1, the first encounter

The piercing north wind made his face painful. Lin An'an had long been unable to care about his image. He tied the hat of the down jacket firmly and ran home against the cold wind.

"Forward, our team is like the sun..."

For good, the company was not far from home, and she roared and rushed to her door.

"Sister Xin, I'm back!"

Lu Xin is a tenant who shared a house with Lin An'an. It is more appropriate to say that Lin An'an lives in Lu Xin's house.

This two-bedroom apartment was the only trophy of Lu Xin's eight-year marriage and resistance war. Her husband took her son away, and at the age of 33, she suddenly felt that the house was much bigger. So he led Lin An'an, who squinted at the billboard at the gate of the agency, into the house. Lu Xin explained at that time that anyway, it is better to find someone to share the water and electricity bills. Although this girl looks stupid, as long as she can eat and go to the toilet by herself, it is enough.

Lin An'an rented Lu Xin's second bedroom at an unimaginably low price and picked up a big bargain.

She shouted a few times and found that the light was on in Lu Xin's room but no one answered, so she gently came to the door to listen. There was a baritone inside, talking intermittently, and I couldn't hear it clearly. The voice was not like the hot little one last time, nor the dull white-collar worker who came last time. She thought that her sister had changed her boyfriend again. He covered his mouth and smiled ambiguously a few times, and then more carefully tiptoed to his room.

(Note: purely for effect), a shining light split from behind her, and the tall figure of the man under the light contrasts with her obscene look. Readers can make up for the picture of the Red Army comrades beating local tycoons and holding the landlord's little wife who is preparing to absconce.

"You are Lin An'an, right?" Comrade Red Army spoke.

"Yes." Standing upright.

"This is Lu Xin's letter to you."

Lin An'an unfolded and saw that there was only one line of words: I went to pursue happiness O(∩_∩)O

"It's just eloped with a man." Lin An'an was so angry that he threw the letter on the ground and stepped on it fiercely.

Cough, the Red Army comrades are coughing and striving for a sense of existence.

Lin An'an immediately understood: "Although Sister Xin ran away with others, I think she still loves you very much. I'm sorry. Love is not as easy as you think. She stretched out her hand to pat the Red Army comrade on the shoulder as a sign of comfort, but the other party was too high to fish in the air in vain.

The man was patient and took out the second piece of paper that had already been prepared.

As soon as Lin An'an saw the words "housing transfer contract", she twisted like being shot by a machine gun. She looked up and laughed, patted the Red Army comrade's arm and shouted shyly, "Oh my God, the house is going to be given to me! How embarrassing, how embarrassing..."

"Look at the signature bar."

"Oh, Gu Pengyun?"

"It's Gu Mingjun."

"I don't call it this name?"

"My name is this name."

"What a coincidence... What, what's your name!" Lin An'an took a step back and looked carefully at the man in front of him.

The height is between 180 and 185. Well, I'm not good at estimating this. The age is about 30 to 40 years old. Well, I'm not good at estimating this. I'm still wearing a suit at home, probably high-level, but I may also sell insurance. The appearance can give four and a half stars, revealing a little innocence in maturity, and a little romance in seriousness. Even if he is angry, he feels like he is transmitting autumn spinach. Let's give it five stars with a full score.

Ding Ding Ding, five lights in Lin An'an's mind lit up in turn.

The man who can let Sister Xin transfer the house in such a short time is of course worth five stars.

She salivated her face and poked Gu Mingjun's waist with her arm: "Are you Sister Xin's little lover?"

"Can't you have something pure in your mind?"

"What a pure existence a lover is!"

"We are all going through formal legal channels."

Although Gu Mingjun didn't know that Lin An'an had scored his whole body in just a few seconds, he knew that he must not be thinking about something good by looking at her expression.

"You, you live in my house now and move out in three days."

The last glimmer of light disappeared and the door closed ruthlessly.

Comrade Red Army!" Lin An'an fell on the door and beat him desperately, "I have a contract with Sister Xin. She said she would live for me."

The door opened a crack, and Gu Mingjun showed half of his face: "Where's the contract?"

Lin An'an blinked at the ceiling and remembered the scene of her first meeting with Sister Xin...

*****

"Are you looking for a house?"

"Yes!"

"Come and live in my house. I still have a small garden."

"Good, good."

⊙_⊙b, never signed any written contract!!!

*****

"It's very useful for me to live here!" Lin An'an changed his strategy and emphasized his use value.

What's the use? Can you do laundry, cooking and cleaning?

Lin An'an rolled his eyes, spread his hands, and made an unbearable expression: "Not every life is like a romantic house."

"If there is no contract, I will move out in three days." Half of the face also disappeared.

Lin An'an did not give up and continued to beat fiercely.

The door opened again.

"Tap again, I'll lose one day."

The hand that stopped in the air finally shrank back, and the defeated dog crawled back to his room.

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do..." She pushed away the desktop that had fought in the morning. I pushed the cosmetics, skin care products, hair dryers and hairpins piled up on the notebook to the ground, and then habitually opened a video website.

"Ah, One Piece has been updated!"

She moved three days later, and Sister Xin eloped. She left it all behind and watched the Japanese comics wholeheartedly.

