Chapter 34 Crossover

Shen Boyan was stunned for a moment.

He didn't know why he was stunned. It was just an ordinary sunny doll, and it even looked like a random item bought from a street stall.

The low-quality and cheap smiling face slowly turned away with the wind, leaving only a blank back of the head.

As soon as Shen Boyan loosened his grip, the curtains fell down, completely covering the Sunny Baby.

"I'm fine." Meng Xinqiao's voice came, "Professor Shen, let's go?"

"...Yeah." Shen Boyan turned around and responded, "Let's go."

Meng Xinqiao smiled at him laughed.

Under Meng Xinqiao's smile, Shen Boyan absentmindedly walked downstairs with him.

He remembered very clearly that there was also a sunny doll hanging on the balcony of Cheng Wenjun's rental house.

In that rental house from long ago.

Shen Boyan didn't know why, but the moment he saw the Qingtian doll, an inexplicable sense of déjà vu suddenly struck his heart.

A warm room with sunny dolls flying in the wind.

How could he be made to think that this house was very similar to Cheng Wenjun's rental house?

He was distracted when Meng Xinqiao touched his shoulder.

"Professor Shen," he said, "we are here."

Shen Boyan suddenly came back to his senses: "Oh, okay."...

Meng Xinqiao didn't know where he found this store. The store was small and simple, but the taste was amazing. Surprisingly good.

Shen Boyan is not very good at spicy food, and the slightly spicy ones in the store are just within his tolerance threshold.

They chatted while eating. Through the steaming mist on the hot pot, Shen Boyan looked at Meng Xinqiao's smiling face and felt more familiar in a daze.

He knew that it was the Sunny Day doll and the series of mysterious things that had happened recently that made him have inexplicable associations.

But no matter what, he has always believed that a vague feeling cannot be compared with the irrefutable fact, let alone such a vague sense of déjà vu.

You can't just start thinking wildly when you meet someone.

Shen Boyan warned himself like this.

After eating, they parted at the intersection of the community.

The street lights were already on at this time, illuminating the cobblestone paths together with the city lights.

"Professor Shen, I'll go over there then." Meng Xinqiao stopped and said to Shen Boyan.

"Okay." Shen Boyan said goodbye to him, "Goodbye."

"Can we make another appointment next time?" Meng Xinqiao asked.

His eyes were open and calm, and Shen Boyan didn't want to think too much.

"Okay." Shen Boyan replied.

Meng Xinqiao smiled happily.

"Bye~" He waved to Shen Boyan, turned around and walked in the opposite direction to Shen Boyan.

Shen Boyan stood there and watched his figure disappear at the end of the path.

He suppressed his strange thoughts, turned around and walked back to his home. But after taking a few steps, he suddenly saw Cheng Wenjun not far away.

Cheng Wenjun just stood there calmly, looking at Shen Boyan with dark eyes.

Shen Boyan felt uncomfortable for no reason. He paused and called out, "Cheng Wenjun?"

"Xiaoyan," Cheng Wenjun looked at him with a half-hearted smile, "Did you just come back with Meng Xinqiao?"

"Well, yes. Shen Boyan didn't think it was anything, and just answered bluntly, "We just finished eating together."

"...That's it." Cheng Wenjun's expression still didn't look much better.

He did not take the initiative to approach Shen Boyan, but stood rather stubbornly and said to Shen Boyan, "I don't know if I worry too much. I always feel that this person's motives are impure."

"It's okay." Shen Boyan Boyan felt that he should have followed Cheng Wenjun's instructions for that strategy mission, but he just felt a little disgusted by Cheng Wenjun's inexplicable suspicion of Meng Xinqiao.

This is obviously not the answer Cheng Wenjun wants to hear.

"I'd never heard of this guy before," he said. "Just after we got married, he suddenly showed up and got close to you...and was so attentive to you." So what?

Shen Boyan became increasingly unhappy.

"Not very attentive." Shen Boyan frowned, "Normally I don't communicate much with him."

"He has been looking for you since the last time we went on the yacht. This time he invited you to dinner alone." Cheng Wenjun finally couldn't bear it anymore Stop and take a step forward slightly.

