When walking out of the coffee shop, Shi Jin's expression looked a little unhappy.

Wei Chan, who was waiting for him at the door, pushed up his glasses and rolled down the driver's window: "Get in the car."

Shi Jin sat in the passenger seat and after giving the address, he politely thanked him: "Thank you."

Wei Chan took the time to look at him, his eyes flashing behind his glasses.

He's not in the right shape.

Compared to his initial calmness, Shi Jin is now more extroverted and exudes an aura that says "keep away from strangers".

Even though Wei Chan met him for the first time today, he could see that something was wrong with him.

He drove the car and asked casually, "What's wrong with you?"

"Could it be..." Wei Chan suddenly thought of something and chuckled, "Could it be that he is not in a good mood because he has to hand in the outline on Sunday and has no time to organize it?"

Shi Jin stared at the speeding scenery outside the window and said in a low voice: "No."

It is not difficult for him to organize the outline, and he will not be depressed because of it.

What really made him unhappy was...

Shi Jin looked at his right hand.

The slender, white palms are smooth with distinct knuckles, which are definitely beautiful hands that make people unable to help but praise them.

But at this moment I felt empty and had nothing.

Shi Jin lowered his eyelids, looking gloomy.

This hand should have been holding an umbrella.

Thinking of the upsetting things, Shi Jin's mood became even worse.

His black umbrella was placed at the entrance of the cafe, and no one knew who took it.

Wei Chan saw that he was not in high spirits, so he did not continue talking to him.

The high-performance sports car shuttled through the streets and soon arrived at the bar street.

Wei Chan turned the steering wheel and looked back, his eyebrows raised since he saw the bar on this street: "You live here?"

Shi Jin wasn't sure where the surprise in his tone came from.

In his opinion, Yu Ci's house is very suitable for him now.

The sound insulation and security upstairs are very good, and the bar street not far away makes it convenient for him to find inspiration. It is simply perfect for him.

At least Shi Jin was very satisfied with his life here during this period.

Therefore, Shi Jin was not very happy about the disdain hinted in Wei Chan's tone.

It was just that the matter of losing the umbrella had affected his mood, so when he heard it, he just drooped his eyelids and didn't explain too much: "Well, it's convenient here."

The flashy sports car stopped in front of the bookstore with a fishtail.

After Shi Jin got off the car, he turned around and looked at him.

A straight and exquisite suit, a gentle pair of gold-rimmed glasses, handsome facial features and angular contours.

He clearly looks like a young talent.

Why is it that you sound so unpleasant when you talk?

Maybe some people are suitable to only talk about work.

Shi Jin pursed her lips and looked at Wei Chan: "I'm sorry to bother Editor-in-Chief Wei today."

Wei Chan nodded.

Shi Jin stood there politely, intending to wait until Wei Chan left before leaving.

result......

Seeing Wei Chan who didn't seem to have any intention of starting the car, Shi Jin frowned: "Editor-in-Chief Wei?"

Wei Chan raised his eyebrows: "Are you going to invite me upstairs to sit down?"

Shi Jin had no such plan. He pursed his lips and said, "Editor-in-Chief Wei, I live with others, so it may not be possible..."

Wei Chan calmly unbuckled his seat belt, turned his head, and interrupted Shi Jin: "I remember that today Eleven asked me to follow you home and write down your address so that he can come over next time."

Shi Jin looked at him expressionlessly.

Wei Chan pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and revealed a standard smile: "So I probably need to go upstairs with you."

At that time, he remained motionless.

Wei Chan kept smiling and looked at him.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Shi Jin gave in. He lowered his eyelids and said, "Then please park your car in front. You can't park here."

Wei Chan nodded: "Okay, then you wait for me here."

"good."

——

"Hey, Brother Ci, who's that over there?"

Xu Qian, who was sitting at the entrance of the Internet cafe with a bored look on his face, suddenly shouted. He dropped the comic book that was forcibly exchanged in his hand and pulled Yu Ci who was sitting on the recliner next to him: "Brother Ci, Brother Ci, isn't that your roommate?"

