly.

Yu Yanchuan sent him three messages two hours ago.

When Tan Xu saw his name, he inevitably recalled the dark room last night, the plastic beads falling from the sky like rain, and that light and fuzzy kiss.

He immediately clicked on the message, and in the process of buffering on WeChat, he thought of countless possibilities. Countless endings swirled before his eyes, but he didn't catch anything, just staring at the phone fixedly.

Two hours ago, at eleven fifty at noon.

Yu Yanchuan: Come back at noon?

The next one was half an hour later, a succinct paragraph: air traffic control, my flight to Manchester City tonight was cancelled, and the flight was rescheduled for [-]:[-] pm.

The last one was just 10 minutes ago, with only four short words: sorry.

Tan Xu had to read it three times to get his brain to work, and he could hardly understand these few sentences.

Yu Yanchuan is leaving?

The words "Sorry" obviously have no preface or afterword, but he was able to comprehend its meaning in an instant.

It was because Yu Yanchuan didn't receive his reply for a long time - so he thought he was angry last night, and deliberately had a cold war with him.

His fingers were as cold as if they had just been fished out of the refrigerator, Tan Xu called him back without thinking.

No matter what is figured out or not, whether it is ambiguous or not, the top priority is not to let this misunderstanding cross the ocean.

He was indescribably anxious, the road between them could be walked slowly, but Tan Xu didn't want to let there be misses on this road due to misunderstanding.

Tan Xu quickly glanced at the watch in the hotel lobby, it was 53:7, [-] minutes before take-off.

He didn't know if Yu Yanchuan's flight needed to be transferred, but even if it was a direct flight to Manchester City, it would take five or six hours before he could reconnect, and he didn't want to wait for a moment.

There was no reminder that the other party had turned off the phone, Tan Xu almost held his breath, every dial tone seemed to ring heavily in his heart.

He even prepared the worst plan at this moment, and wrote a million-word long novel in his mind in a few seconds, such as Yu Yanchuan made up his mind to break up with him and blocked his phone and WeChat together, and had to miss it. Many years have passed since going around and going around, and since then, the drama of the bloody soap opera at [-] o'clock in the evening has officially opened...

"beep……"