Chapter 31 The Man in the Duckbill Cap

"Who knows how it happened? Come over here and take a look."

The person on the other end was more anxious than she was.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Shuang called Li Bingbing, who answered the phone quickly.

"Bingbing, I need to go back to Jiulan International."

Li Bingbing shouted loudly, "What?"

The first frost's decibel level also rose a few degrees. "My house is on fire. I'm going home first."

"I can't hear you clearly. Let's talk when you come back... Hurry up, Ji Yun is back."

Hatsushimo started sending messages instead. She edited the message slowly before putting away her phone and walking towards the exit. On the way, she passed a man in a duck cap.

Looking at her back, Han Zhenhao's eyes lit up with interest. She was so calm even when her house was on fire. Her gentle temperament was really interesting.

Last time I was chasing after fried rice, I seemed more anxious than today when the house caught fire.

I haven't seen her for such a long time, I thought I would never meet her again.

When I took a taxi to Jiulan International, there were already a lot of people gathered downstairs. Firefighters were using a commercial vehicle to put out the fire. Amid the blazing flames and noisy voices, Chushuang felt a sense of urgency.

It turned out that a fire broke out among the residents on the fifth floor, and the fire spread to the sixth floor.

Looking at the billowing smoke, Chu Shuang was a little glad that she didn't stay here tonight.

Thanks to the professional rescue work of the firefighters, the fire was put out, the people on the floors were evacuated in time, and no one was casualties.

There would be safety hazards at the scene after the fire, and I couldn’t go up to see the specific condition of the house tonight. After cooperating with the staff to fill in some relevant information, I prepared to take a taxi back to Qingyu Garden.

When I checked my bag, there was no cell phone in it.

I stopped there and thought for a few seconds, and maybe I fell on the taxi just now.

Then I can only pay on delivery. Just as I turned to the roadside to hail a taxi, a Maybach came towards me.

This license plate number...is our family's car.

As I got closer, I could see the tough face of the man in the driver's seat.

Hatsumei was a little surprised, it was very late at this point.

"Why are you here?"

Sheng Ting got out of the car and scanned her from head to toe. Seeing that she was safe and sound, he said, "I heard there was a fire here, and I was worried that you might be in danger."

Hatsushimo's eyebrows curved, "I'm watching a concert, there's no danger, I only came here because I received a call."

"Fortunately, the fire did not start late at night."

Looking at the houses that were burned into black holes, the man frowned subconsciously.

If a fire had occurred late at night and Hatsushimo had come here to spend the night after attending a concert, the consequences would have been disastrous.

"Don't live here anymore. It's too unsafe."

Seeing the headband on her head, Sheng Ting asked, "Are you still going back to listen?"

"No, I guess it will be almost over by the time I get back."

"Then go home."

"good."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Hatsushimo turned his head to borrow his cell phone, "I think I left my cell phone in the taxi. Let me call and look for it."

I took his phone, clicked on the dialing interface and entered my own phone number. As soon as I entered the first three digits, the saved contacts popped up.

The note for the contact at the top only has one word: wife.

wife.

It felt like someone had stabbed my heart.

Staring at this word, Chu Shuang was in a daze for a moment before pressing the dial button.

The call was quickly connected, and it was the voice of a middle-aged man.

"Are you looking for your cell phone?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm the customer just now. I think my phone was left in your car."

"I guessed it. I'm resting now. If you're not in a hurry, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

Hatsushimo: "No hurry, just leave it at the property management office when you pass by Jiulan International tomorrow, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Shuang returned the phone to Sheng Ting.

The night car ride was too quiet, and the man was the first to break the silence, "How was the concert?"

"It was fun, the fans were so enthusiastic, and the atmosphere was very moving. Bingbing even cried while listening to the performance. She has liked Teacher Ji Yun for more than ten years, but she couldn't go to the concert before because of her studies. This time, she finally got her wish."

Sheng Ting took the time to look at her, "Do you like it too?"

"I guess he's just a casual fan. Mr. Ji is a musician who leads the Chinese music scene. He's talented and decent. There shouldn't be anyone who doesn't like him."

Looking out the window, Chu Shuang glanced at several food stalls and saw grilled cold noodles.

"Can you stop for a moment?"

Sheng Ting stopped the car, Chu Shuang ran over there, and soon came back with some food.

After getting on the bus, she rubbed her hands and said, "It's so cold outside. These uncles and aunties are still selling things outside in such a cold weather. It's so hard."

After opening the food box and poking a meatball, Hatsushimo's eyes moved to the face of the man who was concentrating on driving. After hesitating for two seconds, he asked softly, "Would you like to have one?"

The man looked sideways and saw the meatball in her hand, "What is this?"

"Octopus balls, very delicious."

Glancing at his profile, Hatsushimo raised her hand and reached out, "Taste."

The driver lowered his eyes but still opened his mouth and ate.

Hatsushimo heaved a sigh of relief as if she had completed her mission. "Is it delicious?"

"tasty."

She curled her lips, picked up one and put it in her mouth. It was filled with meat floss and juice, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tasted very good.

"One more."

Just like that, with the man's tacit consent, Hatsushiro ate and fed him at the same time.

As expected, food tastes best when shared.

After eating the dumplings, she opened the grilled cold noodles and ate them with gusto.

Glancing at her satisfied face, Sheng Ting slightly curled the corners of his lips.

Like a child.

…

Early in the morning, Hatsushimo drove to get her cell phone and cleaned up her apartment. When she got there, she found that someone was already cleaning the house.

The fire on the sixth floor was not as serious as on the fifth floor, but most of the furniture was blackened and had to be removed, and the walls and floors had to be cleaned and repainted.

Looking at the housekeeping staff coming in and out, Chu Shuang called Sheng Ting.

"I see someone is already cleaning the apartment. Did you ask them to come over?"

The man said in a deep voice, "Well, the renovation will take at least half a month. You can live here during this period. We can move in if you want to."

"Okay," Hatsushimo held the phone and whispered softly, "Thank you."

"By the way, did you lose any valuables?"

"No, I don't have much there, just some personal belongings. Do you have work today?"

I haven't seen him since early in the morning, and he is rarely free on Sunday.

"I had a meeting this morning, and I'm done with it."

"So are you coming back for lunch?"

There was a two-second pause on the other end of the phone. "No, I'm going to meet a friend this afternoon. Do you want to come over and play?"

Since they were going to meet friends, it was a man's place, so Hatsushimo didn't want to disturb them. "No, I want to stay at home and watch TV."

"Okay, be careful when you drive back later."

Since Sheng Ting had already found someone to help her solve the problem, she had some free time and planned to go home.

Just as I started the car, someone knocked on the window. I lowered the window and saw a man standing outside. He was wearing a duckbill cap, had tough features, unruly facial features, and looked a bit like a hipster.

Hatsushimo nodded, "Hello."

"I'm sorry to bother you," Han Zhenhao said, holding a cigarette between his fingers, speaking with an authentic Beijing accent, "My car is out of gas and can't move. I would like to ask you for some gas. Is that convenient?"

"Of course, I won't ask you for nothing."