It was Chen Zhuan.
The blood started flowing again. Sheng Yiqing said in a hurry: "Where are you now? Are you okay? Are you injured?"
"Listen to me, I have limited time, come to my house right now."
"Isn't your house on fire?" She was a little confused.
"Yes! Come up right away." He said in a hurry: "I don't have much time. The whitening cabin is on fire. The reporters are all here. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
At this point, there was a noise on the other end of the phone, as if someone was calling him, and Chen Zhuan hung up quickly.
"Beep beep" busy tone in her ears, Sheng Yiqing didn't understand what he meant for a while.
There was only one thought left in her messy mind: he was fine.
All the strength came back, and all the organs returned to where they were supposed to be. She let out a long sigh and looked up at the building where he was. The smoke had completely dissipated, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air. A bunch of people stretched their necks to watch the excitement. Not long after, they saw the firefighter half-sticking out of the window and making an "OK" gesture, and everyone cheered.
It was obviously not a big fire.
It was obviously her, but she was too concerned.
Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and ran to the apartment building first.
There was a crowd of people at the door of Chen Zhuan's house. In addition to a few firefighters, the rest were reporters from various livelihood channels and self-media. There were also a dozen or so old men and women scattered in the corridor watching the excitement.
Dozens of cameras were facing Chen Zhuan's face, trying to interview his post-disaster feelings. Chen Zhuan was helpless, rubbing his nose, and only said that he went out to work as usual in the morning. At almost four o'clock in the afternoon, he received a call from the property management saying that his house was suspected to be on fire, so he rushed here.
The fire was in the second bedroom. Fortunately, the police were called in in time and the fire did not spread. However, the room was seriously damaged. A strong smell of burning came to the face. From the outside, the door of the room seemed to be half burned. Thick smoke dyed half of the wall black, and it was dark everywhere, like a haunted house.
According to the firefighters, the cause of the fire was that the high-power electrical appliances in the room were forgotten to be turned off. The load was overheated for a day and a night, and the dry air caused the wires to catch fire, which eventually caused the fire.
The firefighters gave Chen Zhuan a few words and left with the used fire extinguisher. A group of reporters were with Chen Zhuan, staring at each other, and their eyes were all on the black, coffin-like-
High-power electrical appliances.
It opened its mouth and looked at everyone in panic. Combined with the desolate scene after the fire, this scene looked quite spiritual.
"Brother, what on earth is this thing?" The reporter came forward.
A fire is not a big deal, but a fire at a handsome guy's house is a big deal. Their owner is a livelihood channel, and they always report trivial things. However, in the past one or two years, the victim's appearance has become the most stable traffic code for livelihood news.
I thought it was just a handsome guy on fire, but now it was even linked to a "coffin". The reporter stared at Chen Zhuan with burning eyes, and even thought of the title.
"This is a whitening cabin..." Chen Zhuan coughed lightly.
"You use it?" The reporter discovered a new world.
Chen Zhuan shook his head quickly, "No, no, no... my wife uses it." After a pause, he added, "This is her favorite..."
After saying this, he glanced at the door again. Why hasn't Sheng Yiqing come yet?
The idea came up when he saw the reporters rushing in - he knew that she was still thinking about the whitening cabin. He was in the media, and livelihood news originally brought traffic. If Sheng Yiqing could take the opportunity to advertise the whitening cabin, public opinion would ferment, and maybe she could get in touch with Sun Ning.
It's just that the time was short, and I don't know if she can understand what I mean.
Chen Zhuan didn't answer, and everyone simply started to imagine around the whitening cabin.
I don't know who guessed it first, and looked at Chen Zhuan seriously: "Isn't it a three-no product? There are many such strange electrical appliances now, under the guise of various health and fitness, but in fact the functions are poor and the quality is not up to standard. Brother, if this fire was caused by this product, you can find a way to claim compensation."
"Yes, yes, yes, claim compensation!" The people around him catered to it, "Such a large instrument should be very expensive, right? What brand? This quality problem, we let the reporter expose it directly to you!"
Seeing that everyone began to denounce the whitening cabin, the matter fermented in the opposite direction. Chen Zhuan frowned, and when he was about to speak to save the situation, he heard a woman's cry suddenly burst out outside the door.
Chen Zhuan was stunned.
Then a figure rushed into the house and ran straight to the second bedroom. When he saw the remains of the whitening cabin, he collapsed and muttered to himself:
"... Whitening cabin! My whitening cabin!"
Everyone's eyes were cast on this grieving woman - Sheng Yiqing.
She seemed to have climbed more than ten floors. Sweat was slightly oozing from the tip of her nose. She didn't even have time to wipe the sweat off. She was in great grief.
