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By the time Tang Tianbao returned home, it was already 11.30pm. The gate of the residential complex had already been closed. Tang Tianbao knocked on the glass window of the residential complex's security guards and begged, "Master, master, please open the gate for me."

The door and windows of the guardhouse were tightly shut. Outside, there was a layer of barbed wire anti-theft window. Inside, there was a bit of light, showing that the guard was not asleep. The curtains were drawn and a stern voice asked, "What are you doing?"

Tang Tianbao handed over a cigarette and said apologetically, "Big Brother, I'm from this district. Today, I went out to eat with a friend, so I came back late. Sorry to trouble you. "

Tang Tianbao also knew that although this district wasn't a new high-end district and it wasn't even a new district, the security and property of this district were relatively good. The residential complex had a rule: close at 11 PM on time.

However, the guard was still easy to talk to. He opened the door and let Tang Tianbao in. After all, Tang Tianbao wasn't the only one who returned late. Many people, for one reason or another, do not return until after midnight. The gatekeeper was already used to it.

When Tang Tianbao opened his own anti-theft door, the lights in the living room were still on. Duan Hong was drowsily sitting on the sofa with a anti-Japanese television show on.

Seeing that Tang Tianbao had returned, Duan Hong's expression immediately changed. She stood up from the sofa with an extremely unsightly expression on her face.

"Mom, why aren't you sleeping?" Tang Tianbao changed into his slippers as he said, "I worked overtime at work today. There's a design that the customer urgently wants."

"Why did the phone shut down?" Duan Hong asked with an ashen face.

"Oh, the phone is out of battery, so I didn't call you. Mom, have you eaten yet? " Tang Tianbao had already changed into his slippers. Here, his legs were numb, and he was tired all over. When he thought of the long street, he jumped and walked out of the street feeling as if he had just escaped death.

"Have you eaten?" Duan Hong looked at the back of Tang Tianbao and asked.

"Oh, I've already eaten." Tang Tianbao gave a simple reply before closing the bathroom door.

Perhaps it was because he had already starved to death, Tang Tianbao suddenly felt that he wasn't hungry anymore. He just wanted to take a shower and get some rest. He still had to work tomorrow.

When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, Duan Hong was preparing to pack up the table full of sumptuous dishes. The food was cold, but no one had touched it.

Tang Tianbao took a glance and suddenly asked, "Who came today? Why are there three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks?"

Duan Hong remained silent as he continued to pack up the untouched dishes.

Tang Tian Bao saw through some clues as he asked: "Mom, you haven't eaten yet? Were you waiting for me? Sigh, Mom, Mom, I've been tidied up. I haven't eaten yet. "

"Didn't you just say that you had already eaten?" Duan Hong glared at Tang Tianbao and asked.

"I didn't want to eat any more just now. Seeing you have such a big table of food, I got hungry." I'll eat. "Stop tidying up." As Tang Tianbao said this, he sat down on a chair, picked up the steamed bun on his plate, and swallowed it in two gulps.

"Don't eat anymore. It's already cold. I'll go heat it up." Duan Hong hit Tang Tianbao's outstretched hand and carried the plate of steamed buns into the kitchen.

The meal was heated up once more, and Duan Hong and Tang Tianbao started dinner at midnight …

"It's so good to have a mother!" Tang Tianbao said while chewing.

"Mom knows it won't be easy for you guys to work outside. Mom will be satisfied if you can have a hot meal when you get home." As Duan Hong spoke, a teardrop hung from the corner of his eyes.

"Mom, if I work overtime in the future, you can eat at home first. Don't wait for me." Tang Tianbao's nose also turned sour, "It's already so late, and you're still waiting for me?" Oh right, mom, why did you place three pairs of chopsticks and three bowls on the table today? "Could it be …" Tang Tianbao didn't dare to continue. He was worried that he would cause his mother to suffer.

Duan Hong was silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth, "That classmate of yours and her colleague originally wanted to be together with you. But no matter what, she couldn't wait for you, so she left on her own."

"Yu Meng?" Tang Tianbao asked.

"It seems to be a dream. Didn't I live here for a day last time? Alright, I'm full now. Why are you in such a rush to eat? That's how the appetite sickness comes about. " Duan Hong said as he held the cup of steaming hot milk in his hand.

Tang Tianbao's heart thumped. He remembered that when he was at Wangxing Street, he had received a call from Yu Meng. At that time, he had lied and said that he was at home cooking. He didn't expect her to be at his house.

