Lynch almost blurted out, 'Listen to my explanation', fortunately he was still clear-headed, and he said a while in his mouth, and turned into - "Why are you back?"

"Come back?" Ye Feihong keenly grabbed these two words.

Di Lan stepped forward and pulled Ye Feihong's hand away. He was amazingly strong. Ye Feihong was born in a martial arts industry and still exercised regularly now. After being pulled by Di Lan, he had no power to fight back and didn't even say anything.

Di Lan threw the exit out of Lynch's home.

With a "bang", the melodious music on the door lock came. Lynch's heart jumped. He was still calm on the surface. When he met Di Lan's black eyes, he couldn't help but say, "I didn't give it to him."

Wear slippers.”

Di Lan's eyes were lowered, and there were obviously exquisite and precious black leather shoes at the entrance.

Ye Feihong was pushed out, his expression was quite shocked. Before he could come back to his senses from Di Lan's strange power, the door opened again.

Di Lan laughed at Ye Feihong without a smile, and kicked up. The exquisite leather shoes shot out from the door like shells. Ye Feihong almost didn't have time to dodge, and after dodging to the side in a embarrassed manner, "

With a bang, the door closed again.

Di Lan completed the plan in one go, and said to Lynch with a bright sunshine as if it were always sunny: "I'm back! Do you miss me?"

Lynch: “…”

After calming down his speechless mood, Lynch passed by directly around him and opened the door again. There was no one at the door. The elevator showed that it was down to the 8th floor. Lynch sighed and closed the door again.

Di Lan looked at him with a faint look. At this moment, silence was better than sound, and her handsome face was full of condemnation.

Lynch spread his palms and lay quietly with the key of Mercedes-Benz, "What should I do?"

Di Lan's pupils shrank slightly, "What did he give it?"

Lynch nodded.

Di Lan: "..."

Why is this person so shameless and tempting money?

Di Lan gritted her teeth and wished she could go to the underground parking lot and have a Mortal Kombat with Ye Feihong now.

"You haven't said yet, why are you back?" Lynch put the key on the entrance, opened the shoe cabinet door on his own initiative, and gestured to Di Lan to take the slippers with his eyes.

Di Lan bent down and took the slippers, confirmed that the slippers were "dog-free". He replied with a dysfunctional question: "Why is he here? Why are he still sending you a car? Do you want to dig you?"

"No," Lynch said carelessly, "he wants to fuck me."

Di Lan's movement of wearing shoes was stopped, and she looked up at Lynch, and the expression on her face could only be described as dull.

Lynch continued without changing his face: "Nonsense, isn't it just digging me, is it just puffing me?"

Di Lan is still in petrochemical industry. He thinks Lynch did it on purpose. Lynch has received his signal, but he still uses it to tease him. Di Lan's brain, which had just stopped for a moment, suddenly became alive, and he said: "He wants it."

I'll dry it for you."

Lynch turned his face and said, "Change shoes and explain clearly."

Di Lan obediently changed into her shoes and went over.

There were two cups with water poured on the coffee table. Di Lan's eyes fell on one of the cups. He knew Lynch's habit of sitting on the sofa, and speculated that the cup on the inside was Lynch's, and the one on the outside...of course it was a dog's.

"He hadn't had time to drink," Lynch explained.

Di Lan's face was slightly relaxed, "Why pour water for him?"

Lynch sat down lazyly and said slowly: "I wanted to find an opportunity to splash, but I didn't find it."

Di Lan sighed regretfully, "Do you still need to find an opportunity? As soon as he sat down... no, you pour water directly, you pour it on," he touched the glass and said angrily: "It's still cold water."

Lynch: “…”

"Stop messing around," Lynch rubbed his forehead, "Why are you back?"

Di Lan's face looked a little awkward, "I've asked for leave."

Lynch raised his eyebrows: "Again?"

Di Lan glanced at him, feeling a little irritated, and lowered her head and did not defend herself, "I'm lazy, you scold me."

Lynch had seen Di Lan act seriously and knew that he was not that kind of person. He patiently asked: "What happened to the crew? Or are you having any personal reasons."

Di Lan lowered her head and said vaguely: "There is some private matter."

"How long will it take for a leave?"

“Until 7 a.m. tomorrow.”

"So nervous? What's the matter?"

Di Lan raised her head, looked at Lynch deeply, and stood up and went into her room without saying anything.

