Perfect Match

The wind was screaming and the snow was blowing. He lived alone in an ice cellar-like rental house, listening to the huge wind outside all night, a heart hung all night and all night, as soon as his fingers near the seam of the window, he was almost frozen out of consciousness. One night the wind and snow raged past, and it was dawning. There were fallen trees, blowing signs, collapsed shacks along the street ...

Forget it.

You don't have to rush to kill.

For personal reasons, he could not tolerate Zheng Feiyan's long stay, but for moral reasons, he could stay Zheng Feiyan for one night.

With Dai Xiao and Cheng Xiu, nothing should happen.

He An finally relented and said softly, "Just one night."

Zheng Fei was so happy that the flame of hope ignited in his eyes.

The gaze was too hot, and He An was staring uncomfortably, saying, "Don't look at me like that, I don't mean that you want to stay long. When the snow stops, you must return the key to me and go back to Yuanjiang."

"I know." Zheng Feiyu laughed. "It's better than staying one night."

He An was still not assured. After thinking about it, he asked him about the three chapters of the law: "In the inn, you can't put up a master's shelf."

"Guarantee not."

"You can't be too close to Suzuran."

"it is good."

"A lot of us live here are Omega, you have to put away the pheromone, you can't disturb them."

Regarding this request, Zheng Feiyu promised to be quite natural: "I already have Omega, and I have no ambition. From the end, I will not be ready to hunt for the second half of my life, you can rest assured."

"..."

He An's throat narrowed, and he suddenly regretted--Cheng Xiu was absent, and Dai Xiao was not. He faced Zheng Feiyan by himself, and seemed to be caught in a cunning trap.

"Then ... come here first and check in."

He turned around uncomfortably, jumped slightly off the threshold, and walked into the courtyard with a basket. Zheng Feiyu immediately followed up, not even taking the suitcase left on the bridge.

When he came out of the small living room, Zheng Feiyu had one more key in his hand: bright silver, hanging a green apple keychain, the pattern was the same as the logo on the inn's signboard, and the handle was curved and very cute.

Looked over, and the room number was thoughtfully written on the keychain.

207.

He could not help but frowned.

The room number is not separated from the key, low-level error.

His professional sensitivity made Zheng Feiyu critical of all details from check-in to check-out. Even in Luocheng, this habit could not be changed for a while. He wanted to go back to He An to talk about it, and then thought about it. Based on his kindness that he was about to fail, he was given lessons as soon as he got the key.

Let's put it first.

He took the box up the second floor, and the room was on the second right.

Opening the door, the room was cleaned with clear windows and decorated with the theme color of the original wood. Tea sets, pillows and bedding were neatly arranged to reflect the style of decorative painting. The sun came in through a floor-to-ceiling window facing south, and when you looked up, you could see flowering branches, flowing clouds, and flying geese walking on.

There was a note paper on the nightstand.

Zheng Feiyu bent over and picked up, and saw a beautiful word:

Welcome to Qingguo, thank you for choosing us in Baijia Inn in Luojing Town. We have hosted many short-term guests, but you are our first long-term guest. Hope that in the coming year, Qingguo will bring the same warmth to your home. If you need it, please let me know.

There is a stick figure drawn in the section, which is a lazy fat cat, signed 666.

This handwriting ...

Zheng Feiyan remembered the old magazines that had been discarded in the rental house.

It's He An's handwriting.

He looked down at the note paper and read the words over and over again. The more he read, the softer his eyes, and finally he couldn't help laughing, and almost felt that every word was a love letter written to him by He An.

Suddenly he thought of something again, raising his head and looking around the room--

Blue towels with white flowers, gray knitted slippers, bouquets cut from branches cut out from the garden ... are these small things also taken care of? Was he even touched the bed where he slept with both hands?