Yu Ci, who was originally indifferent, raised his eyebrows. He flipped through the book in his hand without moving: "What's so strange about seeing him here? Doesn't he live upstairs?"

"No." Xu Qian leaned closer with a gossipy look on his face: "He was sent back in a red sports car! I just saw that sports car the day before yesterday. It's a new limited edition sports car from Bugatti. There are only ten of them in the world."

Yu Ci paused as he was flipping through the book.

Xu Qian didn't notice his abnormality and continued to talk to himself: "Just now I thought the owner of the sports car was a beautiful woman with long flowing hair. After all, your roommate is really good-looking, so it's no big deal for him to attract a few rich and beautiful women."

At this point, he suddenly sighed: "Some people are born to be favored by God. The looks of these brothers and sisters are really better than each other."

Yu Ci's voice came from behind the book, sounding a little vague: "Have you seen his sister?"

Xu Qian nodded and lied calmly: "Of course, don't I have to make sure that the person is reliable before bringing him to you?"

Yu Ci smiled and casually glanced at the comic book thrown on the table.

These comic books are really unreliable.

Yu Ci tapped the pages of the book with his fingertips and looked at Xu Qian: "Are there any more books like this?"

"Yes, there are many." Xu Qian's eyes lit up, and he excitedly recommended it to Yu Ci: "Look, I told you this book is good, it's much more nutritious than your comic book."

"I have several more copies. I'll bring them to you someday. Unfortunately, this author publishes books slowly, so you have to wait a long time to read one."

Yu Ci rarely refuted him.

Xu Qian talked a lot, and suddenly the topic changed back to the sports car he had just seen.

"Do you know what the owner of that car looks like?" Xu Qian lowered his voice, keeping the secret mysterious.

Yu Ci continued to hold the book, motionless as a mountain.

"Brother Ci, why aren't you curious?" Xu Qian was a little disappointed, but he still completed the rest of the sentence: "The owner of the sports car is a man in a suit. He looks pretty good, but he's still not as good as you, Brother Ci."

At the end of his words, Xu Qian did not forget to flatter.

"Hey, the car seems to have left." Xu Qian stretched his neck to continue watching, and suddenly he seemed to have discovered a new world: "That man is back again, he left with Shi Jin, it seems like they are going home together?"

Xu Qian's eyes widened with excitement. He felt as if he had discovered some earth-shattering gossip: "Brother Ci, do you think Shi Jin could be that thing?"

“Pah.”

The hard spine of the book touched the table, making a crisp sound.

Xu Qian suddenly shut his mouth.

The black-covered book was placed on the bar, revealing two large cursive characters on the cover.

Yu Ci stood up.

"Brother Ci?" Xu Qian sighed twice, looked at Yu Ci's back as he walked out of the Internet cafe, and scratched his head in confusion: "Brother Ci, where are you going?"

Yu Ci didn't even turn his head, but just waved at him: "I'm going back, don't wait for me."

Xu Qian paused while scratching his head: "You have only been here for a short time."

"Forget it." Xu Qian suddenly laughed again. He picked up the black-covered book from the table: "Then I can continue reading, hehe."

——

Yu Ci was still a little confused when he stood on the street.

What is he doing out here?

Do you want to see the man Xu Qian mentioned who followed Shi Jin home?

But what does it have to do with him who he brings back? When did he become so gossipy?

"Hey boy, do you want something?"

The enthusiastic greeting from the auntie who was selling breakfast on the street woke Yu Ci up. He shook his head and smiled at the auntie: "Then give me a bowl of pumpkin porridge, take it away."

The aunt packed the pumpkin porridge swiftly and enthusiastically said, "Come again next time."

Yu Ci waved his hand: "Okay."

He stood there thinking with a bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge in his hand.

This pumpkin porridge is so hot, we need to find a table to eat it.

There are no tables on the street, so I guess I have to take it home.

