Hee Zhuolun smiled.
Did Lang Yan want to use another method to force him to hand over his wallet and key?
He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bowl of food, sending the fragrance into his mouth immediately. He was shocked, he never thought that Lang Yan's culinary skills could compare to an international chef's, and the taste was so delicious that he almost swallowed his own tongue. No wonder the Uncle Wu who did not easily praise others said the food was not bad.
Seeing Hee Zhuolun eating the food between his teeth, Lang Yan immediately understood that Hee Zhuolun had agreed to his request, and immediately gave him other dishes.
Hee Zhuolun did not stop Lang Yan, and he even very much enjoyed Lang Yan's' service '.
Wu Wu Wu ate silently by the side, his eyes looking back and forth between Hee Zhuolun and. He felt that even though the two of them had smiling faces that seemed extremely polite, but they had their own ulterior motives.
Of course, he was also surprised that the young master would allow someone he only knew for a few days to occupy his private territory. Furthermore, he seemed to be in a very good mood.
After dinner, Martial Arts happily went back to his villa.
Because Lang Yan was at his house, Hee Zhuolun cancelled his walk after dinner and went upstairs to the study room to look at his documents.
Lang Yan also followed along and used the computer to look at some of the letters and materials. When he was almost done reading, he realized that Hee Zhuolun was staring at him the whole time.
He asked doubtfully, "What is it?"
"Nothing." Hee Zhuolun retracted his gaze: "It's just that I'm not used to it at this time, there's still people staying in my house."
"It can't be?" Lang Yan did not quite believe him. "Has your friend not stayed here before?"
Hee Zhuolun did not answer him. He got up and left the study room to take a bath.
Seeing that it was almost eleven, Lang Yan also went to the guest room to take a bath, then put on his pajamas and walked towards the main bedroom. Before he entered, he politely knocked on the door and waited for the person inside to agree before entering.
Hee Zhuolun had already been sitting on the bed and reading books, looking as if he was waiting for Lang Yan to come over to sleep.
Lang Yan sat on the bed: "Mr Hee, you want to sleep here too?"
Hee Zhuolun looked up at him: "This is my room. Where else can I sleep if not here?"
"Didn't you give me your room?"
Hee Zhuolun laughed: "I agreed for you to sleep in the main bedroom, and didn't say I would let the entire room out."
This was the first time he let someone else sleep on his bed, and it was already the limit.
Lang Yan was in the wrong, he could only blame himself for not being able to explain himself clearly, and pulling the blanket over himself: "Mr Hee, there is something I have to say first, my sleeping position is not too good, furthermore, I may be snoring or gritting my teeth, at that time, I hope you do not mind."
"You're talking about a common sleep phenomenon. How could you mind?" Hee Zhuolun closed his book and placed the book on the bedside: "I also have something to say first, I have a slight sleepwalking sickness, I don't know what I would do after I fall asleep, I remember my bodyguard once told me that once, in the middle of the night, I would sit in the hall and wipe the gun, so, if you woke up in the middle of the night and saw me holding the gun, please do not be afraid, I was just sleepwalking, as long as you do not disturb me, I will not shoot you."
Lang Yan, "..."
F * ck me!
Even more ruthless than him!