"I see." Wen Zhan threw out three words and hung up the phone.

The man looked at his phone somewhat inexplicably. Why did he feel that President Wen's tone was a little unhappy just now?

Was it because he asked 403 households to move out tomorrow?

Why don't he go back now and let him leave immediately?

Scratching his head, the man dismissed the idea and left.

Inside Wen Zhan's house, Wen Zhan's face darkened.

Wu Yang was protecting Yan Lang?

He put his phone on the table somewhat irritably and looked around.

He had lived in this house for six years, but now he felt that it was empty.

Wen Zhan knew very well that Wu Yang was missing from this place.

She had clearly been here the night before, but he felt a corner of his heart and was eager to fill it with something.

He poured a glass of water and drank it, then walked heavily into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, she wanted to turn on the computer and work, but Wu Yang's face was faintly visible in her mind.

Wen Zhan felt that he was going crazy.

He finally couldn't sit still, closed his computer, took the car keys, and went out the door.

…

Wu Yang slept peacefully. When the time came, he woke up automatically.

It was as if he had heard something from the kitchen, and there was a faint fragrance floating in the air.

She blinked her eyes and listened carefully. Her voice really came from her kitchen.

Could it be Yan Lang?

Impossible. He doesn't know her door code, and he won't do it.

Wu Yang became vigilant.

He gently took out a baseball bat from the corner and held it. He gently unscrewed the handle of the door.

The sound became clearer and clearer, and the fragrance became stronger and stronger.

Wu Yang hadn't eaten much last night. Smelling this kind of smell, she instinctively became hungry.

She frowned, gulped down a mouthful of saliva, and silently walked towards the kitchen.

They were getting closer, and they could finally see what was happening inside.

It was a familiar silhouette of a man in silk pajamas, cotton drapes on his feet, half rolled up his sleeves, revealing a sturdy, slender arm, and a spoon in his right hand that seemed to be stirring something?

Anger surged in Wu Yang's eyes. The baseball bat in his hand had the impulse to directly hit the stinking man's head from behind!

"Wen Zhan! How the hell did you barge in?"

Compared to her hair explosion, Wen Zhan was much calmer. He turned around and looked at her. The smile on his handsome face was completely provocative in Wu Yang's eyes.

"Wu Yang, no matter how much you change your password, it's still those numbers. You can't stop me."

Wu Yang was enraged. He raised his baseball bat and waved his claws, "I'll go call the police and arrest you, you bastard who likes to break into houses!"

Wen Zhan rarely saw Wu Yang's expression so vivid. He wasn't angry at this moment. He even looked at her with a doting look in his eyes.

"Sure. Drink the porridge first. Call the police when you're full!"

Wu Yang felt a mouthful of blood in his heart.

"Fuck off!"

He was like a dog skin plaster, shamelessly sticking to it. This time, Wu Yang was really angry!

What made her even angrier was that she had slept so well last night that she didn't even know when he had barged in!

Wen Zhan ignored her and carefully carried the porridge over to the dining table in the living room. He put it down and poured it back for the bowl.

Wu Yang glared fiercely at him from behind. Looking at this stinking man's familiar twisting movements, did he treat this place as his home?

"Eat, your favorite beef porridge."

Wu Yang only drank beef porridge, put some shredded ginger, put some pepper, and sprinkled some minced onions. Wen Zhan remembered all her tastes and hobbies clearly.

Wu Yang went into his room to pick up his phone. "Are you leaving? I'll call the police immediately!"

Damn it, is this the rhythm of forcing her to move away with Yan Lang?

"Let's go."

Wen Zhan nodded. As he said that, he sat down on a chair and slowly filled a bowl of porridge for each of them. He slowly ate it.

"Let's go after we finish eating."

Wu Yang: "…"

Finally, Wen Zhan put down his spoon and stood up.

Looking at Wu Yang, who was staring at him like a cockfight, Wen Zhan felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

She always looked at herself like she was looking at an enemy in a hospital at the beginning.

Yeah, much more lively.

Wen Zhan finally took the car keys and walked towards the door.

Wu Yang followed suit.

The door opened and Yan Lang, who was also wearing pajamas, stood outside.

Seeing Wen Zhan, Yan Lang raised his eyebrows and said in a bad tone, "President Wen, your special habit of breaking into single girls' houses is really eye-catching!"

Yan Lang was in a bad mood when he saw Wen Zhan appear at his favorite girl's house in his pajamas early in the morning. Even his peach blossom face, which had always been smiling, was now filled with tit for tat.

"No matter what, an honest and upright person like me is always better than someone who is extremely hypocritical and has impure motives, right?"

Wen Zhan's expression did not change as his tall figure quietly blocked in front of Wu Yang. A soft nail that was neither light nor heavy stabbed towards Yan Lang like this.

Yan Lang wasn't angry either. Since he followed Wen Zhan's words, he continued,

"Yes, Wen is always such a lowly person. He is only a small person. It's just a house. It's really eye-opener for me to bother President Wen with such a big fight."

Wu Yang impatiently stretched out his hand to pull Wen Zhanba away, but in the end, he didn't move at all. He was so angry that Wu Yang wanted to kick his butt.

"What do you mean? Did he send someone to chase you away?"

Wu Yang was so smart that he immediately thought of it.

Yan Lang looked at Wen Zhan and said, "I have to ask President Wen."

Wen Zhan did not comment, "My own house can be given to whoever I want to live in. Is there a problem with Mr. Yan?"

Wu Yang rolled his eyes and said, "Ignore him."

This stinky man is a habitual problem. If he really wants to argue with him, he will be the one to blame.

Wen Zhan wasn't angry either. He turned to look at Wu Yang and said, "Hurry up and drink the porridge. The coldness will affect the taste."

Wu Yang pushed him out and slammed the door.

Wen Zhan looked at Yan Lang provocatively and left.

Wu Yang wanted to pour out all the porridge, but when he walked over, the fragrance pierced into her nose, causing her stomach to rumble and her stomach to be hungry.

When she reacted, all the porridge in the bowl, including the rest in the pot, went into her stomach.

Wu Yang burped contentedly, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and washed the dishes and chopsticks.

We can't waste food, there's nothing wrong with it!

After packing up and opening the door, Yan Lang also stood there dressed neatly and waited for her, holding the breakfast she had bought in her hand.

Seeing her come out, he naturally handed her breakfast.

Wu Yang was a little guilty and didn't dare to say that he was full of beef porridge, so he took it over.

Yan Lang glanced at her and said, "Hurry up and eat before you go to work. Don't wait for a while and you won't be in the mood to eat."

Wu Yang knew what he meant and shook his head, thinking that she really couldn't eat.

"Don't worry."