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At this moment, the senbei upstairs was looking around with surprise and novelty.

She has lived outside for two years, and for the first time she rented such a pleasing place...

The whole room looks like a model house with a minimalist white style.

For example, in her room, there is a deliberately distressed pure white wooden wardrobe, and three watercolor frames with different shapes of birds are placed above it. The bed was large, with a log frame, and soft pillows and bedding seemed to be stuffed into clouds.

The windows in the room are not big, but they are light enough. Facing the window, there is a gray-blue wrought iron coffee table and two folding chairs.

A pot of succulents with excellent appearance is placed on it, where you can have a break and drink tea.

Xianbei pulled the gauze curtain to avoid the light, and packed his luggage one by one. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Senbei opened the door with a hand fan, and there was no one outside.

When she first arrived, she didn't dare...run around. Although Chen Zhuo had told her to visit before leaving.

Close the door, Senbei returns to the desk, opens the tablet, and prepares for work.

However, I couldn't calm down, so I had to give up.

Putting the earphones in her ears, Senbei lay back on the bed, and she slowly closed her eyes in the soft music.

...

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As the evening approached, Chen Zhuo went upstairs.

The shop was very busy, but he was a little absent-minded from time to time, imagining what the little girl upstairs was doing.

Back on the second floor, the living room was dark and the lights were not turned on.

Chen Zhuo was not surprised. He stretched out his hand and turned on the light, and the next moment he looked in a certain direction—

In the bedroom arranged for Senbei, the door was closed tightly, without a trace of light.

Chen Zhuo glanced at his watch, it was almost six o'clock.

He walked to the door of the girl's room, raised his hand, and had a rest.

After a few centimeters from the door, he stopped for a while, and finally knocked on it.

Boom twice.

Nothing happened.

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, added gravity, and knocked again.

At this time, there was a bang from the door, followed by the sound of slippers wiping the floor quickly.

slower.

Chen Zhuo said in his heart, the corners of his lips were already smiling.

The "chacha" of the sole of the shoe against the floor, stopped at a place getting closer and closer.

Then, the door was pulled open a slit.

Seems familiar, reappeared yesterday.

Chen Zhuo stared, and stopped at the door, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat at night?"

There was no movement in the door for a while, and the girl's tiny voice emerged: "I'm not hungry..."

Stopped: "I myself will order takeaway..."