The substitute has awakened

Chapter 45

Today's local news reports that tomorrow may be the first time in nearly a century that it snows on New Year's Eve.

Protecting the two bouquets of flowers in his arms, Yan Heqing ran all the way from the subway entrance into the unit building despite the increasingly heavy snow.

A black Mercedes-Benz was standing at the door of the building, with a thin layer of snow already accumulated on the windshield and roof.

Yan Heqing's expression remained unchanged, he gently patted the falling snow off his coat and walked upstairs slowly.

His steps were light and the sensor light was not on.

In the dim light, a scarlet dot flickered on and off at the door on the third floor, filled with a rich and thick smell of tobacco.

Lu Muchi smoked as much as he had in half a year today.

There was no light, but he could clearly see every eyelash of the boy.

He took out his cigarette holder, suppressed his anger and said, "I've been waiting for you all day."

His voice turned on the lights.

The orange light instantly shone on Yan Heqing. He was holding the flowers, and the coldness of the winter night was still in his hair. He still walked upstairs unhurriedly, "That's your business."

Lu Mu stood up quickly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he almost crushed the cigarette in his fingers, then threw it away, grabbed the bag hanging on the handrail of the stairs, and waved.

The boiling powder money flew out of the bag, falling like snowflakes in the stairwell.

"I pulled out your thorn overnight, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

Lu Muchi stared at the flowers in Yan Heqing's arms, grinding his teeth.

He was really angry.

No one answered Yan Heqing's phone. He was afraid that he would miss Yan Heqing if he left, so he stayed here all day without touching anything. He was even more afraid of...

Something happened to Yan Heqing.

As a result, he was worried that one day, Yan Heqing came back holding two bouquets of flowers from who knows who the hell!

Is it Feng Zhixian or who?

Lu Muchi's heart was beating extremely fast, and his eyes were filled with gunpowder barrels. He wished that the two bunches of flowers that were annoying to the eyes would be burned to ashes immediately.

A few banknotes fell on the stairs. Yan Heqing stopped. His expression was calm. "The traces left by the operation will take time to heal. I am not gifted, and I can act as if nothing happened in the blink of an eye."

He raised his eyes and met Lu Muchi's astonished gaze, "Can you let me go? I've been working for a day and I'm really tired."

The dim light fell on Yan Heqing's eyebrows, and he was indeed very tired.

He was going to work, not on a date... Lu Muchi's anger disappeared instantly. He licked the corners of his mouth and stepped aside.

Yan Heqing avoided the place where the banknotes were, and did not look at Lu Muchi the whole time. After walking up the last few stairs, he took out the key to open the door and was about to enter the house and close the door.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lu Muchi quickly stepped forward and blocked the door. Before Yan Heqing could speak, his eyes flickered, "I won't go in. Let me say one more thing."