Top stars live opposite the door

Chapter 8 How She Appeared at His Door

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Unknowingly drinking until one o'clock in the morning, An Xizi was driven home by Yuan Yuan's replacement driver.

When we arrived at the underground parking lot, the driver had just stepped on the brakes when An Xizi took out two bright red RMB and sent him away.

After getting out of the car, she rubbed her temples tiredly.Leaning against the car, he dug out the lighter and women's cigarettes from his bag.

The lighter was lit in the dark underground parking lot, and the dancing flame slowly wrapped the tail of the cigarette.

It wasn't until the cigarette was lit for a while that An Xizi put out the lighter and took a slow puff.

After flicking the cigarette ash elegantly and frivolously, she slowly approached the trash can on the side pillar, pressed the cigarette butt on the iron trash can lid to extinguish it, and threw it in.

The alcohol was temporarily suppressed by the cigarette just now, because he staggered and couldn't walk steadily.So An Xizi took off his high heels and held them in his hands.

It was only when I walked into the elevator that I felt a little cold. I subconsciously looked down and saw that my coat had been left on the bar.

Now all that remains is the apricot pleated buttock bandeau underneath.

It's all the fault of Chi Mu, who insisted on dragging her to dance on the dance floor.He also pulled off her coat.

His vision gradually blurred, An Xizi entered the elevator and pressed the elevator button on the fourth floor.Her stomach was overwhelmed, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol lingered in her nostrils, making it difficult for her to stay awake.

He stepped out of the elevator a little unsteadily, his white feet pressed against the cold porcelain floor, slightly numb.

An Xizi can't tell the left and the right, and can't see the way.

The last bit of sobriety reminded herself that she was really drunk.

He leaned against the wall and groped his way to the door, trying to see the house number clearly with his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see it clearly.

After entering the password randomly, the door handle cannot be opened no matter how I turn it.

An Xizi shook his head trying to stay awake, and cursed in a clear tone: "What kind of garbage lock."

Lose again, still can't open.

She slammed her high heels on the door angrily, then sat down and leaned against the door tired.

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Xu Xingyi was taking a bath in the bathroom, the warm water was sprinkled from the shower head, and the bathroom was soon filled with hot mist.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, he raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, letting the warm water slowly slide down on his face.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of her who was picking up postcards with her head down coldly.

That look of not getting close to strangers is something that he can't forget, it seems to be a trick to get him.

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As soon as he got out of the bathroom, he heard a knock on the door.

Xu Xingyi casually threw the towel with which he was wiping his hair on the sofa in the living room. Before he could change his clothes, he wrapped a bath towel and approached the door, but found nothing through the peephole.

He opened the door with some doubts, only to see An Xizi lying outside the door reeking of alcohol.

Xu Xing was stunned, when did God favor him so much?You were thinking about her just now, and now you have her delivered to your door?
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After being stunned for a few seconds, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the high heels she threw aside.

After calling a few times but no response, Xu Xingyi gently picked up An Xizi and put him on the sofa in the living room.Then he picked up her high heels and bag.

After entering the bedroom and changing into a set of home clothes, he sat on the tea table and looked at An Xizi who was sleeping.

How could she appear at his door?

Private meal?
Paparazzi?

But, isn't she a writer? She can't be a paparazzi.

Then she is his illegitimate meal.

But that day at the airport, she clearly ignored her.This is not the attitude a fan should have towards idols.

Just when Xu Xingyi was puzzled, a mobile phone rang suddenly from An Xizi's bag.

He collected himself, and then took out his mobile phone from his bag.

Looking at Note Yuanyuan's caller ID, he hesitated whether to answer or not.

After hesitating, he slid down to answer.

On the phone, Yuanyuan came with a worried voice: "Xizi, have you gone home yet?"

(End of this chapter)