"Whitening cabin?" The reporter was stunned, and then looked at Sheng Yiqing, "Not... Madam, you?"
"She is my... uh... wife." Chen Zhuan breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly introduced, pulling Sheng Yiqing over. Just as his hands were about to exert force, Sheng Yiqing shook his hand vigorously.
The next second, Sheng Yiqing widened her eyes, as if she had just noticed the people around her, and looked around with a puzzled look: "Who are these?"
"They are reporters from the people's livelihood news. Because our house is on fire, they came to do a report." Chen Zhuan explained. Sheng Yiqing said "oh", looked at the camera, sighed, and continued to be sentimental, "I didn't expect that God would take away my favorite."
"Isn't your favorite your husband?"
"No." Sheng Yiqing looked at the whitening cabin affectionately, "It's this machine."
Chen Zhuan nodded and said, "It is indeed it."
"Huh?" The reporter was stunned.
"This is the best beauty instrument in the world!" Sheng Yiqing pushed away the people on both sides of the reporter's camera, stood next to Chen Zhuan, and said to the camera with a look of grief: "It uses the latest advanced technology from Germany, opening a new era of optical skin beauty series. It has a dynamic red light that can reshape my youthful face. It is very simple to operate and very convenient to use. It only takes thirty minutes at a time... uh..."
The instant memory is limited. She was originally only concerned about Chen Zhuan. Fortunately, the floor was too high. She climbed halfway before she realized the meaning of several key words connected together: reporter? opportunity? whitening cabin!
So he hurriedly took out the project information and the whitening cabin usage report written by Chen Zhuan last night, and recited it silently in the stairwell while climbing. However, everyone's eyes were on him at this moment. Sheng Yiqing became nervous and stumbled: "This, this whitening cabin can help me improve the microcirculation system in my body while I'm busy. Not to mention 5... uh 500 uh..."
"533nm wavelength light." Chen Zhuan couldn't help but remind him.
"Oh, yes, yes! 533nm wavelength light can also penetrate the surface of the skin, decompose and metabolize pigments, and stimulate collagen regeneration." At this point, Sheng Yiqing looked at the camera solemnly, with a firm and happy light in his eyes: "Every time I lie in it for half an hour, it is the happiest time of my day. I quietly enjoy the light and quietly experience youth... My Beauty Unlimited Home Beauty Cabin!"
Chen Zhuan quickly added: "Yes! Beauty Unlimited! Beauty Unlimited Home Beauty Cabin! That's the name."
The couple sang in unison, and everyone was stunned.
Sheng Yiqing then wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at the reporter, "This segment must be broadcast."
"...So, you are very satisfied with the use?" The reporter felt that this segment sounded like an advertisement.
"Very satisfied! After I bought this beauty cabin, I must use it every day. Sometimes I even forget to turn it off. It was probably because of my negligence, plus the circuit overload in summer, that led to today's accident." Sheng Yiqing lowered his head while speaking. After a long silence, he raised his head again, his face heavy:
"Fire! It's all my fault."
The reporter of Minsheng News was much more diligent than expected. After the interview in the afternoon, he rushed back to finish the manuscript and cut the video. At 8 o'clock in the evening, when Sheng Yiqing and Chen Zhuan were sitting in Chen Zhuan's ruined home ordering takeout, the news titled "Handsome guy's "coffin" caught fire at home, and his wife was determined to save the whitening cabin" was seen on Xiaohongshu.
In addition to Chen Zhuan's appearance, the comments section also heatedly discussed the gimmick of the whitening cabin. Sheng Yiqing clicked it with a shudder of fear and read the progress bar of the news. Unfortunately, the obvious advertisement was deleted mercilessly.
Fortunately, there were people in the comment area who guessed the brand based on the exposed clips. Everyone seemed to be captured by the looks of Chen Zhuan and Sheng Yiqing, and they followed the clues to search for "Mei Wuxian Home Whitening Cabin". After a while, even this entry became popular on a certain book. Thanks to the efforts of big data, this news was quickly seen by the public relations department of Meiwuxian. After being circulated in the company group, it was forwarded to Sheng Yiqing's project group. A sharp-eyed investment bank lawyer recognized her and said, "Is the hostess of this house Ms. Sheng?"
After 10 o'clock, Mr. Xie called and said in a brisk tone, "Yiqing! You are very famous among the clients this time, saving the clients a lot of advertising fees. Sun Ning sent me a message today, and he smiled. He said he must meet you and find a chance to have a meal with you."
