"Are you going to live here today?"

"Well, I can rest one day tomorrow, so I plan to stay at home for a day."

For artists, rest time is about resting around the clock.

Only by relaxing herself completely and not considering any work matters can she get enough rest.

She was very busy during her return, so busy that she sometimes couldn't sleep for a few hours a day.

In order to ensure his own sleep quality, Park Chu-long doesn't want to stay in the dormitory.

Those girls must have been making noise again.

How good is sleeping at home!

"It's a good thing to have more rest, just rest."

Jiang Zhihao also responded, then stood up and went back to his room first.

Compared to Park Chulong's room with great lighting and cute decoration, Jiang Zhihao's second bedroom is much smaller.

Of course, for Jiang Zhihao, it was already very satisfying to live in such a good place for free without spending money.

Or is it worse than the prison where there is no ten square meters?

———

Early the next morning, Jiang Zhihao woke up from his sleep.

The habit of getting up early is developed from prison, in other words... it is trained.

Usually, I have to get up at around 6 o'clock every morning, and it is the same as in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Even in the early morning and when the sky was hazy, he had to get up early at the request of the prison guard.

For thirteen years, he had long been accustomed to opening his eyes subconsciously at six in the morning every day.

Fortunately, it is still summer, and even if you wake up early, you won’t feel cold.

Jiang Zhihao sat up from the bed, yawned a little lazy, and then moved his stiff body while changing into his sportswear.

Before formally washing, you still need to go out for a few laps, move your body before washing.

Of course, this is also a habit developed in prison.

Well..

After saying this, Jiang Zhihao suddenly felt that he had gained a lot in jail in the past few years.

He glanced at Park Chulong's room with the locked door and curled his lips.

He, a person who is in jail, can get up early.

Park Chulong, who is so comfortable and so happy, can only sleep in bed.

The right judgment is right!

Most of the people in the community I live in now are mainly young people.

Although Park Cho-long debuted not long ago, the community where this house is located is still relatively young.

It can be discovered from people who have the habit of running mornings like him.

"Oh, how many laps Zhihao is preparing for today?"

Jiang Zhihao turned around when he heard the sound and found that the person who talked to him was a neighbor who often ran together in the morning these days.

"Ah, Brother Junhao, it's early."

The man named Junhao jogged to Jiang Zhihao and stopped. After evenlying his breathing, he continued to move his hands and feet.

This man named Jiang Zhihao by Brother is also a resident in the community.

Born in 1979, he is two years older than Jiang Zhihao.

However, it may be because of long-term exercise that men look much younger than they imagined.

"Did you come out for a run so early today?"

"Yes... I'm going to my grandma's side to pick up the child later. If I really can't sleep, I just got up and ran."

Li Junhao nodded and smiled gently.

He has a four-year-old daughter who is at her lovely age.

As a senior daughter, he has been unable to hide his excitement since last night.

You should know that the last time I saw my daughter was a week ago.

Jiang Zhihao also remembered the cute little girl and smiled in understanding.

"I can understand, brother."

"What do you understand? You are only two years younger than me, why haven't you gotten married yet?"

"Aren't you making things difficult for me? I don't even have a girlfriend yet."

Li Junhao touched his chin and patted Jiang Zhihao on the shoulder.

People who can keep getting up so early every day to run and exercise must have strong self-control.

And a man with strong self-control will definitely not be a bad guy.

"It's okay, I will introduce you to you. Don't look at your brother like this, your sister-in-law still has many single good sisters!"

"That's thank you brother."

"Ah, go, I almost deserve to go back."

Jiang Zhihao bowed respectfully to the man, and after watching the other party leave, he also smiled with a smile on his lips.

To be honest, to be honest...

He does want to get married.

He is also a more traditional Korean man, and starting a family and career has become deeply rooted in his bones.

It’s just that more than ten years of life in prison made it difficult for him to find a partner who can accept this...

He is 33 years old this year, and after a few years, he will officially enter the 40th mark...

It seems that the imminent difficulty now is to open oneself and Zheng Duoyuan’s coffee shop first, and then solve your lifelong affairs.

While thinking about it randomly, Jiang Zhihao began to slowly circle the community.

———

After Park Chu-long woke up from his sleep, it was almost noon.

She went to bed at nearly three in the morning yesterday. Although she returned to the room early to prepare for bed, she still forced herself to use her cell phone for two hours before going to bed.

This may be a common problem for modern people...

The girl picked up the phone that was placed beside the pillow to charge, struggled to open her eyes and glance at the time, then she rolled on the bed and sat up.

After rubbing her hair that was almost as good as a chicken coop, the girl yawned cutely.

She didn't care too much about the image, so she just stared at a mess of hair and walked out of the bedroom.

Then he narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Jiang Zhihao who was sitting on the sofa watching TV shows.

Of course, Jiang Zhihao also discovered his sister's half-awake state and sighed helplessly.

He is really worthy of being his real sister.

This girl looks exactly the same as when a girl was in school more than ten years ago.

If he remembers correctly, the next step should be...

"Jiang Zhihao, where is the rice?"

Well, exactly the same as ten years ago!

Jiang Zhihao clapped his hands in anger and successfully awakened Park Chulong, who was still half awake.

"Wake up, it's already noon."

"Ah!...I'm scared to death.."

"Will you be like this when you are in your dormitory? When you wake up in the morning, sleepwalking at the door like a ghost, asking someone to beg for food?"

Park Chulong grabbed the messy hair with one hand, came to Jiang Zhihao with pain, and sat down next to Jiang Zhihao inertia.

"Ani, I'm very well-behaved in the dormitory."

"Tsk, I don't know anyway, you can say anything."

Jiang Zhihao helped the girl who was lying on his legs and was about to take a break. She helped the girl smooth her hair out in anger. Her skillful movements made Park Chulong squint her eyes happily.

"Oppa hasn't combed my hair for a long time."

Jiang Zhihao's movements in his hand paused, and then became much gentler.

"Ah, you were not happy to comb your ponytails before. You cried and shouted, saying that you would roll up like Mishan Oni next door."
Chapter completed!