C69

The sound fell into the heart of Mr. and Mrs. Chi, who did not know how she had made the doorman feel that way, but she was obviously uncomfortable. She glanced at him, went into the house to get the express, and did not speak to him again from beginning to end.

Chi Yinan could naturally see that she was unhappy, so he did not take the initiative to ask her about it. The two of them got off the elevator and went home.

She had met him twice on Saturday, so she was smart enough not to go out on Sundays and shut the door tight. She probably wouldn't see him again until he dug a hole in the ground to get to his house, which was obviously impossible.

However, when everything was calculated well, there would always be a little bit of surprise, just like how they should not have met each other in their lives and had once again made a mistake.

The doorbell rang. Through the peephole, she saw Chi Yinan standing in front of the door, with the Shepherd Dog of the same name at his feet. She thought for a moment, or pretended that no one was there, but Chi Yinan seemed to know that she was there, so she kept pressing the doorbell, until it became a knock on the door.

His domineering attitude did not change in the slightest, and it even became worse.

When she came out of the bedroom, she couldn't wait to scold him. When she saw Chi Yinan's panicked and anxious expression, she was stunned for a moment, but then she realized that Chi Yinan had already opened his mouth, his voice sounded lonely and wronged, "Warm Jin, I'm hungry." Chi Yinan was someone she had never seen before.

When she came back to her senses, she let out a "hmph" and used her body to block the crack in the door. She casually pointed and said, "Go straight down the stairs, turn left and turn left." There were a lot of restaurants that would never let him starve again. Then, just as he was about to speak, they would "bang" the door shut, cutting off his cold face. Chi Yinan lowered his hand, wanting to ring the doorbell again, but eventually gave up and went back into the house.

From the peephole, she could see that there was no one outside. She should have been happy, but instead she thought of his slightly pale face and his hoarse voice. Was he sick?

He paced back and forth in the house, asking himself if he would not care if he was a neighbor. No, not to mention that Chi Yinan was not a neighbor, even if he did do something good for the last time, she would open the door and go to the right door.

After knocking on the door and seeing that no one responded, she thought about pushing the door and entering. This room had the same general layout as the one she lived in, but the decorations were obviously male hardliners, which was also Chi Yinan's style, low-key luxury, and the carpet he was stepping on had flown in from some unknown country. She was already used to his extravagance, so she was not surprised.

The bedroom was dark, even though the curtains were still closed during the day. She reached out and turned on the light, then stood in the doorway looking at the man lying on the bed, curled up in a quilt with his back to her. Even with the light on, he didn't move.