After Afeng left, Cheng Fang continued to sit at Yuanyanqi's table without speaking, looking very dull.

"Make you a cup of coffee?" Yuan Yanqi saw that he had no intention of getting off the table or leaving, so he went to get him a cup of coffee.

Cheng Fang looked a little frustrated when he took the coffee. He didn't really drink the coffee. He just looked at the cup for a few seconds and then said, "Old Ma is not very kind."

Hearing this, Yuan Yanqi pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. He didn't say anything and raised his eyes to look at him.

In the past, many of their friends actually had a pretty good relationship. In addition to their own friendship, the intricate interpersonal and cooperative relationships made them even closer. After all, good friends can fall out, but when it comes to relationships and work, they can't really be friends.

No contact at all will make your relationship stronger.

but it is not the truth.

Each one of them has been changed beyond recognition in time.

"Okay, don't think too much. Song Chen is gone. I'll ask A Feng to keep an eye on Lao Ma. I'll hurry up and finish the things at hand these two days. Didn't you say you would go to the old house for dinner on the weekend?

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Cheng Fang took a sip of coffee and sighed, "People are fickle, friendship is hard to keep, and the cost of maintaining friendship is too high."

Yuan Yanqi raised his eyebrows and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"You have to be like me, selflessly giving to you, worrying about whether you have enough to eat and drink, whether you have a happy love life, and wiping your butt, so that we can get to where we are today."

"When you say that, it makes me look like a scumbag," Yuan Yanqi laughed.

"Don't you know whether you are a scumbag or not?" Cheng Fang snorted. Yuan Yanqi looked outside and looked like a dog-like, elegant and gentleman. In front of him, he was just such a worthless and needy scumbag.

"Then, can I go home and rest today?" Yuan Yanqi asked him. Since Cheng Fang wants to be a good person, give him a chance to do it to the end.

"Go back and rest? What's wrong with you?" Cheng Fang asked him.

Yuan Yanqi smiled and said, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable. I miss my wife and children."

Cheng Fang rolled his eyes at him and was speechless. Finally he put down the coffee, jumped off the table and walked directly to the door, "You just went home early today. I will ask someone to come and open your office door tomorrow."

Weld it and lock it in for you later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Fang closed the office door with a bang.

Yuan Yanqi looked at the closed door, laughed, and sat back in the office chair again to continue working.

When he returned from get off work, Jiang Miao was lazily reading on the sofa. Zhang Congshen also moved a chair and sat by the window, looking out the window with a face full of contemplation and confusion.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

When Yuan Yanqi spoke, he glanced at Zhang Congshen, but his eyes were mostly in the direction of Jiang Miao.

When Jiang Miao saw Yuan Yanqi coming back, he showed no expression or stood up. He even moved his body and changed to a more comfortable position to lean on and watch.

Yuan Yanqi walked over, took the book away from her hand, then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"You didn't notice that I was reading a book to improve my cultivation." Jiang Miao took the book back from Yuan Yanqi's hand and continued reading.

Yuan Yanqi smiled, patted her head, then glanced in the direction of Zhang Congshen, and asked Jiang Miao in a low voice, "What's wrong with him?"

Something wasn't right with Zhang Congshen. It would have been impossible for him to sit still for so long. He didn't react when he came back.

"I don't know," Jiang Miao shrugged.

Zhang Congshen had been sitting there since she woke up from her nap. She said before that Zhang Yang might not come back to live in the next few days and might be in Yuanyanqi again, so she packed some things for Zhang Yang and sent them there.

He drove there by himself. When Jiang Miao took a nap, he was already back, but he kept sitting like this after he came back.

Yuan Yanqi frowned, sighed lightly, then moved a chair to the window and sat side by side with Zhang Congshen.

Zhang Congshen turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes subtle.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yanqi spoke, lowering his voice as he spoke, and glanced at Jiang Miao who was continuing to read on the sofa.

"How about I call Zhang Yang back? What's the point of living at your place all the time?"

"He can stay if he likes. It's not like he won't come back. It's just that it's closer over there if it's late."

Yuan Yanqi lives here now. Anyway, that side is vacant. Zhang Yang can live wherever he wants. Yuan Yanqi doesn't care about this.

"Then he..." Zhang Congshen looked troubled and hesitated to speak.

"Did you send him something today?" Yuan Yanqi smiled and continued to test, "He's not here?"

"Here, it's... very messy inside." Zhang Congshen frowned deeply.

"Clean up the mess yourself. Treat it as exercise. If it really doesn't work, ask an aunt to come over and clean it up every two days."

Yuan Yanqi looked into Zhang Congshen's eyes, and then said, "Did you quarrel with him in the past?"

"He, he, I still think about him coming back to live every day, hey." Zhang Congshen sighed deeply, and then suddenly stood up, "My back hurts after sitting for a long time, so I went out for a walk."

Yuan Yanqi watched Zhang Congshen's figure go out, and then turned to look at Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao probably heard the word quarrel, so she was looking at Yuan Yanqi with intense eyes at this moment.

Yuan Yanqi put the chair back, then went over to sit with Jiang Miao.

"What else does a guy who succeeds but fails more than quarrel with his father do?" Jiang Miao frowned and shook his head. Zhang Yang looked like he was just feeding on his old age. He didn't do anything after he came back. This is what he is doing now.

Even setting up a stall and painting makes me restless.

Yuan Yanqi looked at Jiang Miao, smiled, and said nothing. He just picked up the book she had put down and flipped through it.

Jiang Miao took a deep breath and called Zhang Yang, but was hung up on.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, "Good guy, hang up on me?"

Not giving up, Jiang Miao called again, but was still hung up on.

Jiang Miao changed the message she sent, but to her surprise, this guy actually replied.

"What do you do if you don't answer the phone and reply to the message?" Jiang Miao laughed, "Are you kidnapped? Are you afraid that you will reveal your secret when you answer the phone?"

Yuan Yanqi said nothing and raised his eyes to look at her, wondering if she had watched some strange drama recently.

-Did you and your dad quarrel again? Uncle Zhang has been depressed since he came back.

Jiang Miao sent a message.

Zhang Yang responded, not answering the phone, but replying to the message was quite positive.

- There was no quarrel. I was still sleeping when he came. How could there be a quarrel?

Jiang Miao laughed and continued to reply to messages.

—How did you offend him?

—I drank too much last night. He didn’t say hello when he came. He came in with the spare key while I was still sleeping.

-so what?

—The bed is a little messy. He may have misunderstood. There is someone next to me.

Jiang Miao opened her eyes wide and was in disbelief.

—You brought a woman back?

—Not a woman.

Jiang Miao looked at the phone screen, then looked at Yuan Yanqi, and then slowly raised the phone, "Can you help me understand it?"

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