CHAPTER 83

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After finishing work in the evening, Xue Xingchen sent Zhou Han back as usual. He was still asking for warm and sweet words along the way. Zhou Han's left ear went in and the right ear came out, all in a deaf ear.

He has no feeling for him at all, that is, the kind of insensitivity that at best is a friend and is absolutely impossible to be a lover.

Even if he looks like Song Zhixi again.

It may also be that his heart is dead and he can no longer feel any emotions.

Xue Xingchen sent him downstairs to see that he was about to go upstairs, and suddenly asked, "Can I go upstairs?"

"Farewell." Zhou Han rejected him, "How many are there in the house?" You don’t know the chaos.”

“Of course I know, I just want to go in and sit.”

Looking at his sincere eyes, Zhou Han couldn’t bear to refuse any more, so he said, “That’s fine. Come, come with me."

The old man downstairs watched them go upstairs together and said hello. Zhou Han also smiled and waved at him.

But not long after, the old man saw Xue Xingchen hugged again, and thought he was dazzled.

On the second floor, Zhou Han touched the key and opened the door just about to go in. He only opened a crack in the door. A dark shadow who didn’t know where he came from quickly flashed in, and dragged him in by the way. The door was closed and locked.

The room was dark, and he couldn’t see the person pulling him clearly, but Xue Xingchen’s voice came from outside the door, “Open the door, what’s wrong with Zhou Han?”

So this person in the room is definitely not Xue Xingchen, Zhou Han slowly adapted to the darkness, and through the faint light saw the silhouette of this person-Song Zhixi.

"Are you following me?" This was Zhou Han's first reaction.

"I'm just here to remind you that Xue Xingchen is not a good person, don't walk too close to him."

"I don't need you to remind." Zhou Han walked to the position of the switch in the house and turned on the light. It's just a faint chandelier.

Song Zhixi looked around and found that the living environment was extremely poor. He was a little stunned, and he didn't even believe that Zhou Han would live in such a place.

Zhou Han also saw his unbelievable eyes, and laughed at himself, “Do you think that someone like me who is greedy for pleasure is absolutely impossible to accept such a difficult environment?”

"...why?"

"I just figured it out, and I want to get ahead through my own efforts." There is no sofa in the room, only a dilapidated stool, Zhou Han sits down on his own, regardless of whether he has a place to sit.

After he sat down, he could only look up at Song Zhixi, and smiled and said to him, "I can have this consciousness, thank you so much."

"Thank you for driving me out." "

Song Zhixi didn't understand, but he thought it was related to his lost memory.

Xue Xingchen hasn't left yet, and is still knocking on the door.

As long as the door is locked from the inside, people outside can't get in even if they have a key, not to mention Xue Xingchen doesn't have a key.

Hearing the knock on the door, Zhou Han didn’t mean to let him in. Instead, he said, “It used to be before, I really figured it out now, huh...”

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