Lynch touched his nose and always felt that Di Lan's eyes seemed to have a deep meaning.

Lynch walked to Di Lan's door and knocked on the door gently, "Don't run around when you stay at home. You can do private matters, be careful not to be too out of line."

Di Lan immediately opened the door, "Are you going out?"

Lynch said: "Well, the hot potato cannot be held in his hands."

Di Lan looked at the entrance and said boredly: "I'll go."

"You can't," Lynch took a step to the side, blocking Di Lan's footsteps, "Don't you have a private matter to do?"

"This is also a private matter." Di Lan directly grabbed Lynch's shoulder, turned the person around, and quickly went to the entrance to get the key. Everyone almost drifted out of the afterimage throughout the journey.

Lynch looked at the closed door and thought to himself: Silly kid, do you know where to park your car?

When Di Lan arrived at the underground garage, he found that at least one-third of the underground garage was Mercedes-Benz.

This leads the nationwide sales.

Holding the key of Mercedes-Benz in his hand, Di Lan looked back at the automatic door of the underground garage, feeling that if she went up in shame and asked Lynch where she was parking, she would definitely be very stupid.

I was running too anxiously, and I didn't take my phone in my jacket.

Di Lan held the car key in her hand and wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Lynch changed into clothes that could go out, and took the documents he wanted to take back to the company, and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

The automatic door opened, and Lynch didn't see Di Lan. He shuttled through the parking lot for a while before he saw a tall and straight figure comparable to a male model - pressing the key in front of a Mercedes-Benz.

It wasn't this one, Di Lan walked forward a few steps irritably, and another Mercedes-Benz was pressed, but there was still no response. There was no sound in the nearby Mercedes-Benz.

"152." Lynch's voice sounded behind him, Di Lan turned her face stiffly, and Lynch's smile could no longer hold back. The scene just now was so stupid that everyone who saw it could not help laughing.

“On 152.”

Di Lan blushed with a rare look, then an angry look appeared on his face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "152?"

Lynch didn't understand, so, "Yes."

Di Lan thought to herself that the arrangement and combination is just ‘521’?

OK, the middle-aged greasy man, it turns out that he is really shameless.

"Give me the car keys, I'll pay them back." Lynch stretched out his hand.

Di Lan refused to let Lynch touch the dog-like car key again. He remembered that Ye Feihong was pulling Lynch's hand. Di Lan was so angry that she was so angry that she was bleeding from the brain. She said to Lynch, who was wearing a suit in the door.

: "If you have something to do, go and do it well."

Lynch couldn't persuade Di Lan, so he had to tell him not to do anything. He looked back at Di Lan in one step and three times. Di Lan waved to him, his face shining with a bright sunshine.

After Lynch's figure completely disappeared, Di Lan put away her smile and looked cold, not teaching Ye Feihong any lessons. He really thought he was qualified to appear in front of Lynch.

Lynch returned to the company. As soon as the person entered the company building, the employee coming towards him screamed. Lynch was frightened and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

The little employee's eyes were sloppy and he said in surprise: "Brother Lin, aren't you resting today? Why are you here?"

"You Mr. Tang made a false statement, and you came here if you have nothing to do." Lynch said, walking forward with the folder in his hand.

The young employee hurriedly stopped him, blocked Lynch's arms and said stutteringly: "Lin, Brother Lin, why don't you go back?"

Lynch's brows frowned even tighter, "What's wrong?"

"Pull the high point, high point," Tang Jingchuan waved, "After the high point, the left side is a little crooked, swinging a little bit."

"Mr. Tang, is this okay?" The employee lying on the ladder turned around and saw Lynch at the door screaming "ah".

Tang Jingchuan said: "What's the name? I'm scared."

"Lin, Brother Lin..." The employee pointed behind Tang Jingchuan.

Tang Jingchuan turned around and saw Lynch with disagreement.

In the office, Tang Jingchuan beat his chest and stamped his feet, "You have been working so many days. Didn't I let you rest at home? Why are you running over again?"

Lynch played with Lego on his desk, raised his eyes and smiled, "I appreciate the meaning, there is no need to be such a big fight, thank you."

Tang Jingchuan was too depressed.

Today is Lynch's birthday. According to Lynch's personality, he must have forgotten everything himself. Tang Jingchuan has planned to let everyone in the company surprise Lynch and give a death order to let Lynch be at home.

After resting, I didn't expect Lynch to come anyway.

This is fine.
To be continued...