Whenever he was extremely annoyed, he would stay here for a while, avoiding the unending 'concern' of his family members, and regaining his composure in absolute silence.
The door of the house opposite was wide open. She must be a neighbor who lived there. It was popular to leave early and come home late. Ever since she moved in, she had been accustomed to coming back late at night. She didn't even know who lived next to her.
"What's going on?" He, who usually doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, made an exception and asked.
"Yes...yes..." the girl stammered, unable to complete her words.
"A thief?" He looked at the door opposite with vigilance, and could vaguely see the exquisitely decorated living room, with a white theme, clean and elegant, simple and fashionable, very suitable for girls to live in.
The girl shook her head and regarded the broom in her hand as a straw for a drowning person to grasp, holding on to it for dear life.
Feng Xing lowered his eyebrows slightly to hide the impatience in his dark eyes.
I walked to the opposite side openly and checked every room carefully, but found nothing.
"Miss, your home is very safe. Please don't make such miserable screams in broad daylight and disturb the people." The foam on his face was sticky and uncomfortable. He was angry in his heart, and his black eyes were burning with raging anger.
.
However, the moment he saw the girl's appearance clearly, he was so angry and dissatisfied that he instantly sprouted wings and flew to who knows where. His mind went blank as he looked at her quietly.
Was he dazzled? He actually saw her again, still at his doorstep, "Qianxun?"
"Ah?" When he heard someone calling his name, his surprise temporarily defeated his fear. Qian Xun raised his head fiercely, his vision blurred.
Without her glasses, her world was in a fog. She vaguely recognized the tall man standing furiously in her home. His voice sounded familiar. There were hairs all over her arms, and she reacted violently.
"Why are you here?" After a brief surprise, Feng Xing's face darkened and he asked through gritted teeth.
If the previous encounters were purely coincidental, then what about this time? How to explain it?
A girl who lives on a meager salary, and her job is nothing more than an office clerk, a waitress at banquets, etc. How can she have the money to buy a house in this community? Even if it is rented, it is far beyond what she can afford.
Affordable price.
What's more, she actually lives across from him.
Is there such a coincidence in the world???
really?
"Feng...Feng...Feng...Young Master..." Her eyes widened and she raised her little face to look at him, dumbfounded.
Who would be kind enough to tell her what's going on?
As usual, although every time she encounters Fengxing, she will have bad luck, but as long as she gets over it, she will have a long, long and peaceful life.
Didn't she just see him yesterday? She was pressed in the closet, hugged and kissed, lost her job, and had to work her legs to walk home in the middle of the night... Wasn't the torture unforgettable enough? So the next day
You have to be scared again for it to count.
"It's Tang Yue? Isn't it? Everything was arranged by the little witch?" Reason disappeared with a squeak. His expression was almost savage, his black eyes were shining like the burning flames of hell, and he pinched her hand with one hand.
He lowered his chin and grabbed her shoulder with his other hand, angrily asking for the truth.