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It is still midsummer, and it is not very cool even in the early morning. When Lin Huaian came back, a large area of ​​his T-shirt was soaked with sweat.

Lin Huaian has always been a germaphobe, so he pushed the door open and walked towards the bathroom, ignoring Jiang Yan who was sitting at the desk not far away doing homework.

Jiang Yan was used to it, and just said when Lin Huaian came out: "Remember to eat breakfast, I put it on the table."

Jiang Yan had a good control of time. When Lin Huaian came back, the food was still warm, just the right temperature to eat.

"Yeah." Lin Huaian nodded, and didn't say thank you to Jiang Yan. He just estimated the breakfast money and transferred it to Jiang Yan, then went to eat his own food.

One morning, Lin Huaian only said "hmm" to himself.

Jiang Yan couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

But he thought about it again and comforted himself by saying that Lin Huaian was just like that, although it didn't provide much comfort.

Jiang Yan finished two papers and went to work.

"Brother Lin, I will bring you lunch at noon."

Lin Huaian nodded without saying anything, and continued to read the book "Soros Leads You Out of the Financial Crisis" which he had not finished reading yesterday, without raising his head.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and closed the door.

The milk tea shop has always had good business. Jiang Yan works as the receptionist. He has a gentle and kind appearance and is not only popular among the little girls of the same age, but also the elders think he is well-behaved. Therefore, every weekend, there is a constant stream of people coming to Jiang Yan.

Not far away, an arrogant boy with dyed red hair walked over with a group of other thugs dressed like thugs.

Why do we distinguish that person from a gangster?

It was really because that person was too out of place. He was wearing brand-name clothes and shoes, a big gold ring on his finger, and his entire body was worth at least hundreds of thousands.

A breath of the nouveau riche second generation wafts towards you.

Seeing the group approaching, he went straight to the front and said, "Hey, one cup of each type of milk tea, with ice and three parts sugar!"

Jiang Yan didn't want to provoke these people the most. He lowered the brim of his hat with his left hand and said, "Okay, wait a moment."

——The hat is a work hat distributed uniformly by the milk tea shop.

The leading red-haired man probably noticed Jiang Yan because he thought his voice was nice, or because he was too deliberate in pressing down the brim of his hat.

He spoke to Jiang Yan in an imperative tone: "Hey, raise your head."

Jiang Yan didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only look up obediently under the pitying gaze of everyone.

At this moment, he still didn't know why the passersby looked at him with pity, but even if he knew, he could do nothing about it.

"Pull down the mask." the man said again.

Jiang Yan had no choice but to do as he was told.

The man saw it and was delighted: "Oh, she's not bad looking, so pretty, I like her."

As the man spoke, he led a group of people to sit aside and wait for milk tea.

Jiang Yan frowned, still unable to figure out what that person meant.

It was not until the man came over with the milk tea and grabbed Jiang Yan's slender wrist that Jiang Yan realized the other party's intention.

"Hello, add WeChat?"

The other person's eyes lingered obscenely on Jiang Yan's face, which was covered by the mask: "Didn't I tell you to take off the mask?"

Jiang Yan frowned: "Sir, I'm sorry, you've disturbed my normal work."

The man sneered, picked up the milk tea and left.

Jiang Yan thought that the matter was over, he let out a breath with lingering fear, and then went back to work.

When he got off work, he brought Lin Huaian a cup of low-sugar milk tea, bought some food, and turned into an alley while eating the extra steamed buns he had bought that morning.

He got off work a little late today and had to take a shortcut home, otherwise he would have to keep Lin Huaian waiting for a long time.

As he was thinking this, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, covered Jiang Yan's mouth and nose, and led him into a dead end.