Chapter 223 She Really Can Sleep

After he finished speaking, the nightmare ghost disappeared before he could even finish his words.

It is true that those who know what is good for them live longer.

Turning around and looking in the direction where the nightmare ghost disappeared, Feng Zhibai yawned one after another.

She stretched, raised her head, closed her eyes, and the surroundings instantly became pitch black.

When I woke up again, it was dark outside.

She changed her position uncomfortably and looked towards the bedroom door in a daze.

It was quiet outside, without any movement.

It seems that Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao are also sleeping.

That's right, they have been running around outside these days and haven't had a good rest. Now that they are back, of course they will try their best to catch up on some sleep.

She pulled the quilt over her, clamped her legs together, and fell asleep again in a few seconds.

In her sleep, she could always hear the ringing of the cell phone beside the bed.

Several times she turned over and turned off her phone.

But before I fell asleep for long, the phone started ringing as if it was on, vibrating continuously.

"So annoying! Who is it?"

“Dongdongdong——”

He let out a muffled roar at the top of his lungs, and just then there was a rapid knock on the bedroom door.

"Feng Zhibai, are you awake? Your phone has been ringing all day, can you please answer it?"

Chen Xiaodao's exasperated voice came from the bedroom door.

Covering her head impatiently, she slapped the phone, pressed the hang-up button skillfully, then raised her hand and threw the phone to the end of the bed.

"roll."

He weakly shouted "Get out".

Chen Xiaodao was wearing flip-flops and holding a kettle in his hand. He heard the familiar sound of boiling water.

He tapped his toes speechlessly.

If it wasn't inappropriate to break into a girl's room, he would have wanted to break down the door right now, pick up the pig on the bed and give it a good beating!

Old Mitou limped as he carried the food from the kitchen and called out to Gu Yu who was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"Xiao Yu, come and serve the dishes."

"Oh, here it comes."

Gu Yu has been here since morning and has been chatting with Lao Mi Tou and Chen Xiaodao all day.

There was a misunderstanding between the few of them before.

Now that it has been explained, the ability to accept each other will naturally improve.

After bringing the food to the table in the living room, Gu Yu wiped his hands and walked to Feng Zhibai's bedroom door.

He lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "Brother Xiaodao, Miss Feng has been sleeping for four or five days. Isn't she dizzy from not eating or drinking?"

From the time he came back that morning until now, Feng Zhibai has slept for five whole days.

During these five days, she did not leave the room, not even to the bathroom.

Chen Xiaodao knocked on the door every day, but Feng Zhibai’s only response was, “Get lost!”

If he hadn't heard her say that word every day, he would have thought someone had already had sex in the bedroom.

After taking a sip of water, he dragged his shoes to the living room and said, "She's lucky. It's okay for her to go hungry for a few days. Just think of it as a way to help her lose weight."

Old Mitou handed him the chopsticks and said teasingly with a smile, "I told you before that Feng girl can really sleep, but you didn't believe me. Do you believe it now?"

Reaching out to take the chopsticks, he made an exaggerated expression: "Believe it, I always believe it! She can sleep better than a pig!"

"Steamed bun."

He picked up another steamed bun and handed it to Gu Yu.

"Thank you, I can do it myself."

Taking the steamed bun with both hands, Gu Yu looked at Old Mi embarrassedly: "By the way, Mr. Mi, when will Miss Feng's shop..."

“Ding Dong——”

Just as I was about to ask when the shop would open, the doorbell rang.

The three of them looked towards the gate at the same time.

Chen Xiaodao sat at the outermost corner, holding a steamed bun in his right hand and chopsticks in his left. He stood up and walked towards the door: "I'll go open the door."

“Ding Dong——”

The doorbell rang again.

"Here I come."

Run forward quickly.

I opened the door and felt the soaking of rain.

Seeing the person at the door, Chen Xiaodao was a little surprised: "Director Yan? Why are you here?"

Yan Kuan shook the water off his umbrella, a worried look on his face. "Mr. Chen, are Miss Feng and Mr. Mi here?"

It's like a child coming home and asking his father where his mother is, and then asking his mother where his father is.

"Yes, come in first, and then we'll talk."

After giving up his seat, he invited Yan Kuan in.

With the rain dripping down his body, Yan Kuan put his umbrella outside the door and stepped in.

Seeing that it was Yan Kuan, Lao Mitou patted Gu Yu's leg and signaled him to go to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks.

"What a coincidence! We're having dinner right now. Come over and sit down and have something to eat."

Gu Yu stood up, nodded politely to Yan Kuan, and quickly went into the kitchen to take out the dishes and chopsticks that he had prepared for Feng Zhibai.

Taking off his coat, Yan Kuan said without hesitation: "I haven't eaten for a day, Mr. Mi, then I won't be polite. Thank you for the hospitality."

"Why are you being polite? We are all friends."

After making room for another, Yan Kuan sat down with his legs crossed.

Gu Yu placed the bowl, plate, and chopsticks in front of him: "Director Yan, bowl."

"Thanks."

He was a little shocked when he saw Gu Yu when he first walked in.

But when he thought about it carefully, he was taken home by Feng Zhibai and others when he was unconscious.

Now that he has experienced two incidents and returned to his group, it is not surprising.

"Here, try some of Lao Mi's big buns."

Chen Xiaodao specially picked out a big bun and handed it to Yan Kuan.

Yan Kuan smiled and said without any pretense: "I have to try Mr. Mi's cooking."

"Don't laugh at me, it's just an ordinary bun. I learned how to make it from my wife when she was around. It's very filling and smells delicious when you take a bite!"

A mouthful of bites.

It's very fragrant when you put it in your mouth, and it's really satisfying to eat.

"good!"

Eyes lit up, it was indeed delicious.

"Yeah, I told you, Lao Mi, that your buns are delicious, but you didn't believe me. Look, even Director Yan said they were delicious."

While picking up the dishes, Chen Xiaodao teased Lao Mitou.

Waving his hands shyly, he beckoned everyone to pick up their chopsticks: "Stop talking and eat quickly, the food will get cold soon."

There weren't many dishes, but it was enough for four people.

No one said anything else and everyone picked up their chopsticks.

Yan Kuan really hadn't eaten all day. He ate his rice with big mouthfuls and drank his soup bowl by bowl.

Halfway through the meal, I drank three big bowls of soup and ate four buns. They were so delicious.

Gu Yu had a small appetite and didn't eat much. Seeing Yan Kuan eating so much, he asked worriedly, "Director Yan, is the police station particularly busy this afternoon? Why are you so hungry? It's like you haven't eaten in days."

Afraid that there would not be enough food for Yan Kuan, Lao Mitou put down his chopsticks after only taking a few bites.

"What's wrong? You haven't reconciled with Captain Xiang yet, right?"

After finishing the fourth bowl of soup in front of him, Yan Kuan finally felt much warmer.

He sighed, his face solemn and serious.

"It has nothing to do with Xiangnan. It belongs to a friend of mine."

"Friend? Isn't he the same Han Dongping as before?"

When Chen Xiaodao heard Yan Kuan say that he was a friend, he subconsciously thought of Han Dongping.

He is the man who plays with ghosts and monsters at the same time.

"No. To be exact, he's not my friend. He's the grandson of my grandfather's partner. His family is in the real estate business and is quite well-known in Qinghai City. I don't know if you've heard of him. The name of their group is 'Huayang Real Estate'."

"Huayang Real Estate!" Old Mitou exclaimed, frantically describing: "It's, it's, it's that 'Huayang Real Estate'?"

Chen Xiaodao tilted his head in confusion: "Which Huayang Real Estate is that? Your description is the same as no description at all."