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Han Jingmo lowered his head, took away his hand, and said indifferently: "You should go to bed."

The old man immediately understood what he meant, and was simply disappointed that they could not make a good relationship.

Lu Wanwan walked into the room, and what came into view was a large but ingeniously designed display cabinet. There were many models in the grids, cars, airplanes, battleships, and different types of guns.

In the lower right corner, there were also figures of the characters in "Slam Dunk".

Lu Wanwan blinked and had a bad feeling. This couldn't be Han Jingmo's room.

But there were folded pajamas on the bed. They were women's. They should have been prepared in advance by Aunt Yang. It looked like a guest room.

This...what's going on?

"A-choo!"

Shivering twice from the cold, Lu Wanwan decided to take a shower and change clothes first.

After taking a shower and blowing his hair half dry, Lu Wanwan walked around the display stand. Although he couldn't understand the model, these models were very textured and exquisitely made. They should be collected by people who love the military.

This is probably Han Jingmo's room.

Logically speaking, he was born in such a family, his grandfather was a soldier, and his father was a civil servant, so his future path would most likely be politics. How did he enter the entertainment industry?

His eyes casually swept over and saw three pieces of red paper at the bottom of the display stand. He looked carefully and found that they were three certificates with the words "Three Good Students" written on them...

They were from elementary school, grades one, two and three...

The owner of the certificate was Han Jingmo...

Lu Wanwan couldn't help but laugh. He was once a very outstanding successor to socialism.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.

He walked over and opened the door. It was Han Jingmo. He must have just taken a shower, and his hair was still a little wet.

He was holding a tray in his hand with a bowl of ginger sugar water on it, which was steaming hot.

"Prevent colds."

"Did Aunt Yang cook it?" Lu Wanwan took it and sniffed it gently. It didn't have a strong spicy taste. It tasted a little sweet, but not too sweet.

Putting the empty bowl on the table, Lu Wanwan coughed lightly and asked, "This... can't be your room, right?"

"Yes." Han Jingmo nodded calmly.

"Then you let me stay here..."

"The guest room is not cleaned."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Wanwan waved his hand: "This makes me feel like I'm occupying someone else's nest."

"It's yours." Han Jingmo leaned against the door frame and answered lazily.

Lu Wanwan narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look at the display stand over there: "Those Slam Dunk figures were bought a long time ago, and now they are out of print."

"Yeah, I bought them before."

"I wanted to buy them too, but I didn't get them." After Lu Wanwan sighed, he felt that the time had come, so he naturally turned the topic to the award certificate: "I didn't realize that you were such a good kid before."

Han Jingmo's face froze, and then he said nonchalantly: "My grandpa asked me to put it there." But he didn't like it, so he put it very low.

"Maybe the old man thinks it's more precious." Lu Wanwan asked, and then answered himself: "It should be quite precious, just these three."

"Oh——" Han Jingmo stretched out his tone, smiling: "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing, I just care about you. Have you regressed since the third grade?" Lu Wanwan asked with concern, but there was a teasing in his eyes.

"It's not regressing, it's that I stopped studying after the third grade."

"Then what did you do?"

"Skipping classes, fighting." Han Jingmo's tone was light, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. Lu Wanwan

was stunned when he heard it, and then he said: "Smoking, drinking, perming your hair?"

Han Jingmo chuckled: "I have permed my hair."

Lu Wanwan touched his nose, no wonder the old man insisted on showing it off, it is indeed precious.

After a pause, Lu Wanwan said in a relaxed tone: "According to the routine of TV dramas, such a sudden turn of events usually occurs because something has happened."

Han Jingmo looked at her with his cold, dark and clear eyes without saying anything.

"No." Lu Wanwan suddenly frowned: "But I remember that some fans dug it up and said that you had very good results in the college entrance examination."

"Because I studied for two months before the college entrance examination."

"You only studied for two months and you did so well?" Lu Wanwan couldn't believe it.

Han Jingmo thought for a while: "It could be two and a half months."

...

Comparing yourself to others will make you angry.

I was very angry, but I still had to keep smiling.

As they were talking, the old man came over with a broom and said with a friendly smile: "I've cleaned the guest room, and I'll clean the ceiling in the corridor as well. You can go in and talk, but don't get dirty."

"Let me do it." Han Jingmo stood up straight and reached out to take the broom from him.

"No, my old bones need to move." The old man waved his hand, motioning them to continue.

Lu Wanwan wanted to be polite, but Han Jingmo spoke before her and said to the old man: "Okay, call me if you need anything."

"Come in, come in, it's not good to have dust on the ceiling." The old man smiled heartily.

Han Jingmo glanced at him and walked in.

"Don't let the dust get in." The old man closed the door for them.

Han Jingmo subconsciously touched the door handle. It turned and opened. It seemed that the old man had no other thoughts.

But after a while, the old man suddenly shouted through the door: "When did a key get stuck in the door? It wasn't there just now. I pulled it out."

"Key?" Lu Wanwan was at a loss: "It wasn't there when I came in just now."

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

The next moment.

The old man exclaimed: "Why is the key broken inside? Open the door from the inside and see if you can open it."

Han Jingmo frowned, held the door handle, and twisted it up and down, but the door thread didn't move.

Lu Wanwan didn't believe it, so he went up and twisted it twice, but there was no movement.

The old man soothed him, "Don't worry, I'll ask Xiao Liu to come over right away to see how to fix it."

Then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, and gradually went away. It was the old man who walked away.

Lu Wanwan frowned slightly: "I don't think I used the key to open the door when I came in, or did I forget to take it out?"

Han Jingmo said calmly : "I'll make a call."

He turned and walked to the bathroom, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said in a low voice: "Still playing spy wars, right?"

The old man laughed on the other end of the phone: "What do you think, little bastard, are you convinced?"

Han Jingmo had a cold face and said nothing.

The old man said proudly: "When you just closed the door, did you try to turn the door handle?"

Han Jingmo said nothing, but he was right.

The old man laughed: "This is what I taught you, you must learn it well in the future."

Han Jingmo spoke, his voice was calm as usual: "I'll give you five minutes, open the door."

"Hey, you are rebellious, you won't open it, what can you do to me?"

"Nothing, tear up those three certificates."

"You dare!" The old man glared: "Try it, I will break your legs!"

Han Jingmo pinched his eyebrows: "Okay, open the door."

The old man didn't reply again, and hung up the phone very willfully.