Qiao Yan shook her head: "It's gone. It's a new lock, and Aunt Liu doesn't have the key."
Xie Quan took a deep breath and asked, "You didn't take it, did you?"
"No." Qiao Yan shook her head. She wanted to think that maybe the chair had come here on its own. But if she said that, others would probably think she had a mental problem.
"I'll take care of it," he said solemnly, went into the kitchen and grabbed the chair.
"How are you going to deal with this?" Qiao Yan frowned. Although there was no surveillance in the community, there was no guarantee that someone would see her if she went out.
"Throw it away away from people." Xie Quan didn't think too much about it. Anyway, the chair couldn't be left in Qiao Yan's house now.
He didn't let Qiao Yan go out and left with the chair. Qiao Yan ran to the window to look.
Xie Quan was lucky and didn't meet anyone. Qiao Yan watched him carrying a chair and walking towards the garbage recycling point, and then he came back again after a long time.
It took only about five minutes to go back and forth. Xie Quan knocked on the door and Qiao Yan immediately opened it.
Before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, Xie Quan's expression froze again.
Qiao Yan looked at him, then turned around and saw a familiar chair appear by the living room window...
"It's haunted." Qiao Yan was surprisingly calmer than Xie Quan, perhaps because she had been "trained" by the various things that had happened in the past few days.
Xie Quan opened his mouth in a daze, then closed it again. This matter was obviously beyond his comprehension. After all, he had just thrown the chair with his own hands.
"You...this house, why don't you stop living there for now?"
"Then where should I live? Sleep in the corridor?" Qiao Yan curled her lips.
"Go to my place." Xie Quan said without hesitation, and then waved his hand: "Don't get me wrong, I absolutely don't mean to take advantage of you."
"Okay." Qiao Yan agreed. Xie Quan immediately stared at her with wide eyes. Seeing that her expression was normal, he knew that Qiao Yan didn't mean anything.
He scratched his face feeling depressed and embarrassed, while Qiao Yan just thought that these things seemed to be directed at her, and tonight was a good time to try whether they would follow and cause trouble.
[What a pity, Xiao Xie.]
【Sister Qiao is the real career expert.】
[How strange! Why did this instance suddenly add a love line?]
I think Xie Quan must have some clues too. I feel like he has too many scenes.
[Right! Finally, I'm not the only one who thinks this way!]
[Don't you think his scripts are very clichéd and familiar? The kind of scripts for cheesy love stories.]
[So, it's really a clichéd scenario that's obvious at first glance...]
【So it's even more suspicious! 】
People outside the copy felt that Xie Quan's existence and story line were suspicious, but Qiao Yan, who was in the script, didn't feel anything.
This is somewhat like the saying that those involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things more clearly.
She simply packed some things in a larger bag and followed Xie Quan to his residence.
When she was going up the stairs, she happened to meet Chen Meng walking out with her boyfriend's arm in arm. Only then did Qiao Yan remember that today was Saturday.
"You..." Chen Meng looked at them in surprise. Her boyfriend Xu Yan moved his hand to remind her, and she immediately turned her gaze to Qiao Yan's forehead, "Why are you sick?"
"I was caught in the wind, and I didn't sleep well these past two nights." Qiao Yan raised her hand and touched the fever-reducing patch on her forehead, and thought of Madam Zhang again.
It is said that people cannot stand thinking. A child's happy laughter came from the stairwell. Everyone looked and saw that it was Mrs. Zhang who came back with the child.
What was even more coincidental was that Mr. Zhang came out with a garbage bag at this time.
All of a sudden, all the people on the fourth floor of this residential building were here, oh, there was one more person, Xie Quan from the fifth floor.
No one expected the corridor to be so busy at this time. They greeted each other awkwardly. The little girl was the first to run towards Mr. Zhang crying, and the latter hurriedly picked up the garbage bag to prevent the child from touching it.
"What a coincidence." Mrs. Zhang smiled and asked Qiao Yan if she was feeling better. Qiao Yan nodded quickly.
Her mind was not on herself, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her palms because she saw Mr. Zhang's figure clearly.
The man last night was about a head taller than her and a little thinner than Xie Quan, and Mr. Zhang met these two requirements very well.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yan suddenly asked, "I don't think I know the child's name yet?"
"Oh, yes." Mrs. Zhang finally remembered, "Call her Zhang Ziyi, our little Ziyi~"
"What a coincidence?!" Chen Meng on the side blinked and looked at Qiao Yan.
Qiao Yan nodded and squatted down: "Hello Ziyi, my name is Ziyi too, thank you for the fever-reducing patch."
No one thought there was anything wrong with Qiao Yan, because the fever-reducing patch on her forehead was obviously a children's style. It was obvious that Mrs. Zhang had "requisitioned" the child's fever-reducing patch and gave it to Qiao Yan.
"You're welcome~" Zhang Ziyi smiled at Qiao Yan, looking very cute.
"I didn't expect you had that name." Madam Zhang looked at the two Ziyi, one big and one small, with a smile and said, "Oh, if you have time, please come to my house for a meal to celebrate this fate."
"Sure." Qiao Yan stood up. She thought of asking the name because of the couple's body shape.
After all, the person in her dream last night said something like "It's Ziyi" and "Our Ziyi". Now that she knew the child's name, her heart sank a little.
"I haven't been to Mrs. Zhang's house for dinner yet. When will Mrs. Zhang invite me?" Chen Meng smiled. To be honest, if Qiao Yan hadn't asked this, none of them actually cared about what the Zhang family's child was named.
Anyway, they are all children of the Zhang family. Since the child of the Zhang family calls them that, the name doesn’t seem to matter.
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