"The dining chair is missing one." The boy got up and walked around the dining room and bedroom. "It's strange. Could it be that there was a thief?"
"I've never heard of a thief stealing a chair. Is there anything else missing?"
"There doesn't seem to be anything else. It's really strange."
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The two younger brothers discussed in a low voice. Chen Chong didn't pay attention at first. After being annoyed by the two, he raised his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Brother Chong, nothing's wrong, I'm just missing a chair." The younger brother replied.
Missing a chair?
Chen Chong frowned and stood up, looked around the room, then walked back to the sofa and opened the sofa cushions.
A bright machete immediately appeared under the seat cushion.
He reached for the machete and looked at it, but saw nothing.
After Luo Jun left, he ordered Han Qing to carefully handle the apartment.
Except for taking away the chair, everything in the apartment has been restored to its original state. Even the sawdust on the floor and the footprints on the coffee table have been cleaned up.
Despite this, Chen Chong, who had always been suspicious, still felt that something was wrong with this matter.
After all, a chair cannot disappear into thin air.
"Please ask your neighbors if there is anything unusual?"
The two younger brothers agreed and went away, but came back after a while and found nothing.
This apartment building is a two-unit building with one staircase. There is only one household across the street, and the other person is an office worker. It was already very late when he got off work, and he had no idea what happened in this room.
In the city, people are indifferent.
What's more, Yan Xiaosong and his two younger brothers have always been like little hooligans. The neighbors upstairs and downstairs have no good impression of him at all. Who would care about such a neighbor?
Chen Chong listened to the reports of his two younger brothers and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tomorrow, you two should move and find another place to live!"
After leaving the apartment, he looked around cautiously before getting in the car again and driving away.
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The next day, Shen Xue stayed in bed.
Of course, you can't blame her.
Last night, Situ Xing really treated the night like a wedding night and went back and forth several times. Even if she had good physical strength, how could she withstand such a torment.
She didn't fall asleep until late at night. Situ Xing woke up early and canceled the alarm clock on her mobile phone. When she woke up, it was already past nine o'clock.
Moreover, I still woke up hungry.
If she wasn't so hungry, she might have slept until noon.
She got up from the quilt, rubbed her eyes, and felt her back was sore. Shen Xue was already cursing before she even opened her eyes.
"Bastard Situ Xing!"
"Dear wife, what are your orders?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Situ Xing's voice had already sounded. It was not like her voice which was muddy, but her pronunciation was clear and her exhalation was crisp.
Shen Xue opened her eyes and looked over with half-squinted eyes.
At one glance, he burst into laughter.
"Si...Situ Xing, you...you...ha...what kind of addiction have you been to dressing up so early in the morning!"
Situ Xing was standing beside the bed, wearing trousers on his lower body and a pink hellokittys cotton nightgown that Shen's mother bought for her.
He is tall and has a large figure. The much looser nightgown she wore became a tight fit on him. He was tied up with a belt, and the sleeves were tightly wrapped around his arms, leaving a large section of his white shirt exposed.
