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    When Zhou Mi opened the door, he deliberately kept his movements light, so as not to disturb the people in the room.

    As soon as the door was opened, the light in the living room was still on, and the door of Cheng Yinian's room was half open. She was sitting at the desk, facing Bai Yingying's computer screen.

    Zhou Mi changed his shoes, hung his coat on the hook behind the door, walked over and opened the door, and whispered, "Still sleeping?"

    Zhou Mi and Cheng Yinian are college classmates, both from the outer courtyard, one is studying French and the other is studying Japanese.

    They were all poor just after graduation, so they rented a two-bedroom apartment in an old community together. It was cheap, but it was far away from work, and it took an hour to commute one way.

    The capital of young people is youth and body, and they can still hold on when they go to bed late and get up early, but Cheng Yinian still has a heart to generate electricity for love, translates for a subtitle group, and has to stay up all night to get the source of the film every week.

    Cheng Yinian turned his head, with a sleepy look on his face, "I can't do it anymore", and said: "Hurry up, go to bed after finishing the last bit. There are unfinished sugar-fried chestnuts on the table, do you want to eat some.  "

    "I won't eat, I can't digest it so late - have you taken a shower?" Zhou Mi took off the hair band on his wrist and tied up his hair.

    "washed."

    "Then I'm going to take a shower, I don't care about you."

    "go Go."

    Zhou Mi passed the dining table, saw the kraft paper packaging bag, and touched one out.

    The chestnuts are fried, easy to peel, and sweet, but they are already cold and not easy to swallow.

    On the radiator on the window sill, there are a few pairs of cotton socks that I got up early to dry, and my hands feel completely dry.  Zhou Mi took it away and took it back to the bedroom.

    No matter how small the movement was, the light from the living room would still wake up the younger sister Song Man on the bed. She turned over and asked in a daze, "Just got off work?"

    "Um."

    Zhou Mi changed his clothes, put on his pajamas, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then returned to the bedroom.

    In the darkness, a faint light flickered.

    Zhou Mi closed the door, took the mobile phone with only a little battery left to light up, walked to the bed, connected the charger to the mobile phone, and put it on the bedside table.

    Then, he threw off the quilt.

    Song Man squeezed the mobile phone with the screen on, shivering inside, with his eyes wide open, looking at her and smiling embarrassingly.

    "" Zhou Mi was speechless, "I'm still playing with my mobile phone, and I'm still not sleeping. I'm going to die, right?"

    "Don't scold me, don't scold me, the children are stupid." Song Man begged for mercy, muted the screen of the phone, and threw it aside, "I was woken up, so I can't sleep for a while."

    "If you can't sleep, you have to sleep." Zhou Mi lay down on the bed, "I will be hospitalized after a while, a non-stop little scourge."

    Song Man chuckled, "But the surgery fee"

    "All together."

    Song Man was taken aback for a moment, then turned to her, "Where did you get the money?"

    "borrowed."

    "Who did you borrow from? It wasn't Dou Yuheng, right?"

    Zhou Mi heard the wind whistling outside the window, as if passing through his bones, his head was throbbing, and his consciousness was on the verge of laxity, "it has nothing to do with him."

    "Except for him, where do you have other friends who can borrow so much money at once?"

    The voice fell, and no answer was heard.

    Song Man thought Zhou Mi was angry, so he stretched out his hand and pushed her shoulder anxiously, "Sister?"

    Zhou Mi gave a "hmm" in a daze, " let's go to sleep, okay?"

    Song Man couldn't bear it anymore, "Sleep and sleep. Good night, princess."-

    After such a toss in the wind and snow, it is impossible not to catch a cold.

    On Tuesday, when Zhou Mi's cold progressed to the most embarrassing stage, he could not stop crying in one eye.

    Squinting one red and swollen eye, just as she was getting familiar with the information, she stretched out a hand and handed over a box of fresh strawberries, big and ripe Dandong Hongyan.

    Zhou Mi's current job is translation. This time, he will take the French customer team to inspect Beicheng.

    The person in charge is Du Meng, who is very interested in Chinese culture.  He collected a pair of ink and wash landscapes by the painter Zhao Ye. When he came back to China, he could not help but take advantage of his position to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

    Zhao Ye opened a studio in the outskirts of the city, filled with Ming and Qing antique furniture.  Sometimes when tickets are released on the WeChat public account and people are invited to visit, as soon as the tickets are released, they are sold out in an instant.

    Zhou Mi asked his friends for help, and managed to grab a few group tickets against all odds.

    For this, my colleague Cui Jiahang was very grateful and promised to treat her to eat strawberries for a week.

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    "" Zhou Mi was very fortunate that Du Meng knew no more than ten sentences in Chinese.  Instead, tell Du Meng that Zhao Ye really does not intend to transfer.

    Du Meng looked regretful, and carefully put the small bowl back on the shelf, with eager eyes, still reluctant to part.

    Zhao Ye looked at Zhou Mi with a smile, "That's it?"

    Zhou Mi said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao is not willing to give up love, so don't force it."

    "How did you translate it?" Zhao Ye said with a smile, "Didn't you convey my central idea?"

    Zhou Mi was silent for a moment.

    Zhao Ye teased her: "What a stupid girl. You asked him to quote first."

    "I'm afraid Mr. Du Meng's quotation is not to Mr. Zhao's liking."

    "There's no quotation for this, how do you know it's not what you want? Besides, he's not of my race, but Ms. Zhou is not. Is there any reason why a beautiful woman can't discuss it?" Zhao Ye said with a smile.

    In addition to Zhao Ye, there were several friends in the studio, and some people booed, "Miss Zhou, our old Zhao is recruiting models, do you intend to make friends? You don't know Lao Zhao, he is not willing to accept outsiders who clearly mark the price.  , but for friends, that is responsive, nothing to say."

    Cui Jiahang, who was on the side, was annoyed and wanted to stand up for Zhou Mi, but Zhou Mi saw it, and turned back with a look.

    The atmosphere was at a stalemate, Zhou Mi smiled politely, and was about to think of a few words to perfunctory the past, when a voice suddenly came from the side: "Old Zhao, the counterfeit you imitated by a student cost less than twenty inside and out, so it's rude to use it.  Beauty, I don't feel guilty."

    The words were quite buoyant, but they were spoken slowly in a calm and cold voice, without any glibness.

    Zhou Mi's heart skipped a beat.

    Subconsciously look back.

    He also came in in a hurry, but he didn't notice that there was a person sitting behind the screen, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, black trousers, and a dark camel cashmere coat. His description was elegant, and he was sitting lazily on the sofa, drinking tea by himself.

    Afterwards, Zhou Mi recalled the first two meetings with Tan Yanxi, and realized that he was dormant in the dark and only appeared in the light at the critical moment.

    Whether it resembles the pattern of hunter and prey, she couldn't tell.

    At the moment, I only feel that this second meeting, I only heard his voice, I have a faint premonition, I don't know the content, I just need to make it clear.

    The man's voice fell, he raised his eyes, and smiled slightly.

    That gaze was directed at her without any compromise.

    The peach-blossom eyes slightly raised at the end of the eyes are clearly affectionate, but the eyes are cold and cold, like beautiful brocade burnt ashes.

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    Think about it or change it to 8 o'clock in the morning-

    Then, although Weibo let go of the trial reading of the previous chapter, the official post has changed a lot. If you haven¡¯t read the first chapter, I still recommend reading it.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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