Michael, Please Stop Chasing

The night was still young, just after dinner, Emily Wilson felt sleepy as usual, hugged the quilt, looked at the photo of Michael Lee on the head of the bed, smiled, and fell asleep.

A knock on the door woke up Emily, who was immersed in the circle of handsome men.

"Stop making noise!" Emily shouted at the door with some momentum.

They were about to turn their heads, and Emily rubbed her hands, staring at the handsome mens faces that were about to be exposed to her.

The light shifted from far to near, from bottom to top, clearly presenting the handsome mens faces to Emily.

"Ah!"

A scream that tore the throat, startling the person outside the door who was about to knock on the door suddenly stopped in the air, afraid to say, "Fortunately, I didnt knock on the door. Is there a fool living in here?"

Justin Huang thought about it and felt something was wrong. He came to collect the rent, and if he left without seeing the tenant, and if the boss Ye Chul knew, he would be skinned?

After thinking about it, Justin felt that he should go back first, and after a few days, he would bring more people to collect the rent.

2202, he remembered.

Inside the door, it was dark, neon lights passed through the street and flipped into the room, and in the faint light, someone sat on the bed with disheveled hair, eyes wide open, shocked.

"Wow." Emily suddenly covered her eyes, unbelievable to the scene she saw in the dream just now, and cried out in despair, "Why are they all Michael Lee!"

He is wearing a suit, sportswear, a shirt, and even a man who is not wearing clothes but only wearing a swimsuit is also him!

Michael Lee!

Emily sniffed, hummed discontentedly, turned over to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside, clicked on the sender, edited and sent: Michael Lee, are you poisonous?

Five seconds later, a new text message appeared on the screen.

He asked back, how poisonous?

How poisonous do you think you dont have a number? Emily thought in her heart, poisoning her for two days, which has seriously affected her sleep quality and daily routine.

Can she ask him to take responsibility?

The answer is self-evident.

Emily sighed and got out of bed. She just heard someone knocking on the door.

Looking at the cats eye, the corridor was empty.

Hmm? Where is the person? Emily scratched her head, a bit confused. Did she hear it wrong?

At eleven oclock at night, a brightly lit office in a high-rise building, a man sat in front of the desk, holding a phone in one hand and pressing the corner of his forehead with the other hand, with narrow long eyes half closed.

When the complaint on the other end of the phone stopped, he asked leisurely, "The tenant of 2202?" He paused and chuckled, "Its true that the person is silly, but there is no aggressiveness, no need to worry."

"You say its not, is it? What if I have an accident?" It was a roar, a roar with a tearing throat.

Michael, listening to it, felt interesting, waved to let the people in the office who were handing over the documents out, as if seriously as if chatting and laughing, "How can I let you have an accident?"

"What if I have an accident?"

"How can I let you have an accident?"

"..."

Justin Huang swore that if William Wu dared to appear in front of him now, his hand would definitely be placed on William Wus neck, gently, slowly, gently, strangling him to death!

The next morning, the warm sun crossed the tall buildings and climbed to the top of Emilys window.

A one-bedroom apartment, no more than 40 square meters in size, with a floor-to-ceiling window, and a large bed next to the window.

In the middle of the bed, there is a bulge, arched high like a small mountain. The sunlight climbs the rock, and the black silk is spread on the pure white pillow, and the beautys face is invisible.

The dream is just right, the young mans eyebrows are clear, and the smile is warm, which is the appearance of Michael Lee.

He walked towards her, and his voice was like the snow melting into the stream in early March, slowly saying, "Dont sleep, its time to pay the rent."

Emilys expression cracked and woke up again, and she suddenly realized that it was already broad daylight.

"Ah ah ah!"

The womans scream scared Justin Huang to stop knocking on the door again, and he had deep doubts about William Wus words.

Justin Huang withdrew his hand that was hanging in the air, rubbed his face, gritted his teeth, and thought he would die!

The knock on the door was deafening.

"Open the door! Collect rent! Wake up! Dont sleep! Ah!"

He will knock on the door? He will also roar! Justin Huang thought crazily, losing people but not losing the array, lets shout together, lets shout together! Who is afraid of whom!

The door and the strong protest from Huang Jingyun brought back Emily, who was wandering on the edge of the dream.

She got dressed in a hurry, got out of bed, and howled back, "Dont knock, the door will collapse!"

"Good!"

A loud roar, and the world fell silent.

Justin Huang felt out of breath and felt as if he had returned to ancient times, without a landline, mobile phone, and microphone. A voice could fight the world.

After a while, Emily put on her clothes and stood in front of the peephole to look around. The man outside was wearing short hair, a T-shirt, and jeans. He was puzzled and wondered if he was a bad person. He happened to see the watch on the mans wrist.

Oh, its my own person.

Open the door, Emily blocked the door, and didnt mean to let him in, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The clear voice is like the oriole singing into the ear, as if the voice that roared with him just now was not issued by the same person.

Justin Huang was puzzled, and couldnt help but glance into the room. He didnt find anyone but accidentally ran into a pair of autumn water scissors, and the waves in the eyes were rippling.

Its very similar to a person.

"Im here to collect the rent..."

Justin Huang was nervous and almost bit his tongue. He couldnt speak clearly.

"Collect rent?" Emily felt that she must not have woken up yet, and asked again in disbelief, "Who let you come to collect the rent?"

Justin Huang saw her look confused and a bit at a loss, and didnt dare to look directly into her eyes. He said weakly, "William Wu."

"..."

When sending away Justin Huang, Emily felt guilty and felt very sorry for him.

She poured herself a glass of water to suppress the shock, and then dialed a number on the phone. The screen showed six big characters, the son of a gun William Wu.

The call was connected.

Before Emily could speak, William Wu asked, "Have you seen him?"

"Hmm." Knowing that William Wu was referring to the person who just came to ask for rent, she responded, but she didnt understand, "You let him run two trips to find me, what are you going to do?"

What does William Wu want to do? Emily thought about the knock on the door, it seems that the person who knocked on the door last time and ran away should also be Justin Huang.

What does she want to do? William Wu stroked his smooth chin, thought for a while, and sighed, "Its not that I feel that my sister is idle all day and its better to find a man to marry."

"What are you talking about? Is there such a brother?"

The tone soared.

William Wu frowned and held the phone away from his ear, changed the subject, "How did you talk to him?"

"She asked me for rent, I said no. She let me pay in a few days, I refused." Emily said righteously, "She asked me, arent you afraid that she will drive me out?"

"What did you say?"

"Im looking forward to it."

"..."

He couldnt help but laugh, his sisters unreasonable behavior is always hard to deal with.

In the end, Emily asked, "Who is Justin Huang?" She looked familiar.

William Wu restrained his smile, thought for a while, and answered truthfully, "Her distant cousin."

He paused and added, "One of the victims at the time."