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Shen Jiaming flew into a rage. Sheng Jiuzhou rubbed his nose a little innocently, as if he hadn't realized that he had scared Shen Jiaming stiff just now.

Seeing how harmless Sheng Jiuzhou was acting, Shen Jiaming could not help but be angry, and directly asked her, "Can you be alone tomorrow? I'm going to see a psychiatrist. "

Sheng Jiuzhou blinked his large eyes, as if he didn't understand what Shen Jiaming had said.

Shen Jiaming had no choice but to explain to her, "I feel that there might be something wrong with my body, so I need to see a doctor, and have him treat my body so that I can be healthy again."

He explained these two sentences and suddenly felt as if he were a child talking to Wei Tongtong. Hence, he smiled, reached out to rub Sheng Jiuzhou's hair and said helplessly: "Ah Jiu, you're already twenty years old, but why do you look like a child?"

Sheng Jiuzhou didn't care about Shen Jiaming's words, he only said something that was extremely inconceivable, "If the leather bag is broken, then I'll just make a new one."

"What?" Ah Jiu, what did you say? " Shen Jiaming was a little angry, and immediately put on the appearance of an elder to teach her a lesson, "Ah Jiu, last time when you said this, I already wanted to teach you a lesson. Do you know what you just said? Do you think it's like playing a game? You think you can revive after death? Let me tell you, the game is fake, you have to take good care of your own body … Hey, Sheng Jiuzhou, where are you going! "

As Shen Jiaming was talking non-stop, he suddenly stood up and turned to leave. Before he left, he even made a gesture of poking his ears with his fingers, obviously annoyed with Shen Jiaming!

Shen Jiaming was infuriated, but he couldn't bear to get angry at Sheng Jiuzhou, so he could only swallow his anger. He lifted his leg and chased up to Sheng Jiuzhou, continuing to educate her, "Ah Jiu, you don't listen to everyone's words, it's just disrespecting others. You …"

As he spoke, he happened to be standing in the doorway to the master bedroom. When he looked up, he saw the bed facing the door in the master bedroom.

On the bed in the master bedroom, there was Sheng Jiuzhou's bright red clothes. The golden threads on it shone brightly against the light outside the window, extremely dazzling.

Shen Jiaming was forced to squint his eyes, he forgot all about it after he finished speaking. He pointed to the clothes on the bed and asked Sheng Jiuzhou, "Ah Jiu, why did you bring this clothes out again? Did I see you hanging in the closet yesterday? "

He thought for a moment and suddenly realized something: "Ah Jiu, you want to wash this set of clothes. If you want to, I'll tell the cleaning lady tomorrow and ask her to send this to your dry cleaner. Your clothes look like they are made of good materials, so they should be quite expensive to buy, right? If you like this item, you can wear it at home everyday, but don't wear it outside like last time. "

Shen Jiaming had been working for a few years already, and his thoughts and feelings had long been different from the young people he had now. These things look like antiques. Isn't that the retrogression of time?

However, he understood that these Han clothes symbolized Chinese traditional culture. If someone liked them, it would be understandable, but it was also understandable for such a young lady like Sheng Jiuzhou to like them. Although he could not understand her actions, he was willing to support her.

Sheng Jiuzhou shook his head and said slowly, his tone was cold. She said, "No one can wash it clean."

After saying that, he turned around and entered the master bedroom. He stretched out his hand and closed the bedroom door.

Shen Jiaming was inexplicably locked outside the door, and for a moment, he was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

This Sheng Jiuzhou, really doesn't follow common sense.

Sheng Jiuzhou did not come out for the entire afternoon. She only opened the door after Shen Jiaming had finished cooking dinner and knocked on her door.

Shen Jiaming didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and in the end, he could only laugh out of anger. He asked Sheng Jiuzhou, "Ah Jiu, don't you feel bored staying in your room and not coming out?"

The main bedroom had always been used for sleeping, and there weren't any entertainment methods inside. The computer, TV, tablet, mobile phone, box360, Wii, PS3 were all in the living room. A young girl like Sheng Jiuzhou was actually always shut herself in the main bedroom, and for the entire afternoon, Shen Jiaming couldn't figure out what kind of entertainment she was using to pass the time.

Sheng Jiuzhou held onto the chopsticks in his hand, raised his head and replied indifferently, "I'm not bored."

Shen Jiaming, "..."

Alright, he was indeed old and could no longer understand the young man's thoughts. He had thought that the young people nowadays should be addicted to mobile phones, and there were "Lowering Clans" everywhere. He hadn't thought that Sheng Jiuzhou, this young girl who was full of problems, would actually be able to endure loneliness.

After Sheng Jiuzhou finished eating, he turned around and returned to his room. Shen Jiaming wanted to talk to her, but he didn't even have the time to do so.

At night, Sheng Jiuzhou took a bath once again. Then, he went into the bathroom. After washing up, he blew his hair and came out of the bathroom. He turned around and looked at the French windows.

The weather was very good tonight, and the moon was bright and sparse. Shen Jiaming looked for a few minutes, but didn't see the black figure he saw last night. He stopped thinking about it. Last night, he should have been dreaming.

He walked to the second bedroom. He had only taken two steps when his feet suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at the French windows in disbelief.

It was already very late. His living room's French windows should have been filled with neon lights. He shouldn't have been able to see the stars and the moon! Moreover, even if he could see, how could he see so clearly from the other side of the living room?

After thinking it through, Shen Jiaming felt a chill run down his spine. It seemed, it seemed, that he was going to hallucinate again! No, he told himself, shaking his head. Whatever happens tomorrow, he'll have to see a psychiatrist.

He did not dare to look outside again. He turned his head, but his curiosity forced him to look outside again.

Outside the window, the moon was still bright and sparse. The moon and stars were exceptionally clear. This kind of scenery was very beautiful, but it wasn't something that a person living in the top floor of an elevator should be able to see.

Shen Jiaming took a deep breath, mustered up his courage and walked towards the big window.

The curtains of the French windows were drawn to the sides and swayed slightly. It was unknown whether it was the wind blowing in through the open window or the wind in the room.

Shen Jiaming stood in front of the window and looked at the glass in front of him. The glass in the window was no longer dim like before.