The matter was solved smoothly, and Sheng Yiqing was flattered and glanced at Chen Zhuan looked at it and listened to Mr. Xie continue: "It's your house. Is there no problem?"
Sheng Yiqing looked around and replied stiffly: "... It's okay, no problem."
"That's good! Just renovate it. This house that caught fire..." Mr. Xie paused and concluded with a capitalist style: "It's worth a bit."
The two of them opened the windows at this moment. The summer night breeze penetrated the corners of the room. The power supply had not been restored in the house after the disaster. Fortunately, Sheng Yiqing had placed a few scented candles in his house before and did not take them away. The two opened the windows for ventilation, lit candles and waited for the maintenance technician to come.
Sheng Yiqing has been staying at Chen Zhuan's house since the reporters left. She was in this thoughtful look all day today, except when she was dealing with work, she returned to her previous state. After the work was done, she continued to wander.
Previously, things happened one after another, and now they were the only ones left. The conversation yesterday once again came to mind, and both of them felt a little uncomfortable.
Chen Zhuan looked at her for a long while before saying, "You... you uh, you reacted pretty quickly today."
"I won't make any mistakes when it comes to work." After a pause, she lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry about the fire... I didn't turn off the machine last night..."
Chen Zhuan said, "Oh, it's okay. A blessing in disguise, isn't it just the right time to help you solve Sun Ning's problem?"
Sheng Yiqing lowered her head and said nothing, her eyes fell on Chen Zhuan's watch: "Why does my watch show that your heart rate is 0?"
Chen Zhuan didn't seem to expect her to pay attention to this, and reacted for a few seconds before answering: "Oh! The watch needs to be set. Yesterday... I didn't have time to tell you."
Sheng Yiqing sat closer and handed over her wrist: "Then help me set it."
Her skin was honey-colored under the candlelight, and the star-shaped moonlight fell on the corners of her eyes. She lowered her eyes and her expression was indistinguishable. The two were very close. Chen Zhuan held her hand and felt her breathing. His throat was slightly itchy unconsciously, and he found that he was actually a little nervous..
"What's wrong?" She looked up.
"No, no..." Both watches turned on the matching mode at the same time, and the wrists of each other were close to each other. With a ding, the system notified that the matching was successful. Chen Zhuan said: "After pairing, the position, heart rate and emotions of two people can be synchronized in real time... Uh, my friend said so, I haven't studied it." Sheng Yiqing looked down at the electronic watch face. The interface after the successful pairing was indeed different. A smiling cartoon man blinked at her, and he looked emotionally stable. There was a heart pattern in the lower left corner, showing the other person's heart rate. At this moment, the value was 75. On Chen Zhuan's watch face, there was also a blinking cartoon girl, who was expressionless at the moment and showed a heart rate of 59. Sheng Yiqing felt childish and curious, and waved her wrist: "Will this change in real time?" "You...try it and you will know." He glanced at her. "How to try?" As soon as the voice fell, she was pulled into someone's arms. Chen Zhuan lifted her chin and kissed her forehead, then gently moved down a little bit, along the corner of her eyes, cheeks, to her lips. Lips and tongues lingered.
"Please pay attention! Your lover's heart rate is too high! Please pay attention! Your lover's heart rate is too high!..."
The watch made an exaggerated warning sound, interrupting the kiss of the two.
"Look..." Chen Zhuan had a faint smile in his eyes, raised his wrist, and signaled Sheng Yiqing: "If the heartbeat is too fast, there will be a warning..."
His smile froze - the cartoon man on his dial was still expressionless, and the heart rate showed 83.
"...It was my watch that sent the warning." Sheng Yiqing glanced at her wrist and read the value: "Heart rate 133... Tsk..."
She raised her eyes and glanced at him:
"Some people...are not easy to tease..."
Chen Zhuan didn't say anything else. He lowered his head and glanced at the dial again. The cartoon man on the electronic screen had big but ruthless eyes, and the corners of the cartoon man's mouth were bent, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, as if mocking himself. He suddenly remembered what she said to him, saying that she was selfish and indifferent, so she couldn't trust marriage.
"So... I kiss you, you never feel anything?" He suddenly asked her, "Have you never felt anything or just recently?"
Sheng Yiqing's eyes widened at the fierce words: "Why are you suddenly saying this?"
"Don't you think this is serious?" He settled the score with her: "Heart rate 83... After kissing for so long, your heart rate is only 83? 83!? Mine has soared to 133!"
"That's because you're not good at kissing..."
"Does kissing require skills, Sheng Yiqing?! It depends on love! Do you know? It depends on true feelings! Look at you, you don't have any!"
"... Did you buy this thing to quarrel with me?" She was unbelievable.