After losing his temper with Lin An'an, Gu Mingjun felt thirsty and saw that there was no movement outside the door, so he went out to pour water. Standing in the living room, he tilted his head and saw the reason why he could decide to buy a house so quickly.

This is a small balcony extending from the living room, less than eight square meters, but it is full of all kinds of potted plants. There is a rattan rocking chair diagonally in one corner, covered with comfortable long wool cushions. The semi-circular glass windows seal the whole terrace, but it does not affect the ventilation and lighting at all, only blocking the severe cold of Beijing out of the window.

Gu Mingjun has just been transferred from Shanghai to Beijing in the past two days. He really can't stand the hotel with no sense of belonging. He fell in love with Lu Xin's balcony at a glance, and it was close to the company, so he immediately paid for it.

He lay on the rocking chair and felt that his back should be panicked. He lifted the cushion and took a look. Below was a woman's magazine - Perfect Lady.

Suddenly, Gu Mingjun remembered something. He threw away the cushion and ran to Lin An'an's room.

"Dong Dong." No one pays attention.

Continue to "dongdong", but no one pays attention to it.

Gu Mingjun twisted the door handle and didn't lock it. He gently pushed a seam open.

The room was very dark and the lights were not turned on, but even if there was only the faint light of the laptop screen, the scene in the room shocked him.

The ground is scattered with magazines, Ruili, Xinwei and Mina, but more of them are Perfect Lady. The bed seems to have not been sorted out for a long time, and a corner of the mattress has slipped to the ground, revealing the summer mat. It seems that the owner of the bed has not even cleaned the mat and directly laid the winter quilt on it. The teddy bear occupied half of the bed, the quilt was gathered together, and was pressed by the changed sweater, jacket and jeans. The zipper of the simple wardrobe has not been pulled up, and the contents exposed and scattered around are full of clothes. The half-meter-high desk is even more messy, and there is probably no place to slide the mouse.

For a moment, Gu Mingjun suspected that he had traveled through time. It was really difficult for him to connect the girl he had just met with the heat of sitting cross-legged in front of the desk and being laughed by the animation.

Lin An'an wore a long ginger cashmere coat when she entered the door, with a brown lace cake skirt underneath, and her slightly curly chestnut long hair loosely behind her. Although she was not beautiful, she was also young, lively and cute. Now this person is wearing a big cotton-padded suit that looks like Zhang Ziyi in My Father and Mother, and his hair is coiled up by sharks and rushing straight to the ceiling like a broom.

Even Gu Mingjun's mother in her sixties has never dressed like this.

He calmed down and was about to see it more clearly, but he found that the door could not be pushed halfway. Probably the debris was stuck, and the door could only open a seam less than 30 centimeters.

Does she squeeze in and squeeze out like this every day?

Gu Mingjun forced himself to stop thinking about these terrible things. Unexpectedly, his hand loosened, the debris behind the door fell to the ground, and more magazines fell down.

Lin An'an, who was wearing headphones, was also shocked by the loud noise and turned his head to see Gu Mingjun, who was stupid at the door.

"It's not a good habit to stand behind the door of girls."

You are a girl! Gu Mingjun can't laugh or cry.

"Do you like Perfect Lady? Look, there is almost this magazine in your room.

"Of course, I'm the editor of Perfect Lady!" Lin An'an looked at Gu Mingjun with a proud look.

Edit! Gu Mingjun was stunned and soon came to his senses: "Just you? Like this? How can it be an editor of a magazine that teaches ladies how to become perfect?

"Forget it, you will know when you have a chance to see how I work. Women are not as simple as you think. Lin An'an squatted on the ground and fiddled with the collapsed magazine. "It's hard to sort it out and was messed up by you."

Gu Mingjun put his head in and saw half of the "ground foundation" that had not yet collapsed. It looked crooked like the World Trade Building that had just been hit. He thought that if you had code the book like that, you could be shocked if you spoke a little louder.

"Forget it." Lin An'an stood up and rubbed the dust off his buttocks. "Let's think of it as a floor tile. I'm so hungry."

She pushed away Gu Mingjun, who was blocked at the door, and walked to the kitchen.

Gu Mingjun quickly followed and continued to ask, "Which department are you in?"

"Beauty Department." Lin An'an took out a bag of instant noodles from the refrigerator and went to the cupboard to find a noodle bowl. "You are a man, why are you so interested in this kind of girl magazine? Isn't it transvestite?"

Gu Mingjun's face turned green: "How can it be? I'm interested because..."

"Huh, where's my bowl? Obviously, it's here? Why didn't you see it? Ah, I remember. I forgot to wash it yesterday. Lin An'an ignored him completely and was busy with himself.

I saw her pick up the bowl from the sink, tear open the package and pour the dough into it. Gu Mingjun sweated: "Shouldn't you wash your bowl first?"

Lin An'an waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Anyway, I also had instant noodles yesterday, and it was braised beef. When the boiling water is flushed, the taste will be stronger. Isn't the old soup base of Sichuan hot pot all like this?

Be sure to drive her away in three days! Gu Mingjun didn't want to ask anything else and returned to his room with an expression of extreme disgust.