Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 235 Aunt is still on her way on horseback

When the elevated road reopened to traffic, all the drivers who had been stuck in traffic from afternoon to evening cheered in unison.

In the dead of winter, who would want to be stuck in traffic on the elevated highway if they had a choice?

Now everyone can finally go home.

As traffic gradually resumed, Nanfeng led Yu Mo and the other three directly off the elevated road and back to their apartment.

Zhanbo and Yifei also drove their convertible sports car back to the apartment at a leisurely pace.

Before the road was reopened, they had already cleared up the misunderstanding with the judo coach, and the people in both vehicles successfully put aside their differences.

After all, who would have thought that such a small training vehicle could be a treasure trove of hidden talents?

The driver who looked fierce was actually just someone who had polio as a child and now suffers from muscle spasms, making it impossible for him to control his facial expressions.

The mysterious judo head coach was only able to squint because the bruising was pressing on his optic nerve.

He appeared to be staring intently at Zhanbo, but in reality, he spent the entire traffic jam watching the car's TV.

Yifei said that he had been staring at Zhanbo for a long time, but she couldn't catch his gaze.

She had mistakenly thought that this coach was a master of subtle, hidden brilliance in his eyes.

After all that, it turned out that it was just me and Zhanbo having wild thoughts.

Ziqiao seemed to have successfully captured a new prey. He made a phone call to tell Yifei and Zhanbo not to wait for him, and then left the elevated road in the beautiful woman's car.

Tonight must be another night of pure bliss for Ziqiao.

About two or three hours after the seven returned to the apartment, Zeng Xiaoxian and Guangu also took a taxi back.

It is said that his live stream went very smoothly, but Nanfeng and the others were watching the performance on the overpass at the time and obviously did not pay attention to Teacher Zeng's live stream.

Yifei and Zhanbo managed to watch Xiaoxian's live stream on the judo coach's car TV. They could only say that their station's interviews were indeed too friendly to Zeng Xiaoxian.

Regardless of the viewership and attention garnered by this live stream, the most important thing is that Zeng Xiaoxian successfully gained favor with those high-ranking leaders through this live stream.

This seemingly insignificant chemistry may seem unimportant in ordinary times, but it could play a crucial role at a critical moment.

After venting her anger, Wan Yu's energy and spirits were noticeably better, but Nan Feng and Yu Mo both knew that this was only temporary.

Humans are ultimately emotional beings, and many things cannot be rushed forward without any scruples just because you know the right answer.

Even if Nanfeng tells Wanyu what to do, as time goes by, she will still slowly feel confused and in pain.

However, as Nanfeng said, the confusion was Wanyu's dizzying feeling of gaining freedom.

Pain represents the wings of her dreams bursting forth.

These are all normal psychological phenomena, because Nanfeng himself went through the same thing back then.

Therefore, Nanfeng believed that Wanyu could definitely do it too, because she was more courageous than she had been back then.

As the bells rang in pursuit of freedom and dreams, everyone gathered in the apartment to mark the passing of 2014.

This was the first time in Nanfeng's life that he had gathered with so many people to celebrate the New Year. Looking at the smiling faces around him, he couldn't help but smile brightly as well.

Nanfeng really hoped that this feeling of happiness and joy could last a little longer, much longer.

……

"Nanfeng, you don't seem very happy today. Is something bothering you?"

In room 3602, apart from Teacher Zeng, who had just finished her night shift and was catching up on sleep, and Zi Qiao, who was still hungover, everyone else was having breakfast together.

Looking at Nanfeng, who had a murderous look on his face, Yu Mo asked the question above with trepidation.

Nanfeng forced a chilling smile, her face expressionless: "Really?"

Yifei swallowed hard and hummed a few times: "Hehe, if you wore a mask, we really wouldn't be able to tell."

Nanfeng's current state even made her a little scared.

Who is this reckless person who managed to provoke Nanfeng into this state?

Seeing that Nanfeng was almost chopping the spring rolls on his plate into mincemeat with his knife and fork, Curry Sauce, who cherishes food, weakly reminded him, "Teacher Nanfeng, these are spring rolls, not steak."

"And even steak shouldn't be cut this finely."

"It's okay to chop it into smaller pieces, I'll soak it all in the broth later!" Nanfeng said through gritted teeth.

Zhanbo looked puzzled: "Nanfeng, who on earth provoked you to this state?"

Mika, meanwhile, happily ate her breakfast, saying with a smug look, "We're all eating here, who else could it be?"

Everyone suddenly realized.

This question seems to be a choice between two options, but judging from Mika's gloating expression, it's quite obvious who the culprit is.

You, Lu Ziqiao, are the one who really courts death.

"Good morning, everyone's having breakfast."

Just then, Ziqiao yawned and stretched as he walked out of the room.

"What delicious food are you all eating? Is there any for me?"

Still hungover and reeking of alcohol, Zi Qiao asked in a daze.

Nanfeng gripped her knife and fork tightly: "A new dish in Shanghai, spring rolls soaked in soy milk, do you want some?"

"What a load of nonsense."

Half asleep, Zi Qiao caught a glimpse of Nan Feng staring at him with an unfriendly expression out of the corner of his eye, and he instantly woke up.

"Oh dear, I just remembered I have something to do and I have to go now. You guys enjoy your meal, don't worry about me."

Before Ziqiao could finish speaking, he had already moved to the entrance of 3602.

"You think you can run now? Let's see if you can come back later!"

Nanfeng's threatening words came from behind.

Ziqiao froze, and after hesitating for a long time, he resigned himself to his fate and walked back with his head down.

"Nanfeng, hiccup..." Ziqiao gave a fawning smile, but couldn't help but hiccup halfway through his sentence.

