Chapter 373 Meng Ke Comes Knocking
Anjing pressed the start button on the remote control, focusing all her attention on the large screen in front of her, thus ignoring the fleeting smile in Leng Yanluo's eyes.
The movie started.
It has to be said that at this hour of the night, with the room quiet and dark, watching "The Ring" was far too fitting.
Even Anjing, who is immune to horror movies, couldn't help but feel her heart race as the background music "dang dang" played in the film.
Suddenly, a piercing telephone ring rang out.
Quietly, her nerves jolted, and the next second, a large hand suddenly gripped hers.
Her heart trembled suddenly, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Ah—!"
Two seconds later, she realized what was happening and turned to stare wide-eyed at Leng Yanluo: "Teacher Luo, why are you grabbing my hand! I wasn't scared to death by the ghost, but by you!"
Leng Yanluo looked completely innocent: "I... I was just scared, I didn't mean to... An'an, did I scare you?"
Quietly taking a deep breath to suppress the shock in her heart, she waved her other hand and said, "It's okay, I just wasn't prepared."
Leng Yanluo nodded: "Okay, I won't do it again next time."
Quiet:"……"
She really wanted to remind the man next to her, "You didn't let go of my hand at all, so of course you won't do it again next time!"
But feeling the coolness of the man's fingertips, she ultimately didn't open her mouth.
Teacher Luo was probably genuinely scared; if she shook him off now, it would make her seem strangely heartless.
Let her pull if she wants; after all... it's all for work.
Anjing felt much more at ease after thinking about it this way, and calmly let him hold her hand as they continued watching the movie.
Feeling that the person beside him had no intention of shaking him off, Leng Yanluo's lips curled up slightly, and then he naturally tightened his grip on their clasped hands.
He couldn't be bothered to care about what was shown in the movie.
His only wish was that the film could be longer.
An hour later, the film was nearing its climax.
Anjing knew this movie was a classic, but for various reasons she had never seen it before. Now, as the tension of the plot increased, she gradually became completely engrossed in it.
Just as the final climax was about to arrive—
"Ring ring ring..."
A distant, melodious bell suddenly rang out.
An Jing couldn't help but exclaim, "Holy crap! Here we go again? Aren't most of the people already dead?!"
Leng Yanluo, standing beside him, frowned but remained silent.
The next moment, the "ring ring ring" sound rang out again.
However, the movie scene at this moment is in a setting that has nothing to do with the ringtone.
An Jing, belatedly realizing what was happening, suddenly froze and turned to look at Leng Yanluo: "Teacher Luo, don't you think this voice doesn't seem to be coming from a movie?"
Leng Yanluo stood up and said, "It sounds like the doorbell. You wait here, I'll go out and take a look."
He had only taken two steps when An Jing hurriedly followed behind him.
Leng Yanluo raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
Anjing chuckled awkwardly, "I think I'll go with you. The movie's on hold anyway."
Leng Yanluo could tell that she was scared to be inside by herself, and a smile flashed in his eyes again: "Alright, let's go together."
Quietly nod and quickly follow behind him.
The two went downstairs together and found that it was indeed the doorbell ringing.
Leng Yanluo opened the viewing mirror inside the door and saw a man dressed as a food delivery rider, carrying a bag in his hand, standing downstairs.
He had his head down, so his face couldn't be seen from inside.
He asked through the gate, "Who is it?"
The person outside heard an echo from inside and said in a low voice, "It's a food delivery guy!"
Leng Yanluo glanced at An Jing: "Did you order takeout?"
Anjing shook her head, looking blank: "No."
Leng Yanluo's gaze deepened: "We didn't order takeout, you delivered to the wrong place."
Upon hearing this, the person outside the door became anxious: "Hey, isn't Building 2 of Tianyue Huafu your place? The address on the form is correct."
Leng Yanluo and An Jing exchanged a glance. The latter thought for a moment and said, "Did my sister order this for me? Why don't we open the door and let him in to see what she sent?"
Leng Yanluo was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."
He pressed the open button, and soon there was a knock on the living room door; it must be the deliveryman coming up.
Leng Yanlu gestured for An Jing to step back, then flung the door open. The deliveryman outside threw off his hat, grabbed two large boxes, and rushed in, his face beaming with joy: "President An, look what surprise I brought you!!"
Leng Yanluo: "?"
To my utter surprise, the person dressed in a delivery uniform was actually Meng Ke!
Leng Yanlu cursed inwardly, shoved the person out, and was about to close the door without saying a word.
Meng Ke saw through his intention and quickly stuck his foot out to block the door.
The next second, a scream echoed throughout the building.
"Aaaaaah, my leg is broken, my leg is broken!!!" Meng Ke cried out from outside the door, his face contorted in pain.
Leng Yanluo showed no sympathy whatsoever: "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see President An, what does that have to do with you? Open the door right now! I'm about to fracture my bone!"
"Heh, a bone fracture is the least of your worries, I'll make sure your whole body is cracked!" Leng Yanluo's voice was chilling.
Meng Ke was in so much pain that sweat was pouring down his forehead: "Are you even human? President An, you have to do something about him! You're treating human life like dirt!"
Quietly listening to Meng Ke's changed voice, she couldn't help but step forward: "Um... Teacher Luo, why don't you let him in first? If his foot is really injured like this... the company still needs him to make money by filming."
Meng Ke: "..."
Leng Yanluo's face was gloomy. After a long while, he opened the door.
The moment the door opened, Meng Ke, like an eel, darted into the room, his forehead covered in sweat and his teeth clenched.
Seeing that Meng Ke was in excruciating pain but was still carrying the things in his hands, An Jing quickly took them from him and helped him sit on the sofa: "How are you? Are you alright?"
Meng Ke glared fiercely at Leng Yanluo, who had just closed the door and was walking towards him: "President An, this man is so rude, what exactly do you see in him?"
Quiet:"……"
She coughed lightly and said, "Cheap."
"Cheap?" Meng Ke looked at her with his big, watery eyes: "President An, I, Meng Ke, have never been afraid of anyone when it comes to being cheap. My cost-effectiveness is much higher than his. As long as he can do it, I can do it too!"
Anjing sighed and rubbed her forehead, deciding to change the subject: "It's not what you think. Okay, tell me what's going on. What are you doing here so late at night?"
At this point, Meng Ke forgot all about the pain and pleaded pitifully, "President An, I'm poor, you know that. The final payment for the last film hasn't been settled yet, and I don't even have money to pay the rent. Please take me in!"
Quiet:"???"
She raised her voice incredulously: "You want to live here with me??"
Meng Ke replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, is that not allowed?"
As he spoke, he pointed at Leng Yanluo and said, "If he can live here, why can't I? I'm no worse than him!"
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