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"Ah, I don't know. He probably came to recuperate." Zhang Zihe rolled her eyes.

"After all, those kinds of weirdos would often appear under the buildings below. In the hospital, your reputation won't be that bad! "

In order to make Wang Yan believe that what he said was the truth, Zhang Zihe decided to make good use of Chen Huan's predecessor.

"It's like this?" Wang Yan would definitely not believe it, but he did not know what was going on between Chen Huan and her.

"Yeah, sure, or what do you think? It's useless if you don't want to hide in the hospital. In the end, you still have to be the hero to save the beauty? "

"Be careful, I'm going back first!" Wang Yan did not completely matchmaking Zhang Zihe's words, so she decided to return early to interrogate Lu Yu. For some reason she stood in the doorway for a long time before leaving.

Once Wang Yan left, he immediately turned around to look at Zhang Zihe. Her eyes widened, and she stared at her, unwilling to blink.

Being stared at by Chen Huan in such a baffling manner, Zhang Zihe walked over and gave her a pat on the shoulder. After that, she was completely flipped over and pushed down by Chen Huan onto the bed. Chen Huan and her looked at each other.

"Zhang Zihe, what exactly do you like about Wang Yan? A bunch of men more outstanding than him!" After a long while, Chen Huan asked.

"Ah, what are you doing!" Zhang Zihe was startled, and then raised her hand to tickle. Zhang Zihe did not answer the two girls, but both of them laid down on the sickbed. When Wang Yan, who was on the first floor heard the sounds of laughter, he felt both sad and gratified.

After listening to Chen Huan and her teasing voice for a long time, Wang Yan finally left. Upstairs, Chen Huan seemed to have comprehended something. Once Wang Yan left, he let go of Zhang Zihe. The two of them laid there, speechless.

"Let me take you to see that pretty sister of yours. Although I'm not that curious about whether she's as pretty as you!" The atmosphere suddenly became strange. In order to break the awkward silence, Zhang Zihe had nothing to say.

"Sure, I'm bored anyway." What she did not expect was that Chen Huan would actually agree so quickly.

After tidying up in the sickbed for a while, Zhang Zihe took the opportunity to buy a fruit basket outside while Chen Huan was changing her clothes.

Two girls, arm in arm, were walking in the pavilion in front of another building. Turn into the lobby and find the elevator on the right. Zhang Zihe casually pressed eight, but Chen Huan knit her brows and did not speak.

I don't know why, but eight is a lucky number for a lot of people. But for Chen Huan, it was the complete opposite.

The two of them stood there in silence. Zhang Zihe didn't lower her head to check the fruit basket in her hands. She had always chosen people nonstop, until she found Wang Yan, a person she couldn't decide at all.

Chen Huan helplessly shook her head, she raised her head and looked at the elevator's display. When the number jumped to eight, after a few seconds, the elevator door opened with a "ding" and the people beside it jumped out.

Chen Huan followed Zhang Zihe and turned right, passing a small arched door. Behind the door, on the right side of the door, there was a light blue washing machine facing the door. The front and sides of the washing machine were covered with cream-colored sheets.

Chen Huan thought that this was probably the work room of the washroom. After sizing up the place for a bit, she then jumped over to take a look.

"Ah, we're here!" Casually following behind, he soon stood up at the door of the sixth room.

The washing machine he had seen earlier was of a similar color. There was a light blue wooden door and two glass windows. It was eight to nine centimeters wide and twenty to thirty centimeters tall. Above the wooden door, there was a whole wooden board.

The door was opposite, the kind that pushed in. Zhang Zihe pressed on the door handle and pushed forcefully. Once failed, Zhang Zihe tried once more. The door did not open as she turned her head to make a face at Chen Huan.

"Shh!" Chen Huan indicated for her to calm down and raised her hand. She placed her right index and middle fingers together and used her back to face the door as she gently lowered and raised her finger.

Three low and distant knocks echoed in the corridor for a long time. The wooden door creaked open a crack, and a man stood inside the room with his eyes half-closed.

Behind the light, the appearance of the person inside could not be seen. The lights in the house were not on, so Zhang Zihe and Chen Huan did not know what was going on inside. After a while, there was a rustling sound in the room, and then the lights snapped on.

Seeing who was standing inside the door, Chen Huan instinctively took a step back. And then, considering that she was still standing by Zhang Zihe's side, she could only bite the bullet and follow the man and Zhang Zihe inside.

There were a lot of papers on the floor, and there was a familiar yet unfamiliar smell in the room. The woman on the bed had her head exposed, with a blanket covering her neck, and her cheeks were red, as if a sunset had fallen on them.

Chen Huan moved her head a little and understood what was going on. Zhang Zihe, who was completely unaware of the relationship between a man and woman, opened her mouth wanting to retort, but was grabbed by the sleeve by Chen Huan. She looked at Chen Huan strangely, then laughed awkwardly.

"Haha, you are Uncle Zhang's daughter, Sister Lan Mei, right?" Looking at the girl on the bed, whose face was so white that it was red, who seemed like she could pinch water out of it, calling her a patient, Zhang Zihe expressed her dissatisfaction.

Her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willow trees, and her eyes were even more charming than peach blossoms. Her skin was like snow, and her black hair fell naturally over her shoulders, making her originally white and beautiful look even more like a hibiscus.

"Yeah, you are..." Lan Mei's eyes flickered, her expression extremely unnatural.

"Ah, I am Zhang Zihe. We used to play together in a big courtyard. At that time, I really liked calling you Han Mei! " Zhang Zihe scratched her head, a little embarrassed.

Chen Huan knew why she had such an expression. It was all because of her name. She quietly grabbed Zhang Zihe's arm, causing Zhang Zihe to react and introduce her to her: "My friend, Chen Huan."

"Chen Huan, this is the Sister Lan Mei I told you about. "Oh, this should be …" He suddenly thought of the man who opened the door and let him in. He turned his head and glanced at the door before answering his own question, "It should be brother-in-law, right?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." At the same time, three people in the room started to cough violently. Lan Mei, Chen Huan and the man.

Lan Mei said that this man was his boyfriend because Zhang Zihe knew this man, but as for this man …

"Mn, I am Zhao Zhen." The man decided to introduce himself. The name he said was indeed the one that Chen Huan knew.

At first she wasn't sure, because she didn't believe the world was so small. She had only seen Zhao Zhen a few times, she didn't even dare to be sure that she recognized the wrong person. Now that she was really sure that the other party was Zhao Zhen, she became even more confused.