mistaken for disaster

After Ning Yue vented, he regretted it. He felt that he hadn't made any progress at all. Self-deprecating can be praised as elegant when used on an awesome person, but it's not an exaggeration to derogate it as vulgar when used on someone who is not as good as a moth.

Vulgarity is disgusting.

Ning Yue clenched his fists tightly trying to restrain his trembling, but the statue of Lu Feizhou in front of him remained motionless.

"You move out." He sniffed his nose, "I won't rent it to you, you will move out tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Ning Yue moved back into the room, grabbed the door by the door and was about to slam it, his wet eyes were full of bitterness, and gave the order to chase away the guest with a look that if you don't leave, I will really go crazy.

Careful planning ended in a very unhappy failure.

Lu Feizhou was lying on the balcony window smoking, one after another, and when he lit another cigarette, his phone rang. Alipay reminded him with a new message: return it to you.

A transfer of 300 yuan from Ning Yue.

Hovering his fingertips on the screen, Lu Feizhou was so blocked that he wanted to smash the phone.

He typed slowly: Tomorrow I will do a very ---

Before finishing typing, a new dialog box popped up: You will move out tomorrow, don't let me see you again.

Lu Feizhou replied without hesitation: If I don't move, you will increase the rent.

Ning Yue: If you don't move, I will call the police.

Lu Feizhou really didn't want to talk about the contract, he wanted to do his best to show weakness.

Ning Yue: According to the contract, I will pay you liquidated damages. What else do you have to say?

Lu Feizhou: "..."

"Fuck." Annoyed and irritable, he cursed repeatedly, "Fucking..."

Taking a deep puff of the cigarette, Lu Feizhou's eyes were red from choking. He went back to the room and threw his mobile phone on the bed. Feeling hot and sore.

Lu Feizhou took off his clothes and decided to take a shower.

Ning Yue curled up in the computer chair, unaware that the danger was close at hand, he had become a hollow shell that lost his soul.

His cheeks were soaked with tears and were tight and itchy. He buried them in his arms and rubbed them indiscriminately. Before that, he stared at the screen stubbornly. The more he spoke, the more he hoped that Lu Feizhou would not compromise.

But there was no answer, the news was silent, no answer was like a default.

Is it the default?

Hearing the sound of running water, Ning Yue suddenly felt a lot of grievances. He hugged himself tightly and cursed vaguely that he had brought it on himself.

The night was so long that it seemed as if the sky would never come again.

In a chaotic dream, Ning Yue returned to the day when he resigned. He sat blankly at his desk with a black leather notebook that he never left.

Flipping it from the front, each page records the main points, skills, and conclusions. In addition to his handwriting, there are also sketches and notes written by Lu Feizhou when he taught him.

Ning Yue turned the book to the back, not knowing what shady content was recorded in it, he looked at it and began to tear it up, a voice urged him, quickly tear it up, tear it all up, so that no one can see it !

Everyone in the huge office is busy, no one will notice his famous elm head, but Ning Yue is still sweating, he is clutching a dozen sheets of paper and walking towards the printing room, unexpectedly the paper shreds There were several people lined up in front of the machine, and everyone was holding a pile of discarded documents waiting to be shredded.

Ning Yue turned his head and ran towards the bathroom, bumping into Lu Feizhou at the corner.

Lu Feizhou held his shoulder: "I'm looking for you!"

Ning Yue felt guilty: "I'll pack up my things and leave immediately, don't look for me."

After finishing speaking, he fled, abandoning the bathroom that might be blocked, and fled towards the spare stairs.

Lu Feizhou did not come after him.

Ning Yue breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was still beating wildly, he raised his face and took a deep breath, and walked down the stairs slowly, meeting the auntie cleaner as he wished.

"Some waste paper." Ning Yue tore the paper in half and then in half. While chatting with his aunt, he tore all the paper into fingertip-sized scraps. Finally, he said goodbye, "Bye-Bye."

Ning Yue woke up feeling extremely uncomfortable, it was still dark, and he didn't know what time it was.

I was sweating, the sheets were damp, the pillow I held in my arms was also stained with sweat, and the entire short-pile pillowcase was withered.

After working for a long time, he didn't have dinner, and he still had nightmares. The dreams were as real as they were. The multiple blows made Ning Yue paralyzed from the inside out.

He got up and stood by the bed, thinking about ordering takeaway, thinking about it, and thinking that it was because his phone was out of battery and he was too lazy to charge it, so he fell asleep.

Want to eat hot wings.

I don't know if it's still there.

Ning Yue annoyed himself so much, he kept pretending and doing things.

He pulled on his slippers, and his wet home clothes were chilly. He rummaged through the unpacked closet for a while, and found a one-piece cow suit, which was a birthday present from his college roommate, and he regarded it as a treasure.

Ning Yue took off his home clothes, wiped his body, and put on the cows when he was dry. It was thick and warm, and then quietly sneaked into the kitchen to look for food.

The hot wings are still there!

The lights in the bedroom were not turned off before going to bed, and at this time, by the light, I took a bottle of milk to satisfy my hunger, and then sat on a small bench to eat wings.

Ning Yue took a special look, and the other bedroom door was tightly closed---

The door opened.

Lu Feizhou came over and looked down at the oily Ning Yue from above. Ning Yue's eyes were too familiar, filled with anger, and he was about to teach others a lesson.

Once he became a teacher, the remaining prestige still exists.

Ning Yue froze, not daring to vent his breath, but watched Lu Feizhou stand in front of the microwave oven, turn on the medium heat for 1 minute, and after the 1 minute of silence passed, he brought out a bowl of sweet lotus seed eight-treasure porridge and put it on the small table.

Lu Feizhou went back to the house and closed the bedroom door tightly.

Ning Yue was dumbfounded, and asked the air: "Is it... for me?"