"Ugh..." Everyone pinched their noses in disgust and fanned away the stench of alcohol in the air.

Nanfeng sneered, "You little bastard, are you sober now?"

"Actually, not yet..." Ziqiao said with a sheepish smile.

"It's okay, as long as you remember what happened early this morning."

Nanfeng pointed his knife and fork at Ziqiao, exuding an aura of "If you dare to say you don't remember, I'll stab you to death with this knife and fork."

Faced with this situation, Ziqiao dared not say that he did not remember.

He could only nod weakly and say, "I do remember, but I was completely drunk at the time and couldn't control myself at all."

"How come I didn't know that the law has been amended to exempt drunk people from criminal liability?"

Nanfeng's smile was sinister: "If this is your closing statement, then you have three seconds to say your last words."

"stop!"

Wanyu interrupted Nanfeng and Ziqiao's one-on-one duel.

The gossipy Wanyu enthusiastically handed Nanfeng a spring roll, and said with a sweet smile, "My dear Judge Nanfeng, I fully support you in seeking justice for your grievances and revenge for your grudges."

"But before you begin your trial, could you please briefly explain what happened so that we, the jurors, can feel more involved?"

Yu Mo and Yi Fei nodded repeatedly.

They could only hear the two of them talking in cryptic terms, completely unaware of what was happening.

Please, can the Riddler just get out of the Gotham City Love Apartment branch?!

Guan Gu adjusted his glasses, revealing the confidence of a master detective: "Actually, I've already deduced the truth of the matter!"

The group exchanged glances and fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone is now aware of Guan Gu's reasoning abilities.

Normally, people would be quite willing to listen to Guan Gu's bizarre and imaginative ideas.

However, things are clearly more important for Nanfeng and Ziqiao right now.

Mika couldn't bear to discourage Guan Gu, so she could only say indirectly, "Guan Gu, I believe your reasoning must be absolutely correct."

"But now that the two parties involved are here, we don't need to waste your genius-level reasoning skills."

"Yeah, yeah."

Wan Yu, who had been tricked by the famous detective Guan Gu before, nodded repeatedly and said, "When a real big case that requires reasoning occurs in the apartment, such as the human-faced cat murder case, the cement corpse case, or the cursed murder case, then we'll ask you, the famous detective, to come out of retirement."

Guan Gu's eyes widened upon hearing this.

If these cases happened in our apartment building, would anyone still be able to live here?

Yu Mo urged quickly, "Nanfeng, tell me what exactly happened?"

Nanfeng sighed, her gaze toward Ziqiao growing increasingly hostile.

"This morning, this bastard was locked out of room 3602, reeking of alcohol, and couldn't get in. He was wailing and howling outside my door."

"I didn't want to talk to him at first, but then I heard the neighbors upstairs and downstairs starting to curse, and since it was cold, I was afraid he might get sick from the cold, so I pulled him in."

"Good heavens, this jerk started vomiting as soon as he entered my suite, vomiting all the way from the floor to my sofa."

"I'm a germaphobe!"

Nanfeng looked at Ziqiao in exasperation.

As someone with OCD who is hopelessly clueless about housework, how are you expecting him to clean up this living room full of vomit?

After hearing the truth, everyone exchanged glances and nodded.

For someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, this scene would indeed be infuriating and infuriating.

It's quite humane that Nanfeng was able to endure until Ziqiao sobered up before judging him.

"We already know the specifics."

Hu Yifei, the eldest jury member, spoke on behalf of the jury: "The suggestion of all the members of our jury is that we don't need to try Ziqiao anymore, we can just throw him off the sixth floor and that will solve the problem."

"Hey, is it really that bad?!"

Ziqiao exclaimed in surprise, "I was just drunk! I can pay for the cleaning and sofa cleaning myself. You're not going to force me to jump off a building, are you?"

"What do you mean 'you can pay at worst'?" Yu Mo corrected. "It should have been you who paid in the first place."

Zhanbo got up and ran to the balcony to look down. He then calmly walked back to Ziqiao and said, "There's a crooked tree with lush branches downstairs. Theoretically, as long as you can control the distance, posture, and angle of your jump, you can jump without getting hurt."

"Theoretically speaking, I could be the world's richest man, but what's the use if I can't do it in practice!" Zi Qiao waved his hands repeatedly in refusal.

Jumping from the sixth floor is such a stupid thing to do; only a fool would do that.

Meijia sneered, "Young Master Lü, before you repay Nanfeng for the cleaning and sofa washing, could you please pay me back for the cleaning and sofa washing I did first?"

Ziqiao was speechless for a moment.

Everyone looked at Mika with curiosity, wondering what was going on.

Curry Sauce explained in a low voice, "This is the third time this month that Brother Ziqiao has vomited all over the place, which is why we installed a security chain at the front door."

"If Brother Ziqiao comes back drunk after midnight again, then he doesn't need to come back at all."

Nanfeng pouted: "It's only because I was sleeping and didn't hear him vomit like that the first two times, otherwise I would never have let him into my suite."

Yifei looked up at Ziqiao: "Ziqiao, what's going on? Haven't you always been a good drinker?"

"And it's only the 9th, and you've already gotten drunk three times?"

Ziqiao chuckled and said, "It's just the New Year, so the girls in the bar are pretty open and wild, and we got a little tipsy."

"Most importantly, the bar downstairs is offering half-price drinks for two weeks to celebrate 2015."

"Then I'm essentially making a profit by drinking one bottle."

He paused, then continued, "And my aunt's due soon. Although she doesn't really care about me, I feel bad about drinking heavily in front of her... What if she tells my mom?"

I'm coming

My aunt's horse definitely doesn't run very fast.

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