Tang Tianbao hurriedly ate his food and absent-mindedly returned to his bedroom. He sat at his desk, the lamp glowing white and pouring over the desk like a stream of water. Tang Tianbo was there, playing with his phone. He logged onto his chat with a few people, but there weren't many who were online. It was already half past midnight. He flipped through the call log and looked at the phone number that Yu Meng had called him in the evening. He couldn't help but call back. He knew that this would likely disturb the sleeping Yu Meng, but he still dialed her number. Yu Meng's phone was not turned off. After it was turned on two times, Tang Tianbao hung up again. He still felt guilty. He plugged the charger into his cell phone, stood up from the chair and walked over to the bed. At this moment, the phone on the desk rang. Tang Tianbao hurriedly went over to pick up his phone, unplugged his phone's charger, and answered the call. "Are you still awake?"

"Anything to say?" Yu Meng said angrily on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, no." Tang Tianbao hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm home."

"Come back early in the future and don't make Auntie wait so long. Even if you don't want to go home, you should at least give me a call, right …" Yu Meng was like Tang Tianbao's mother as she lectured him. The anger she had been suppressing in her heart had yet to be completely released. She seemed to be truly disappointed in Tang Tianbao, as she was already unable to obtain anything from him. In her opinion, besides friendship, it was really hard for them to develop any further.

"Un, I understand. Then rest early. I'm really sorry to disturb you at such a late hour. I'll treat you to a meal at my place one day. The food that my mom cooks is so delicious."

Actually, Duan Hong's culinary skills were only average. However, perhaps it was because he was used to eating, but Tang Tianbao felt that the taste was very familiar and comfortable.

"You knew it was too late? I haven't slept at all. I'm just waiting for your call. " As Yu Meng spoke, she could no longer hold on. The grievances in her heart surged out like a flood.

"Alright, sorry." Tang Tianbao didn't know why he would act like a lover to coax this woman who only had a schoolmate relationship with him.

Yu Meng interrupted Tang Tianbao, "Auntie, are you awake as well?" Have I been waiting for you? "

"Oh, yes." Tang Tianbao lowered his head, a look of guilt involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Tang Tianbao, you've gone too far!" Yu Meng even cursed, "How could you make Auntie wait for you for so long? What did you do? You asked me to keep an eye out for you in the afternoon, so you went out a long time ago. Stay in the bank until a little after eleven? Plotting how to rob a bank? Or a crouch? "

Yu Meng was easily agitated. Although she had warned herself before she gave Tang Tianbao a call to calm down, that this man no longer had any relationship with her, that he should not be impulsive, that impulsiveness was the devil's, Yu Meng was still angered by Tang Tianbao's words.

"Alright, I understand. There won't be a next time. Dream, you should rest early. Don't you have to go to work tomorrow? " Tang Tianbao didn't want to argue with Yu Meng, as he was already quite unlucky today. Firstly, the one hundred thousand yuan design fee had gone down the drain, and after being sold out, he even helped others to count the money and went to Zang Xing Street to look for Jia Da Fa. In the end, it was still easy to come back, but not only did he walk all the way out of Zang Xing Street, he even wasted two hundred yuan on the way.

A lost man needs understanding and encouragement, just as a man who has cheated needs tolerance and understanding. Such a woman is not useless, but intelligent, because if she loves him, she will forgive him; if she does not love him, she will let him go.

Yu Meng was still young. Although she was already a leftover girl, her experience in society and relationships was still insufficient. She didn't know how to manage, maintain, or even gain a bit of love.

Tang Tianbao was already starting to get impatient. Even though tonight was his fault, it was not the time for Yu Meng to madly bombard him with insults. She was merely his first love, his former girlfriend, classmates, colleagues. What right did she have to say that? Tang Tianbao thought like this, but he didn't panic with Yu Meng. He was tired. Not only was he physically tired, but his heart was also tired. He didn't want to explain or argue.

"Say something, why aren't you saying anything?" Yu Meng was tired, but she suddenly felt that there was no longer any sound coming from the other end of the phone — no more sound at all. She picked up her cell phone and checked it. It was dead. The screen was black and could even be used as a mirror. Yu Meng sat up in bed. She was wearing pink pajamas with a beautiful logo on the top. After putting on her slippers, she found the charger, plugged it in, and quickly turned on the phone. She found the record of the call and dialed Tang Tianbao's cell number.

Yu Meng threw her phone onto the bed. She felt a wave of frustration in her heart, as if a man had just poked her a few times in the face. When the fire was set ablaze, the man ended the war early and hastily called for the withdrawal of troops. Such a jet lag made Yu Meng's heart hurt …