Yu Ci selectively ignored the breakfast table set up behind the aunt, and walked towards home with the pumpkin porridge in his hand, swaying with every step.

As for whether going home would disturb his roommate's date with someone else...

What does this have to do with him who lives on the second floor?

And here.

Wei Chan followed Shi Jin upstairs.

As soon as the door opened, a small black figure came forward, and its soft body circled around Shi Jin's trouser legs.

Wei Chan pushed up his glasses and asked, "Do you have a cat?"

Shi Jin took out a pair of spare slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to him. He bent down and rubbed the head of the coquettish little black cat: "Yeah, I just got it."

Wei Chan put on his slippers, looked around the room, and asked casually, "What's its name?"

Shi Jin paused as he was stroking the cat’s head.

He lowered his eyes and met the little black cat's yellow eyes.

The little black cat called out at the right time: "Meow——"

Shi Jin let go: "I haven't picked a name yet."

Wei Chan just asked casually, and when he didn't get an answer, he changed the subject: "Do you mind if I look around?"

"Whatever you want." Shi Jin walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and looked in: "Oolong tea or milk, which one do you want?"

"Oolong tea, please." Wei Chan's voice came from the direction of the study room in the distance.

Shi Jin found a cup, poured oolong tea into it, and walked towards the study with the cup in hand.

Wei Chan stood in front of the bookshelf, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes sweeping over the books on the bookshelf. Hearing the movement behind him, he turned around, a light flashing across his gold-rimmed glasses: "Are these all your books?"

"Yeah." Shi Jin handed him the cup. Seeing that he was interested, he briefly introduced it: "The two rows in front of you are modern domestic suspense novels and documentary works, and the three rows behind are foreign documentary literature and creative literature."

Wei Chan nodded and said nothing.

The little black cat followed them all the way in. Seeing that the two of them stopped talking, it clung to Shi Jin's legs like a spoiled child: "Meow meow."

Shi Jin didn't know what it wanted, so he touched its head with some confusion.

Wei Chan saw Shi Jin's confusion, he squatted down, stretched out his hand and scratched the little black cat's jaw: "It must be hungry."

The little black cat raised its chin comfortably and narrowed its eyes.

Hungry...

Shi Jin pursed her lips, with a hint of apology in her eyes: "I forgot to buy cat food."

Wei Chan stood up and walked towards the kitchen: "Is there any chicken breast in the kitchen?"

Shi Jin followed behind him. When he heard this question, his eyes paused slightly, and he looked a little confused: "...I'm not sure."

Wei Chan stopped asking him questions and rummaged through the refrigerator, taking out a piece of chicken breast from the freezer.

After thawing the chicken breast on the chopping board, Wei Chan washed his hands and looked at Shi Jin: "After the chicken breast is thawed, boil it in water, let it cool down, and tear it into small strips before feeding it. However, this chicken breast can only be used temporarily, you still need to buy cat food as soon as possible."

Shi Jin stood behind him holding the little black cat, watching his skillful movements with a slightly changed expression: "Editor-in-Chief Wei, do you have a cat at home too?"

Wei Chan put down his rolled-up sleeves. Hearing this, he glanced at Shi Jin and smiled: "It's not me, it's my sister. She likes cats, so I know a little bit about them."

"If you don't understand something, you can ask me, but you must complete the work on time."

Speaking of work, Wei Chan resumed his stern look, "Your manuscript and outline must be submitted on time, and you also need to prepare signatures for the book signing event for Silence. Eleven told me that you haven't submitted them yet."

"Eleven told me roughly that you finish your manuscripts at a reasonable speed, but you keep dragging your feet on the outline and other parts, and you often don't reply to messages. I hope this situation won't happen to me as much as possible."

The black cat that had been staying obediently in Shi Jin's arms suddenly broke free. Shi Jin was not paying attention and was jumped by the black cat.

"Meow--"

The little black cat ran towards the entrance excitedly.

“Crack—”

The sound of a key turning the door lock.

Shi Jin and Wei Chan looked towards the gate at the same time.