"Is that right?" Angel smiled, "I am very lazy. I usually endure it if I can tolerate it, and I'm too lazy to be angry with you."

"Isn't it because you like me?" Na Chen asked very seriously.

Anhe glanced at him and did not answer immediately. Na Chen's question cannot be answered by opening his mouth. He cannot say that he doesn't like Na Chen, but he is not sure what kind of state he likes, why, and how many.

Even if he knew what Na Chen was looking forward to, he would not be able to answer accordingly.

"I don't know," Angel opened the bathroom door and walked out, "You wash first, I'll find you clothes."

"Don't let the last jersey go, it's too stupid." Na Chen said.

"Aren't you wearing sportswear today?" Angel smiled and said. He liked that Nachen had a relaxing and comfortable feeling.

"Can that be the same? Then I'm naked." Na Chen closed the spray head and walked out of the bathroom with a bunch of water.

"Go and find it yourself," Anhe sat next to the living room table, opened the insulated lunch box that Nachen brought, a box of steamed dumplings and a box of ground meat porridge, "What did you make?"

"Well, I got up late today and I don't have time to do complicated things, so let's just eat." Na Chen walked into the bedroom.

Anhe's wardrobe was neatly tidy, so Nachen didn't rush to find clothes, and looked at Anhe's clothes one by one.

Angel has a lot of shirts, but except for a few gray and black ones, they are almost all white. Na Chen took two white shirts and looked at them, and shouted outside: "Do you buy a dozen shirts directly? The styles are the same."

"Well, it's easy." Anhe answered while eating in the living room.

"Aren't you afraid that others will think you haven't changed your clothes for half a month..." Na Chen tsk, hung his shirt back into the cabinet, took out a long-sleeved shirt and put it on, and then took out a pair of pajama pants.

"It doesn't matter," Angel smiled, "Have you found clothes?"

Na Chen walked out of the bedroom and showed off his clothes: "Your shirt is still good."

“I had my clothes when I was in college.”

"The clothes from college are still there," Na Chen was stunned, pulling the clothes, "not like things from more than ten years ago."

"I haven't had more than ten years since I was in college," Anhe put on his chopsticks. "Don't you call me, I didn't argue with you, can you really treat me as an uncle?"

"I know Mr. An," Na Chen pulled over the chair and sat opposite him, "Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's better than Sha County. You can open a restaurant." Anhe pinched a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

"It's boring. I have to cook depending on my mood. If I become a job, I'll lose energy," Na Chen smiled. "It's better to go to the crematorium."

Angel looked at him and asked after a while: "You really want to go?"

"Nonsense, where else can I go to this major? Cemetery, crematorium, funeral company, crematorium," Na Chen said it very easily, "I will go to the internship in the next six months."

Angel didn't say anything more. If it were someone else, the job in the crematorium sounded a bit scary, and the benefits were quite good, but Na Chen might not be suitable for this job.

The purpose of Nachen's choice of this major is not suitable for his mental state.

But Anhe didn't say this. He seemed to have no position to point fingers at Nachen's future work.

Na Chen didn't say anything anymore, and sat quietly across from him and watched him eat.

The dumplings were quickly eaten up. While drinking the porridge, Anhe heard a familiar ringtone in his cell phone.

After hearing a few ears, he pointed to the bag that Na Chen threw on the sofa: "You have something to say."

Na Chen didn't move lazily. When the ringing stopped, he slowly went over and took out his cell phone.

"Don't you show it? Let's see who it is, and then think about what this person is about to ask you," Anhe said while drinking porridge. "Sometimes, thinking about how uncomfortable it is to answer the conversation is to be more irritable than not answering the conversation. After answering, you can think about whether this conversation makes you uncomfortable, if..."

"I don't want to take this person's words." Na Chen glanced at him.

"Is there any thing you want to take?"

"your."

"I'll call you when I'm fine." Angel smiled.

"Yes." Na Chen sat on the sofa and clicked on the text message.

The words were sent by Lei Bo, and Na Chen sent him a text message.

What's up?

Now come to my house and I bought you a gift.
Chapter completed!