It's colder outside than when it came.
The only sweater that could keep warm was soaked and she put it in the bag. Walking to the door, Wen Yifan felt that his body was almost not his own. She opened the door, and subconsciously glanced to the other side.
At this time, the man at the door probably hasn't returned yet.
Usually it was two or three o'clock. When she was already in deep sleep, he would pass by her door with a smile and knock on the door panel twice maliciously. The strength is very heavy, like thunder in the middle of the night.
Then he returned to his house.
Do nothing.
It is irritating, but there is no way to solve it.
Wen Yifan told the landlord about this situation several times, but none seemed to be effective.
After locking the door, Wen Yifan boiled the pot of water, and sent a WeChat message to Zhong Siqiao by the way: [Here is home. 】
Zhong Siqiao's home is far from Shang'an, and he is still on the subway at this moment: [So fast? I still have several stations. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [Eh. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [I just gave a blow, and I remembered Sang Yan's behavior tonight. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [You said, Sang Yan was afraid that you would be cold, so I threw your coat? Then he was too embarrassed to say, and broke off a reason like that. 】
Wen Yifan pulled out a change of clothes from the closet. Seeing this sentence, she stopped: [Say something reliable. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [? 】
Zhong Siqiao: [I am not reliable! ! ! 】
Wen Yifan: [He is here to solve the problem. 】
Wen Yifan: [So it is probably because I am afraid that I will fall ill because of this, so I should ask him to squander the medical expenses. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [...]
Zhong Siqiao: [Then he can find someone to give you a coat. 】
Wen Yifan: [This is not an easy task in such a cold day. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [? 】
Wen Yifan reminded: [He may not be able to borrow. 】
Zhong Siqiao: [...]
A reminder of low battery just pops up.
Wen Yifan put the phone on the table to charge, and went into the bathroom. Taking off the makeup on her face a little bit, she stared at the face in the mirror, her movements suddenly stopped.
The pair of eyebrows that I saw not long ago flashed past my mind.
Wen Yifan cast his eyes down and absently tossed the cotton pad into the trash can.
Leaving aside the present, when he was most familiar with it before, Wen Yifan didn't know Sang Yan very well either. So she couldn't tell the difference, he pretended not to recognize her, or he did not recognize her.
It's like a coin toss game.
There are no clues, no guesses, only luck to get the result.
After all, in her opinion, these two possibilities.
It's all things he can do.
After drying his hair, Wen Yifan habitually turned on the computer and wrote a press release for a while. She didn't go back to bed until she started to feel sleepy and reached out to pull the phone on the table.
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First Frost ( Requested )
RomanceThis novel is also known as Nan Hong It was by pure chance that Wen Yifan became housemates with Sang Yan, whom she had rejected during high school. Normally, they lived their lives separately, as if they were two strangers living under the same roo...
