Chapter 27: He is a passerby

While Zuo Chen was eating the five grains and miscellaneous grains, Ding Luoluo hesitated in front of the closet and couldn't eat a single grain of rice. Ding Luoluo couldn't figure it out. She had written three to five love novels, but now she found love puzzling. In her writing, after "I love you", it should be "I love you too", it should be tears welling up in her eyelashes with affection, or it should be Editor Yao's suggestion to undress and turn the tide. But why is her Ding Luoluo's phrase 'I love you' so heroic? Zuochen's departure made her feel like she was in an era of war and chaos, where men hastily abandoned women in order to kill enemies and serve their country.

In fact, Zuo Chen was not going to kill the enemy, he was just going to build a house. He hasn't come back yet, he has been building a house all night. Ding Luoluo felt heartbroken: If building a house is so exhausting, she would rather sleep on a haystack for the rest of her life.

Ding Luoluo walked through the closet and went to Zuo Chen's room. At first glance, she saw her two underwear, which were casually discarded at the bedside. She pounced and returned the item to its rightful owner. Zuo Chen's wardrobe was open, with several clothes and shoes hanging in the open space. There were no water bottles in the room, only mineral water bottles lined up on the dining table. Ding Luoluo's heart palpitations: This is not Zuo Chen's home, this is just a room belonging to Zuo Chen. Zuo Chen is like a passerby, a passerby of "Tianyuan", a passerby of Ding Luoluo. Ding Luoluo hurriedly ran back to her room with her underwear in her arms, her forehead covered in sweat.

Yuan Wei, like Ding Luoluo, was in a state of panic all night. She pressed her face against the glass window of her own home, watching helplessly as Zheng Ouyang and the strange woman walked away side by side, their cotton candy like heads flickering up and down, gradually moving away. Eight hours have passed, and Yuan Wei's windowsill and glass have been repeatedly rubbed against by her, but Zheng Ouyang has not returned yet.

When Zuo Chen woke up, the residual energy of alcohol was still tormenting his head. He looked at his heavy arm again and found Xiaomi resting on it. Xiaomi also woke up and turned her head towards Zuo Chen's lips, then put her mouth on it. Zuo Chen spared no effort and pushed away the slowly enlarging head in front of him. With a ghostly scream, Xiaomi presented a folded back body shape.

Zuo Chen left Xiaomi's home in an instant. He put on his pants and shoes, and held his shirt and socks in his hand. He thought to himself, 'What the hell, it's always a mess every morning.'. On Dingluo's side, it's also on Xiaomi's side. Ding Luoluo? What is she doing now? Are you engrossed in typing on the keyboard again? What else can she do without typing on the keyboard, with a posture of staying at home? Zuo Chen buttoned his shirt while letting Ding Luoluo wander in his mind. It wasn't until he arrived at the company that his secretary Sally tactfully told him, "Are you wearing an asymmetrical style shirt today?" Zuochen was angry and quickly hid in the office, changing it to a symmetrical style.

Zuo Chen called the Urban Construction Planning Bureau. The status of the Dongjiao subway, which was originally planned to be built early next year, has softened from being a certainty to being ambiguous. The bidding for land in the eastern suburbs is imminent, and "Wanxiang Real Estate" has once again hinted at withdrawing from the bidding. Zhou Jiao leaned against Zuo Chen's desk and asked, "What do you think?" Zuo Chen held a pen and said, "Buy, buy according to the original plan." Zhou Jiao objected, "The risk is too high." However, Zuo Chen said, "Go out." Zhou Jiao turned around and went out. She accepts money from others, serves them, and stops there.

Yuan Wei called Jiang Xiao. She couldn't catch Zheng Ouyang, so she had to settle for catching Jiang Xiao. She probed Jiang Xiao and said, "Housewife, what are you doing?" Jiang Xiao sighed and said, "Hey, as a housewife, what else can I do? Just do laundry, cooking, and cleaning the floor.

After hanging up Yuan Wei's phone, Jiang Xiao received a call from Ding Luoluo. Ding Luoluo invited her to meet, and she said, "Let's also call her Shangyuan Wei." Jiang Xiao felt that Yuan Wei had something to say earlier. But Ding Luoluo stopped and said, "No, I just want to meet you

When they met, Ding Luoluo wrote a novel about her relationship with Zuo Chen and asked Jiang Xiao, "Is this reasonable?" Jiang Xiao's eyes flickered back and forth, thinking, "It's reasonable. When a man and a woman had a relationship, the woman couldn't resist the man, but the man avoided him. This is too common. Lolo resisted with Thunderbolt and chuckled," How could that be? This is really my new novel

Zheng Ouyang has returned, finally, after walking for twenty-four hours, he has come back.

Yuan Wei darted away from the shiny glass window and out of the house, standing in front of Zheng Ouyang. "Where have you been?" Zheng Ouyang's face darkened. "Does it have anything to do with you?" Yuan Wei crossed her waist and said, "Yes, we are good neighbors and friends." Zheng Ouyang took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one. "I think you're annoying." With Yuan Wei's coughing, Zheng Ouyang walked to the doorstep. Yuan Wei was furious and jumped onto Zheng Ouyang's back with an arrow: "I waited for you all night, and you actually said I'm annoyed

Zheng Ouyang threw down his cigarette, opened the door, and finally pulled the monkey like Yuan Wei off her back. However, he wrapped one hand around her back and grabbed her leg with the other, then lifted her up sideways. Yuan Wei was so shocked that her small mouth closed into a circle, and her arm unconsciously grabbed Zheng Ouyang's neck. Zheng Ouyang said, "Wait for me? Do you know the consequences of waiting for me?" Yuan Wei's heart flew up, almost escaping from her small round mouth. However, Zheng Ouyang helped her stop it because he bent down and sealed her mouth with his own.