Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Chapter 227 The door is not closed

No wonder TV dramas and movies always like to show a man sitting lonely under a street light smoking, with cigarette butts scattered on the ground at his feet.

Lin Feng felt that he also needed a cigarette, or something else.

A feeling of powerlessness permeated around the sofa where he was sitting, or rather, trapped him.

He needs an outlet, a medium.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Feng even heard the sound of the second hand moving. He was not sure whether he really heard it or it was an illusion.

The second hand on the wall went around and around, but Lin Feng still sat there. He couldn't sleep.

When Lin Feng realized that he couldn't sit there any longer, he stood up and took out a bottle of red wine and a wine glass from Zhang Yan's wine cabinet.

Lin Feng realized that he actually didn't know Zhang Yan. He had never even entered some rooms in the house. It was also the first time he saw a whole wall of red wine, with some other wines around. There were several wine jars piled on the ground, and he didn't know whether they were white wine or yellow wine.

Zhang Yan said that he had a wine jar for girls of the same age. Lin Feng didn't know if it was among these wine jars, and he didn't have the energy to look through them one by one.

Lin Feng returned to the living room with a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

He sat on the carpet, his back leaning against the edge of the sofa. The sofa was too far from the coffee table. He was tired and couldn't sit up straight.

Lin Feng did not turn on the lights in the living room. The light source was a small night light at the entrance. I don't know what the designer thought of installing a photosensitive night light at the entrance. The warm yellow color is not dazzling, but it is enough for people to see the layout of the house.

Perhaps it is hoped that the owner of this house will not feel too lonely when he returns home, as at least there is a light on for him, although it is not very bright, just a small one.

Now this lamp is facing that stubborn donkey, making people laugh and cry.

If I come home drunk in the middle of the night, I'll probably be half sobered up by this donkey.

Lin Feng sat on the street stall, poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip.

He didn't know much about wine, especially red wine. He heard that red wine should be decanted in advance, so that it would taste better. It didn't matter. Lin Feng couldn't tell whether the wine was good or bad anyway. It was just a medium to relieve his emotions.

It seems pretty good, not spicy, nor astringent.

Lin Feng drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and placed the glass on the carpet at his feet.

Lin Feng looked around Zhang Yan's house. This house was much bigger than the one he lived in. The layout was different, but the decoration style was similar.

He had never really gotten to know Zhang Yan, let alone his work and life.

He only knew that Zhang Yan was the general manager of Tiangong Group. He was rich and kind. He would have some small emotions in private, but he always took all the responsibilities on himself.

A very contradictory person.

However, people are contradictory.

Today Zhang Yan told him a story. He was not the protagonist, but the sister.

This may be one of the few people who cares about Zhang Yan's growth path, not because he is a child of the Zhang family, but simply because he is Zhang Yan.

So Zhang Yan remembered her, although he didn't know which sister's name.

All living things suffer, and it is difficult to be a brave person.

The first time I heard Zhang Yan tell a story that was somewhat related to him, I could only see the tip of the iceberg and piece it together from fragments, but I could never piece together the whole story.

Even the relationship between Zhang Lingbei and Zhang Yan, Lin Feng saw the same thing as the outside world, they were uncle and nephew with a good relationship. As for which generation the relationship started from, Lin Feng didn't know.

What Lin Feng knew more than others was that Zhang Lingbei was probably the only person in the Zhang family who truly cared about Zhang Yan, and that was all.

He knew too little about Zhang Yan, and he himself had never talked about anything other than work with others.

Before I knew it, half a bottle of wine had been drunk.

Lin Feng looked towards the entrance again. He seemed to see through the picture frame and the drawing paper that the stubborn donkey turned back. The donkey actually laughed. What the hell.

Lin Feng knew that he had not seen a ghost, but was just a little drunk. He stood up with the help of the sofa, and fortunately, he was able to stand steadily.

It's this house that's shaking.

Lin Feng wanted to put the red wine back into the wine cabinet, but he tried several times and failed to grab the bottle, so he gave up.

Lin Feng walked to the entrance and pointed at the donkey, "Shh, you're laughing too loudly, you'll wake Zhang Yan up."

Lin Feng opened the drawer and looked for the Q-version man inside. Fortunately, there was only one bunch of keys with a keychain, so Lin Feng found it after looking for several times.

Lin Feng wore Zhang Yan's bathrobe and slippers, and walked out of the house, holding on to the wall. It was only three steps away, and he walked very quickly, but the key could not be inserted, so it took some time, but only a few minutes.

Lin Feng staggered back to his bedroom and fell asleep on the bed. He left the bedroom door open and forgot to close the door to his house. The key was still in the lock.

When Aunt Liu came to make breakfast the next morning, she saw that Lin Feng's door was not closed and the spare key was still on the door. This scared Aunt Liu to death.

The aunt thought of all the possibilities, and the more she thought about it, the more frightening it became.

She didn't even dare to go into Zhang Yan's house, and stood in the corridor, anxiously turning around.

Do you want to ask the property security to take a look?

It’s better not to do it. What if I made a mistake and ended up making a fool of myself? That would be really embarrassing.

If this matter gets out, she won't be able to face the senior citizens' university.

Aunt Liu thought about it and found a reliable person. "Hey, Xiao Tang, did I disturb you?"

Xiao Tang on the other end of the phone seemed a little out of breath... This young man, so early in the morning, is so energetic...

When Xiao Tang heard his aunt's hesitant voice, he guessed that she might be thinking about something she shouldn't be thinking about.

Xiao Tang wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and cleared his throat. "Auntie, I was just jogging in the morning. What can I do for you?"

Xiao Tang stopped running and just walked back.

"Oh...oh, I came to the young master's house to make breakfast, and saw that Dr. Lin's door was open and the key was still on the door. I was worried that something had happened to him, but I didn't dare to go in, so I wondered if you could come and take a look." Aunt Liu didn't dare to go in.

When Xiao Tang heard this, he quickened his pace.

"Where's the boss? What's going on at the boss's house?"

"Master, I don't know... I don't dare to go in any door. I have never encountered such a thing..." Aunt Liu looked at the sky outside which was not yet completely bright. She was thinking about whether she should go downstairs first, but she also felt that someone needed to guard the place.

I can only wait for Xiao Tang in this corridor.

After Xiao Tang hung up the phone, he immediately ran home, changed his clothes, and ran downstairs with the car keys.

There were few vehicles on the road in the early morning, and Xiao Tang drove at the speed limit all the way.

As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Aunt Liu, who was so anxious that she was about to cry. Xiao Tang didn't ask Aunt Liu anything because he knew he wouldn't get anything out of her.