Han Zong: Start from Chinatown and dominate South Korea

Before Bai Chengze could speak, Yichen's eyes fixed on his hands again.

"Wow, you bought so many delicious food?!"

Seeing this scene, Bai Chengze shrugged.

The two pushed and shoved into the house.

Yichen's appearance tonight was really beyond Bai Chengze's expectation.

Because today he has an appointment with Yang Qiaoan to have dinner together tonight.

In the end, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and was completely disrupted by Yichen.

Inside the small apartment, Yi Chen was full of enthusiasm, took the big and small bags, put them on the table, then squeezed out an octopus ball, took half a bite, and stuffed the other half into Bai Chengze's mouth.

She leaned against Bai Chengze, and rubbed the two round white rabbits against his chest, slurring her words, "Should we have class first, or dinner first?"

Bai Chengze pushed her down on the chair, "Of course we should eat first, otherwise it would be cold."

The two took out all kinds of food from the plastic bags one by one and placed them on the table.

Because they were brought back from Chinatown, most of them are some special snacks, such as croquettes, taro balls, salted duck and roast duck, fried chicken and rice cakes, all kinds and very rich.

The two gorged themselves, each struggling to swallow.

Sitting opposite Bai Chengze, Yichen opened his mouth wide and pointed at his own throat, "Did you see it?"

"What?" Bai Chengze looked puzzled.

"It's all your fault," Yi Chen curled her lips, "I got an infection!"

"Are you a wicked person to sue first?" Bai Chengze frowned, stuck out his tongue, and said falteringly, "Look at your good deeds, my tongue almost got stuck in it!"

"Obviously you asked for it, you asked for it!" Yichen's cheeks turned red quickly.

"Who knew you were so insidious." Bai Chengze was not to be outdone.

The two quarreled back and forth a few times,

Soon the joyful demeanor was restored again.

at the same time,

On the other side, in the next room.

Yang Qiaoan was standing in the small kitchen, timidly pouring vegetables into the oil pan.

The hot oil and the water stains of the vegetables collided together, making a "sizzling" sound.

Yang Qiaoan wiped her hands on the apron, picked up the spatula, and rummaged through the pot for a while in fear.

After an earth-shaking toss, a plate of dark fried cabbage was finally pulled into the plate.

Looking at the dishes that didn't look very good, Yang Qiaoan gently put her nose on them and sniffed them one by one.

As her nose twitched, her face became more serious.

Although the color and smell are not the same, but at least the dish is made into a shape.

If nothing else, it shouldn't kill anyone.

Joan went back and forth several times in the kitchen and the living room, brought the dishes to the table one by one, adjusted the order several times painstakingly, arranged the large and small plates neatly, even the position of the bowls and chopsticks was different. Ingenuity.

After finishing all this, she took a long breath, took off her apron, and carefully folded it neatly.

Going into the bedroom and changing into elegant clothes, Qiao An stood in front of the mirror, touched his chin and looked at his cheeks left and right. He was quite satisfied with today's state.

I looked at the time, it was past seven o'clock in the evening.

Presumably, Mr. Chengze has already returned from get off work.

She sat on the sofa and waited for a while, looking at the watch on the wall from time to time.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the agreed time gradually passed.

Maybe it was an accident?

Or stuck in traffic?

Qiao An couldn't make up her mind, thought about it, and made a phone call.

on the other end of the phone,

Yichen blushed and patted Bai Chengze's arm, "Did your phone ring?"

Bai Chengze groped around the bed, and when he saw the phone number on the screen, he hesitated a little.

After thinking about it again and again, he put down his phone, "It's a call from the real estate agent."

After finishing speaking, Bai Chengze immersed himself in his work again.

……

the next room,

Yang Qiaoan gently put the phone back in his pocket,

Because Bai Chengze could not be contacted, she began to feel restless.

He hesitated for a while in the living room.

Her two sharp ears twitched unconsciously as if they had come into contact with some suspicious movement.

Then, she stood up, frowned, and gently pressed half of her cheek against the wall.

After listening for a while, the heartbeat became faster and faster.

She glanced at the food on the table inadvertently, and felt displeasure in her heart.

Joan brought a trash can and poured the meals into it one by one.

He came to the sink in the restaurant with a stack of oily plates in his arms, and threw the plates into the water with a single brain.

Afterwards, she lay on her back on the sofa in the living room, her thoughts flying like a bird.

The voices from next door were still coming continuously, which annoyed her very much.

For some unknown reason, she made another phone call out of nowhere.

After the phone beeped twice, a female voice came, "Who is there?"

Hearing this voice, Yang Qiaoan was a little at a loss, and began to resent herself for making this call.

She held the phone in a daze for a while, then pressed the end button.

A huge sense of emptiness and powerlessness gradually engulfed her.

Joan sat slumped on the sofa, looking at the flawless white ceiling.

"how so…"

"I should have thought of it earlier..."

The resentment and resentment made Yang Qiaoan extremely messy.

She felt strangely stupid,

But can't say why.

She turned on the TV casually, switching through different channels aimlessly.

The pictures on TV are colorful and unique.

For a while it was a sci-fi movie, and for a while it was a theatrical stage.

One moment is the animal world, and the other is a comedy.

I flicked through it for a while, but none of the programs could enter Yang Qiaoan's heart.

The bursts of voices from the next door became more and more clear.

Even the noisy movement of the TV could not cover it up.

For some reason, Joan's mind became complicated.

As if the body is out of control,

Suddenly, she turned off the TV.

Then put his ears against the wall slowly...

【19】Only the world where Joan was injured

apartment building, room 1601,

Yang Qiaoan slowly slid on the sofa.

at the same time,

The ethereal voice also stopped.

The night outside the window was silent, rich and thick.

Wanjia lights are dotted in the night sky, like small orange lights.

The colorful neon is still flashing and dazzling as usual.

The lights of cars on the street connect end to end, like long snakes.

This is an extraordinary night in Seoul.

Under the same sky, everyone lives a different life and has different thoughts.

At this moment, Yang Qiao'an is full of worries.

She sat on the sofa for a while,

He picked up the TV remote control and turned on an unknown channel.

After dawdling for a while, Yang Qiaoan stood up.

She came to the bathroom,

In the washbasin of the washstand,