"This is all normal communication between friends." Shen Boyan looked at him calmly, "Don't you and Fang Shengyun know how to meet, say hello, and have dinner together?"

"Xiaoyan," Cheng Wenjun hesitated. "You..."

"You don't have to think too much." Shen Boyan said, "I have nothing to be coveted, and I am not a child who knows nothing."

He looked at Cheng Wenjun, whose face was a little pale, and finally felt very difficult And he added against his will: "We have a marriage relationship, which is different from other people's relationships." When

Cheng Wenjun heard this, he finally twitched the corners of his lips, and his smile became a little more genuine.

He came forward condescendingly and said, "It's very late. Let's go back quickly." Then go back.

As soon as Shen Boyan and Cheng Wenjun were side by side, he immediately began to feel uncomfortable.

After being tormented by Cheng Wenjun, Shen Boyan had nothing else to say to him. Cheng Wenjun seemed to be very tired, his expression was exhausted, and his whole person was very depressed.

No one of them took the initiative to liven up the atmosphere, and returned home without saying anything. They went back to their respective rooms like two middle-aged couples who seemed to be inseparable.

Once the door closed, there was no more conversation.

Late at night, Shen Boyan reported to Shen Boyan: [Cheng Wen'an went to the company today. ]

[ Taking advantage of Cheng Wenjun's absence during the Chinese New Year, he took office directly and even packed up his office. ]

Shen Boyan was surprised: [Is anyone still working overtime during the New Year? ]

Shen Boxuan said he was not surprised: [It’s okay to pay overtime, someone will come. ]

[Anyway, Jiang Jing found out and took people to the company to make trouble. It was filmed in public and almost posted online. ]

[So he is going to do this today? 】Shen Boyan asked.

[Of course, he was so worried and ridiculed by his uncle. ] Shen Boxuan laughed mercilessly, [Both he and Jiang Jing must be mad to death. 】

She asked: 【How is it? What's going on with Cheng Wenjun? ]

Shen Boyan replied: [It's still early. ]

[Set the alarm clock. 】

He set an alarm clock, but he didn't plan to sleep.

Time passed little by little, and the clock on the wall ticked. Shen Boyan leaned against the same wall as Cheng Wenjun's room, listening furtively to what was going on there.

Cheng Wenjun was probably very busy. There was constant heavy keyboard tapping in the room, and from time to time there was one or two annoyed sighs.

It wasn't until about one o'clock in the morning that the heavy sound of slippers falling to the ground was heard.

Shen Boyan listened to the sound and walked all the way to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of rushing water came from next door.

The sound of water lasted for about ten minutes, and then the door opened. After a while, Cheng Wenjun didn't seem to start typing on the keyboard again, but returned to bed.

Is he going to rest?

Shen Boyan did not expect this result to occur.

But contrary to expectations, there was nothing there except a few creaking sounds caused by turning over. Failed.

Shen Boyan leaned against the rough wall and thought sleepily.

But he didn't want to leave just like that - what if Cheng Wenjun woke up halfway?

Wait until at least half past three.

Shen Boyan told himself this.

He leaned against the wall and listened intently to what was going on next door.

Time passed little by little, and only the faint sound of the wall clock was left in the room.

Shen Boyan was nervous, but his body's instinct always wanted to urge him to sleep.

Under the double tug, his nerves were like strings that could break with just one plucking, crumbling.

Is it over like this...

Under the repeated ticking sound, Shen Boyan's vision blurred a little bit.

But when the needle point of the wall clock slowly pointed to half past three, a "squeak" sound suddenly came from the next door.

This sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Shen Boyan woke up suddenly and sat upright instantly.

"System." Cheng Wenjun's voice came vaguely from the wall, "How is the progress of my strategy today?"

Shen Boyan's heartbeat accelerated, his brain heated up, and he listened attentively.

Then, a low, grainy voice sounded.

The voice was vaguer than Cheng Wenjun's, like a whisper, so light that it would disappear if the wind blew.

"It reached ten percent in the morning, dropped and rose again in the afternoon. It is now stable at eleven percent."

"Congratulations, host."