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Chapter 92 Looking at the plane

With his eyes closed, he leaned against the sofa and rubbed his temples a few times, sighed, stood up, pinched the hem of his clothes and lifted them up, took off his shirt, threw it into the dirty clothes basket next to him, and went into the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, he immediately turned off the lights and went to bed.

Five minutes later, he rolled over.

After another 3 minutes, he rolled back.

He tossed and tossed like this for about ten minutes, and he sat up suddenly from the bed.

The room was very quiet, he stared at something with the help of the weak sleep light for a while, then lifted the quilt, stepped on his slippers, and decided to go to the balcony to get some air.

The curtains in the villa rooms are all drawn, and there is no light on the balcony.

The grand situation supported the railing of the balcony, and the wind blew for a while.

It was still a little cold in the morning and night in autumn, and a thin layer of chill gradually spread over his body.

After standing for a while, he leaned on the railing with his elbows, and just about to straighten up and go back to the room, the balcony door next door was pushed open, and there was a sound of a lighter being ignited, and then a very faint smell of smoke drifted over with the night wind.

The balconies of the rooms on the second floor are different from those on the third floor. The entire balconies on the third floor are connected, and the balconies of each room on the second floor are partitioned.

Sheng Guan leaned his upper body out of the guardrail, and saw Lan Bowen standing on the balcony, puffing away at the distant night sky with a satisfied face.

Lambowen took a few puffs of his cigarette, and when he sensed that someone was watching him, he stretched his head out of the balcony with his cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing the grand occasion, he was obviously taken aback, and took the cigarette from his mouth: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Guan's eyes fell on his hand that was casually resting on the railing, which was a little red: "The doctor didn't tell you to smoke less."

"I don't smoke much, I only smoke one a day. I didn't smoke during the day, so I thought about getting one before going to bed." Lan Bowen glanced at the grand occasion: "What about you, why don't you go to bed in the middle of the night and stay outside?"

There happened to be a plane passing by, probably about to land at a nearby airport, driving a little low.

The grand occasion didn't even bother to think of a reason, "Look at the plane."

"..."

Lan Bowen was so perfunctory with the reason that he couldn't be more perfunctory. Lei was silent for a few seconds, and put out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, "Okay, take a look, I'm going back to my room."

Grand occasion did not speak. When Lambowen opened the balcony door, he suddenly asked: "Mosquito, are you sleepy?"

Lan Bowen turned around: "Ah? Not sleepy, what's wrong?"

Grand occasion: "Talk about your heart?"

"..."

Rambowen thought to himself, I have a fucking heart to talk to you.

After thinking about it, after ten seconds, Lan Bowen leaned back on the railing again, and the two began to talk through a wall of the balcony.

After talking for 5 minutes, the balcony was still quiet.

Lan Bowen couldn't stand it anymore: "You are talking about it."

Sheng Guan said: "Let me think about it."

This thought was another long silence.

Lambowen couldn't help it again: "Haven't thought about it yet?"

In fact, at the beginning, Shengguan really wanted to talk to Ram Bowen about the girl who lived on the third floor, but after thinking about it for a while, he found that there seemed to be nothing to talk about.

What to talk about?
Tan people are his little fans, the kind of thieves fans, and they are also the kind of fans who are not brain-dead, especially rational and three-view, not to mention, they are very attentive.

Then he gets upset.

This is obviously a very happy thing, but he is actually upset.

Speaking out, Lan Bowen may suspect that he has some serious illness.

The grand situation was silent for a few seconds: "Forget it, let's not talk about it."

Lan Bowen wanted to scold people a little bit: "Are you kidding me at night?"

Sheng Guan said: "Then if you insist on talking, let's talk."

Lambowen wanted to hit someone, but who the hell insisted on talking about it.

Before Lan Bowen could get angry, the grand occasion said, "Talk about your girlfriend."

The irritability on Lan Bowen's face dissipated instantly: "It's my wife, we got the certificate, thank you."

After a pause, Lan Bowen turned his head to look at the grand situation: "You have nothing to do, why are you talking about my wife?"

Grand occasion let out an "ah" and seemed a bit unconcerned and said: "Isn't your wife a fan of yours? I'm just curious. How did you fall in love with your wife among so many fans?"

(End of this chapter)