The man shook off his cold gaze, walked to the door, pushed open the low door and entered the villa.

Qiao Mu behind him joked: "Fourth, you still have to celebrate your birthday, right? Since you haven't prepared a birthday banquet, why don't you let us go in and have a glass of wine?"

"Not available. ”

When the words fell, the man's figure disappeared in the gate of the villa, and in the evening of the autumn breeze, the three brothers were thrown out of the door.

Qiao Mu crossed his waist with one hand and squinted at Han Yunting, "What should I do next?"

Han Yunting glanced at him, smiled and pushed open the low door, and said casually: "Do it yourself......" Then, after entering the door, he slowly walked to the door of the villa, opened the key cover under the fingerprint lock, Didi entered the password, and looked at Qiao Mu and added: "Plenty of food and clothing!"

Who doesn't know that all the passwords of the fourth child use 0601!

It's all here, why don't you go in and see the excitement!

......

As soon as the man stepped into the hallway, the scent of the air slowly drifted into the tip of his nose.

It is like a strong and light fragrance of tea, and there is a hint of rice fragrance.

There was no light in the living room, only the afterglow of the residual sun outside the window poured a warm yellow through the bright window.

On the coffee table, the set of thousands of peaks of emerald tea utensils are neatly placed, curling green mist on the top of the emerald cup, the tea is just boiled, eighteen imperial teas, the color is gloomy, the taste is sweet, and the gas is strong.

The man paced forward and walked to the coffee table only to see a heart-shaped post-it note attached to the square tea box.

The small words on the top line: Mr. Qin, happy birthday! There is also a small heart in the lower right corner.

The tea is the eighteen imperial teas of Laolongjing, and the annual output is extremely scarce, and the market is priceless.

The man twisted the post-it note, rubbing the font on it, and a warm smile was hooked at the corner of his thin lips.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, the taste of eighteen imperial teas was not comparable to ordinary tea leaves.

The entrance is lubricated and sweet, and the tea is fragrant, full of her heart.

The man dropped the porcelain cup and slowly raised his eyes to look at the living room.

It's the same arrangement, but it doesn't seem to be the same.

Until—

His gaze was fixed on the wine cabinet bar by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He likes wine, and there are all kinds of red wine and a few foreign wines that he often drinks on weekdays.

A bottle of 1937 Château d'Rind is placed in the center of the bar.

The man walked over, and the post-it note read: Mr. Qin, I want to be responsible for all the fine wine for the rest of your life.

In the living room, these two places are the places where the man stays the most, and she puts the gift in the sight of him, and from then on, whenever he stops, there will be her shadow in his gaze.

Upstairs, he hadn't gone yet, and when he saw these two gifts and post-it notes, the man's deep dark eyes were already full of soft honey.

These two gifts alone show that her intentions are not only expensive, but also hard to find.

She pleases him and gives her heart to her.

He thought that every part of this room must have been pleasantly surprised and delighted by her.

Yan Shiqi did not show up, and in the quiet living room, the man paced upstairs after a short pause.

At this time, the three figures who had been hiding in the corner of the entrance and the living room walked out with emotion.

I don't know what else is upstairs, but they don't want to look at it anymore.

The abused heart, liver and lungs hurt.

......

On the last step of the spiral staircase, there is a beautiful photo album.

About the size of two palms, the man picked it up, rubbed the cover, and slowly turned the first page.

When the first photo came into view, his pupils constricted, and the corners of his lips suddenly turned white.

The well-made photo album, the eye-catching homepage photo, is a high-definition restoration of him, to be exact, his 100-day photo.

He thought that these photos had long been buried in his memory, but he didn't expect to be found by her.

A line of small italicized characters was rubbed next to his 100-day photo: Mr. Qin, at this time, you are still 10,445 days away from our meeting.