100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 245 Feng Qiwu

Yan Junwu stood still, and Song Guizhou quickly noticed his gaze.

Her cold gaze swept over Yan Junwu for a moment, then returned to its original position as she continued knocking on the door.

Unfortunately, no one came to open it.

He called Jin Huan, and both of them could hear the phone ringing inside the house, but there was still no movement at the door.

in the house

Jin Huan was woken up by the phone call. She glanced at the caller ID with annoyance, hung up without hesitation, and then turned off her phone.

Song Guizhou stood at the door, and after a long while, he leaned against it dejectedly. Only after Yan Junwu was sure he couldn't get in did she enter the house. She slept until eight o'clock the next morning.

I stretched, got up to take a bath, and opened my phone to pick out a novel or a TV series to watch.

The water temperature was just right, and a bath sponge provided by the hotel was added. The entire bathtub was covered with a layer of pink foam. There were 99+ red dots on her social media. She didn't want to reply to messages, but she felt really uncomfortable if she didn't remove the red dots.

Left with no other choice, I clicked on it.

Song Guizhou's name is still pinned to the top; they just broke up and haven't had time to unpin it yet.

She clicked on six unread messages to take a look.

The first four messages were sent last night, asking why she hadn't come back, where she had gone, and whether she needed him to pick her up. The last two messages were sent half an hour ago.

He said he was going to work and told Jin Huan to remember to eat breakfast after she woke up.

Have I waited all night? She frowned slightly. It seems she needs to go to Meng Po's place to get a few more pots of forgetfulness water. But she can't cry now. Meng Po doesn't want her emotionless tears. Of the seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire—she rarely has any of them. The last tear she shed was a tear of deep emotion—love.

If we don't use tears to exchange, there is actually another way, but Jin Huan doesn't want to do that.

Never mind, I'll stop thinking about this for now.

Let's read a novel. I've had "The Scumbag Girl Guide" on my bookshelf for a while now, and the Gu Zhu Zi Cha chapter is really captivating!

I watched for twenty minutes, then got up, took a shower, dried my hair, and went out.

Both cars were driven to the restaurant yesterday, so she took a taxi to the hot pot restaurant.

It's only a little past ten o'clock, and there are already so many people here.

Jin Huan went straight up to the second floor. At the very end was a lounge, which was reserved for her. It was decorated in an antique style, with a tea table, six chairs, a daybed, a small tea table, and a laser TV.

She removed the small table from the daybed and used it as a chaise lounge, leaning it against a single square pillow on one side.

This cushion is not bad, but overall, it looks nice but is not practical. It's fine for relaxing and enjoying yourself, but if you lean on it for a long time, it will cause back pain. It's better to sleep in a bed.

Ling Nanyi brewed some tea and brought it up. Seeing the young boss fiddling with the remote control out of boredom, he suggested, "If Miss Jinhuan is bored, she can go to a beauty salon for a spa treatment, or sign up for an interest class, or go back to school."

“I don’t want to go back to school. Those tests are too easy, and I feel sleepy as soon as the teacher starts talking.” She turned over and lay on the cushion. “As for beauty treatments and extracurricular classes, I’ll think about it.”

Ling Nanyi smiled and poured Jin Huan a cup of tea.

She took it, took a small sip, and said, "Have someone downstairs make me a cup of milk tea, with ice."

"it is good."

"By the way, take this card and buy me a house around here. It has to be a new house, not a second-hand one. The neighborhood has to be nice, sunny, and decorated in a modern, light luxury style. One hundred million. See if that's enough. If not, just ask me for more later."

"it is good."

Ling Nanyi put the card away and left. Jin Huan's words meant that he would take full responsibility for everything from buying the house to decorating it, and that he shouldn't contact her unless the homeowner needed to sign.

As the man came downstairs, the corners of his lips were still turned up. I never thought he would be willing to be bossed around by others.

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Two pale-faced men emerged from the Haishi bus station, and those passing by them instinctively covered their noses.

Their faces were expressionless, and upon closer inspection, their movements appeared somewhat stiff, though not obviously. They hailed a taxi at the taxi plaza.

"Hello, where are you two headed?" the driver asked warmly.

"Here." Both men were wearing hats, so their faces couldn't be seen. All that could be seen was that their chins were particularly white, as if they had applied powder. Their voices were very hoarse. One of the men handed over his phone, and the navigation showed a coordinate.

After glancing at them, the chef chuckled and said, "I know this place well. You're here for hot pot, right? I've had so many people coming from out of town these past few days, saying they want to eat at this restaurant!"