"I just want to know you better." After saying this, he looked at his watch again, only to see the cartoon girl on the screen frowned, and her heart rate turned to 19. He was instantly furious, and Chen Zhuan laughed in anger, pointing at the dial: "Look, look, it's 19 now! Your heartbeat is faster when you quarrel with me than when you kiss me!"
"Are you sick?" Sheng Yiqing was impatient.
"If you really like someone, shouldn't your heartbeat speed up when you kiss? Data won't lie, if you don't feel anything, you don't feel anything." He complained.
"Blame me? I can't do anything if your heartbeat doesn't speed up..." She simply gave up.
Chen Zhuan stared at her closely, and after a while, he asked softly: "So... Sheng Yiqing, tell me the truth, you don't like me anymore... right?"
There was hurt in his eyes.
"I..." She became irritable, wanting to explain, but too lazy to explain.
A knock on the door interrupted Sheng Yiqing's answer. It was the property worker who came to repair.
Finally, the power supply was restored, and the incandescent lamps illuminated the ruins after the fire. Fortunately, Chen Zhuan didn't have many valuables. Some documents were locked in the safe in the master bedroom. In addition, there was a computer and a camera, which he happened to have taken to the company two days ago. The fire destroyed half of the wall of the second bedroom and burned some unused sundries. The scene was hideous.
"The overall cost is not low. You will definitely not be able to live in this house for a month..." The maintenance master sighed: "We will restore your water and electricity first. You have to find someone else to do the decoration.
. "
Chen Zhuan nodded and took out his mobile phone: "No problem, thank you for your hard work today. How can I pay this fee?"
"Just scan me." The master raised the QR code and heard a beep. Sheng Yiqing, who rushed over first, scanned it.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it..." She pushed Chen Zhuan aside and asked the master: "Brother, do you know the market? How much does it cost to redecorate his house?"
Chen Zhuan glanced at her when he heard it. The master was honest and calculated it seriously: "The damage is not serious. It will cost more than 30,000 to restore the original decoration, but the furniture is almost destroyed. It will cost tens of thousands of yuan."
Sheng Yiqing nodded repeatedly: "Understood."
As soon as the repairman left, his mobile phone was taken away by Chen Zhuan. He slowly glanced at the screen. It was the transfer interface of Alipay: "What do you want to do?"
Sheng Yiqing told the truth: "You calculate a total price and I will transfer it to you. "
Chen Zhuan's expression turned cold: "Compensation? How much do you want to transfer?"
"The master said it would be tens of thousands. I roughly calculated that in addition to the repair fee, you also need accommodation for the next few days. I will transfer you 100,000?"
"Accommodation?" He seemed to have only grasped this key word. He looked at her with a smile, "Yes, I still have to find a place to live..."
"You can't live in my house... My house is not..."
He quickly interrupted: "I don't want to live in your house."
Sheng Yiqing subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but this seemed to annoy him further. Chen Zhuan turned into the house and began to pack his boxes.
"Where... do you plan to live?"
Chen Zhuan did not answer. After a few seconds, the phone received a notification of a transfer of 100,000 yuan. He looked up at her and said sarcastically: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Yiqing felt uncomfortable in her heart and didn't want to go on like this. She left a sentence, "I'll go back first. "
Chen Zhuan did not speak again. His back was lonely.
It was a rare clean air in Beijing in early autumn. Sheng Yiqing walked quickly. When she thought he was dead during the day, she was frightened and sad again. How could she be as calm and selfish as she thought? How could she weigh the pros and cons as she wanted? She was afraid that he would leave, go abroad, and die.
How arrogant was the wedding vows that they had made at the beginning: only health, wealth and good luck could keep them together, and any poverty, disease and bad luck would separate them immediately.
But when love completely swallowed up reason, when she liked someone infinitely, when that liking was close to love. She realized that no matter poverty, disease or bad luck, she could not leave him. Even if she knew he was not worth it.
Tears came out one by one, and Sheng Yiqing squatted on the side of the road, crying.
At the same time, Chen Zhuan dragged his luggage into the underground garage and called Yu Youyang: "My house is on fire, I'm on the way."
"What on the way? "
"On the way to your house."
"Fuck, where's your wife?"
Chen Zhuan was silent for a moment, and just said, "Not important, let's drink together."
"Fuck? Have you changed your personality today? Okay, come on, come on!"
The car started and roared. The noise on the other end of the phone covered the "beep" reminder sound from the electronic watch. A mechanical voice kept repeating:
"Please pay attention! Your lover seems to be very sad now! Please pay attention! Your lover seems to be very sad now..."
He didn't hear it.