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"You even signed a contract?" Su Yannan's eyebrows twitched. "How long have you been signing for?"

"Five years," An Qingchen said. "There are still three years left."

Su Yannan had been thinking about how to get the contract back from Sister Wang, but he didn't expect An Qingchen to have actually signed the contract.

By signing the contract, he would have the legal effect... She tried to catch her breath, "Qingchen, what company did you sign? Do you still remember Sister Wang's contact details? "

An Qing Cen shook her head, "Sis, the contact details are on the phone, but I lost it."

"And," he said, his voice getting lower and lower, "this time I was running back to find you, and I didn't dare tell Sister Wang."

Upon seeing his gaze, Su Yanzheng's heart softened.

In the end, he was still a little kid.

She reached out her arms to hug An Qingchen. "It's fine. When I see Sister Wang again, I'll help you explain it to her."

An Qingchen had never had such intimate contact with anyone before. His limbs were extremely stiff, and his hands were tightly clenched at his sides.

"Sis," he suddenly asked, "will you not want me in the future?"

Su Yannan paused for a moment before smiling. "No, I'll be your sister for the rest of my life."

Hearing her words, An Qingchen stared at the monster in the corner and mocked with his lips raised.

That night.

It had been two hours since Su Yan had sat on the toilet.

After going through the details, there were only two people in the contact list.

General, and Lin Rong.

"Sis," An Qingchen knocked on the door, "Did you eat something bad?"

"I'm fine," Su Yan pressed a number decisively. "I'll be fine soon."

An Qingchen, who was standing outside, replied, "Oh."

Not long after, the sound of a television broadcast could be heard from outside.

At this moment, the phone was connected.

"Hello, how are you?" Su Yan nervously pressed his phone. "Excuse me, is this Lin Rong?"

"Miss Su?" Lin Rong was surprised, "Why are you looking for me so late at night?"

Su Yannu let out a hollow laugh as he truthfully told the truth about his current predicament.

"Lin Rong, I don't have any friends by my side, can I trouble you …" Help me find a cheaper house? "

Lin Rong agreed readily. After hanging up, Su Yan let out a sigh of relief.

She lowered her head, her fingertips just touching his contact information.

After being stunned for a long time, he finally moved his finger and tapped the lock screen without batting an eyelid.

However, he had never expected that Lin Rong would call him in less than half an hour.

"Miss Su," Lin Rong said, "I have good news. Uncle Zhang's apartment is now yours."

"Uncle?" Su Yan was surprised. "He doesn't have any relatives. After he leaves, wouldn't his house be taken away?"

Lin Rong explained, "I'm afraid Uncle Zhang had already expected this, so he had already transferred the house to you."

After a pause, he continued, "I also heard that Miss Su was looking for a house, so I thought of Uncle Zhang's apartment. I didn't expect Uncle Zhang to really leave the house to you."

Su Yan's groin pinched his face. He could not believe that such a great thing would happen to him. "So, I can move over tomorrow?"

Lin Rong smiled, "Yes, Miss Su. However, Uncle Zhang's house has not been lived in for a long time, so you need to clean it before you move in."

Even after hanging up the phone, the corners of Su Yan's mouth were still raised.

The next day, she bought a bunch of cleaning tools and brought An Qingchen and Monster to Uncle Zhang's apartment.

As he placed his hand on the doorknob, Su Yan suddenly thought of something and a faint redness appeared at the corner of his eyes.

She finally remembered what her lips had said the night her uncle died.

The house.

Uncle wanted to tell her that he left her the house …

"Sis, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Su Yan wiped his eyes and opened the door with a smile.

The monsters were very happy. After arriving at their new residence, they began running around.

"Qing Cen, watch it for me. Don't let it bite the furniture."

"Sister, look at me." An Qing Cen smiled as she took out a paper hat and raised her hand, "Little Monster, come over here."

It was quite strange. In just a short day, the small fry had treated An Qingchen as one of their own and listened to his every word.

Upon hearing An Qingchen's voice, it wagged its tail and ran over.

An Qing bent down and tied the paper hat onto the little monster's head.

The usually majestic mastiff was now extremely comical.

The little monster shook its head, laughing at An Qing.

The lifeless little apartment suddenly gained a lot of liveliness from the interaction between the man and the dog.

Su Yan busied himself until evening before he finally straightened his back.

The four white walls had been pasted with new wallpaper, and the living room looked brighter with the fresh sky blue.

The furniture had been bought by his uncle while he was still alive. Su Yannan couldn't bear to change it, so he kept it all the same.

"Qing Cen, this will be our home from now on," she clapped her hands in satisfaction. "Do you need to add anything else?"

Home?

An Qingchen stood behind her, staring at her back with an emotionless expression.

"Sis," he suddenly stepped forward, "you've been tired all day, leave the rest to me."

Su Yannan waved his hand. "No need. You just need to look at the monsters."

An Qingchen grabbed the cloth in her hand. With a strong tone, she said, "Sis, I've been resting for the whole day. My feet are pretty much done as well."

Su Yannan was about to snatch it, but he sadly discovered that the little sheep was too tall for her to reach.

The distance between the two of them was almost negligible. The body in his embrace was warm and soft.

However, due to cleaning for the entire day, Su Yan's unkempt appearance made him look like a beggar.

An Qing Cen frowned as she covered her head with a cloth. She took a big step back, "Young mistress, I will do it. You should go wash first."

Su Yan pursed his lips. He really didn't expect this little sheep to despise her.

She sniffed the air... Forget it, let's go wash up first.

An Qingchen looked at the brightly lit living room, and threw the old newspaper on the table into the trash can, while touching the TV remote control with his fingertips.

Suddenly, the TV screen lit up.

A large group of reporters were gathered around the exit of the airport. Accompanied by a series of screams, a woman dressed seductively in brown sunglasses appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The woman looked at the reporter's camera and adjusted the big wave behind her ears. Her red lips curved even deeper …

An Qingchen's movements halted as he looked at the woman on the TV screen and narrowed his eyes.

The time of this report was yesterday, that is to say...

"Ring, ring, ring ~ ~ ~"

The doorbell suddenly rang.

He walked over and opened the door. Standing outside was the protagonist on the television.

The woman raised an eyebrow at An Qingchen and bluntly pushed him aside as she entered the room. "Have you gotten addicted to missing people? Don't you know how to give me a call? "

An Qingchen closed the door and turned around to look at her. With an indifferent tone, she asked, "Why did you find me?"

"Oh," the woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of flirtatious eyes, "Boy, did you forget that you are now an artist under my name?"

An Qingchen only glanced at her indifferently, then proceeded to clean up the old newspaper on the table.

The woman looked at his actions in surprise.

In his two years abroad, this brat's obsession with cleanliness was so serious that no one was allowed to enter.

But now, he actually … Cleaning up?

Realizing what was going on, she quickly looked around the living room and asked, "Did you find him?"

As soon as he finished, the sound of wet slippers on the floor came from behind him.

The woman curled her red lips and turned around with a smile. "You must be Qingchen's elder sister. Hello, I'm her manager, Wang Ying Ai."

Su Yan Wen was stunned. Before he could react, Wang Yingyi smiled and reached out her hand.

"When I was overseas, Qing Cen had always mentioned you to me. Today, you can be considered to have met a real person."