C395 Friendship of Friends

Because Millet had seen something that could suppress the owners of the Tetambo District, its ability was definitely not inferior to that of the American agents.

After talking too much, after Millet made such a series of associations, the door was opened after he pressed the doorbell twice. Inside, Deng Yujin opened the door, saw Millet and let Millet in.

Wu told Deng Yujin about some work matters, and took the opportunity to take a look at Deng Yujin's house.

Millet mainly came to tell Deng Yujin about Chiang Lee's affair. Chiang Lee could be considered Deng Yujin's good friend. The friendship between the boys was more solid, like some plastic sisters who would break up after it was over.

The friendship between men was even more indestructible than the Great Wall. Even if it were to sway in the wind and rain, it would still remain standing.

From Millet's words, it could be determined that Chiang Lee still had no news and had disappeared from this earth as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.

After Deng Yujin finished listening, he did not say anything and the two of them drank a little bit of food.

"Chiang Lee is already an adult, so you don't have to worry too much."

"It's not that I'm worried, I just want to ask around. Anyway, if he's good, then that's for the best."

Millet looked at him and said, "Why don't we leave Chiang Lee's matter like this for now? I'll tell you when there's news."

Deng Yujin nodded and patted Millet's shoulder, "Thank you, Millet."

"You're welcome."

Millet and Deng Yujin went out to drink some wine. Drinking wine at the bar in the evening was the real drink. They could only listen to the song in peace.

After Millet finished talking to Deng Yujin and the others, they went their separate ways.

However, they didn't know that someone had secretly taken photos of them drinking at a bar. Also, several female attendants were fighting for seats because of Deng Yujin and Millet's handsome looks.

What was interesting was that the person involved didn't know. It was Ye Yuni who saw on Weibo that the person involved had been investigated by the relevant authorities for selling the chair of Deng Yujin, the eldest son of a high-priced reseller group at a certain bar.

Most importantly, after Deng Yujin left, several waitresses ran up to the chair and sat there again.

He didn't think that this matter would become a hot search topic. At that time, it attracted a lot of discussion among the netizens.

There were a lot of comments online saying that this group of waiters had disgraced themselves and had no professional ethics. When Ann Qianxi gave this photo to Ye Yuni, their reactions were completely different.

Ann Qianxi thought that Ye Yuni's temper would be angered, but she didn't expect her to laugh.

Why so happy? Wasn't it because of Deng Yujin's high Charm?

Every window was like an eye, and the face of the night was full of eyes. By midnight, only one window was lit near the Third People's Hospital.

Snow swirled and fell on the ground, a world of pure white snow.

Under the dim yellow light, Jia Wanrou, who was walking on a 10-centimeter high heels, walked over, leaving a clear trail of footprints. She cut a long mark between the snow and the ground like a cake, then turned and headed to the back of a building.

Jia Wanrou looked around. Not far away, she could hear a caravan selling sweet potatoes. There was a dying stove guarded by a black cat in the arms of its owner. It was dozing off lazily. The warm plastic outside the window of the trailer looked hazy from the outside.

When Jia Wanrou was sure that no one was looking at her, she darted into the building. Perhaps the black cat was startled by Jia Wanrou's movements, but it immediately heard the sound outside and pricked up its ears. Its eyes were wide and bright, like night walkers in the dark, but soon after, it closed its eyes again.

The corridor became quieter and colder. Jia Wanrou walked to the elevator on the first floor and pressed a few buttons. After the elevator opened, she quickly slipped inside. As soon as the elevator door closed, she immediately pressed the button on the floor, afraid that others would wait for the elevator with her.

When she reached the third floor, she stepped out of the elevator and walked to a door at the corner. After taking a few breaths, she didn't knock immediately, instead, she fiddled with her cell phone.

After a while, the lock loosened a few times and the door opened. Jia Wanrou looked around quickly before quickly entering and locking the door behind her.

The living room was clean and tidy, as if there was no one inside. The bathroom door was closed, and the sound of running water came from inside. Jia Wanrou looked at the opaque glass with a meaningful smile.

After that, she quietly changed into slippers, took off her coat and hat, and carefully placed them on the bedside table. She then took out the paper cup from the cabinet, walked over to the water dispenser, and poured herself a cup of hot water.

The room was very small, with one room and one guard, covering an area of 45 square meters. Jia Wanrou calmly sat on the sofa, holding a cup in her hand.

The cup of hot water was very hot and she almost couldn't hold it anymore, but Jia Wanrou pressed her palm against it. A warm current of pain and numbness flowed through her entire body, and Jia Wanrou bent down and pressed her face against the cup of hot water, closing her eyes in comfort.

The soothing music from the phone came from the bathroom door. It was Song Dongye's "Mama Bian". The melody of the folk music was melodious. It was sung by a man through the magnetic voice and sounded slightly sad through the mist.

Jia Wanrou was also engrossed in the man's singing outside the door. She shifted her position to the far end of the sofa and hugged the teddy bear on the side of the bed. This was something she had bought when they first met.

After a slow ballad in a melody, there was a very popular rap song. The man stopped humming and closed the phone.

Winter quiet house, suddenly quiet, as if a fast rhythmic street dance performance suddenly pressed the key.

Jia Wanrou seemed a little nervous in the sudden silence. Her mind was entirely filled with the image of the man in the bathroom door, his body clean and crystal clear, water dripping onto his chest, stomach muscles, calves, ankles …

And his wet black hair, and the dark, shining eyes under the broken hair on his forehead. Possessing a face as young as a child and a body that was similar to a male's, it was simply the most alluring combination in the world … Jia Wanrou's face turned red as she thought about it.

She wanted to go to the door, turn the knob, and go into the bathroom with him, for a while, but she didn't dare.

The door opened soundlessly and the man came out, dripping all over.