Cui Xiangru sat on the floor blankly, and she could still remember the scene when she saw Zhan Qianyan before. [with _ dream]ā

The woman beside him was clearly talking.

But back then, she clearly heard that Yan Manman drowned in the imperial capital.

Later, I met Xu Jiameng by chance, and I also confirmed the news from her mouth.

But why......

With a shiver, Cui Xiangru shook her head vigorously, but only made her head more confused.

That's a long story.

Yan Manman came back to take revenge on her.

I took out my phone and looked at the time, it was already past the end of work.

She stood up to open the door, only to find that it had been locked from the outside.

Her face changed, and she shook it vigorously.

But the door lock of the tool room cannot be opened from the inside, and must be opened from the outside.

"Open the door! Is there anyone else? ”

She shouted twice unwillingly, and slammed the door hard.

But apart from her voice, there was a dead silence all around.

Raise your hand and feel the switch in the doorway, trying to dispel the fear of darkness with light.

It can't be opened.

Only then did I remember that Zhu's employees would turn off the power gate after work, and the entire building would lose power.

I felt cold inexplicably, raised my hands and arms, and always felt that someone was staring at me in the dark.

Looking around, the familiar mops and sweeping tools were piled up in the small space, but she always felt that someone was hiding behind those tools and watching her.

In the dim environment, there seemed to be something frightening hidden in the shadows.

But she didn't have the courage to go over and check it out.

People who do too much bad things are always extra timid.

I turned on the light on my phone and shone it around, but there was nothing...

But she was still not at ease.

He kicked the door hard, opened his voice and shouted, "Open the door, there's still someone here!" ”

After shouting for a long time, there was no sound, and my heart became more and more flustered.

"Zhu Chengyong, you bastard! You let the old lady out! Zhu Chengyong, you can't die well......"

The insults seemed to embolden her, and she felt less scared.

Anger dispelled the fear in her heart, and Cui Xiangru kept scolding Zhu Chengyong, the man who didn't care about his old love.

——

Zhu Chengyong, who had completely forgotten Cui Xiangru, took Zhan Qianyan and Ling Qi back home.

When he got out of the car, Zhu Chengyong looked at Ling Qi with a flattering face, "I don't know what this young lady is called?" ”

"My surname is Ling."

Ling Qi curled his lips into a smile, but he was not eager.

A professional smile seems kind, but in fact it is indifferent.

"It turned out to be Miss Ling. My wife is at home, and the family should be cooking at this time. ”

Zhu Chengyong smiled and invited them into the house.

Qin Yu was sitting in the living room teaching his son to do his homework, when the sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen.

Qin Yu doesn't know how to cook, so the meals at home are usually cooked by her aunt.

"Coming back? War less, please be seated. ”

Qin Yu hurriedly stood up, and the child who was originally lying on the coffee table doing homework also raised his head.

Seeing Zhu Chengyong, he put down the pen in his hand, pushed his homework, and rushed around the table towards Zhu Chengyong.

He happily shouted "Daddy".

"Did you do your homework well?"

When Zhu Chengyong saw his son, he showed a pampering smile on his face, raised his hand to hold his son who rushed over, and lowered his head to ask.

"Written. The homework assigned by the teacher today is so difficult, I can't do it. ”

**The year-old child was tired of being coquettish in Zhu Chengyong's arms, as if he didn't see the two guests who followed him.

"Then let Mommy teach you. Go upstairs and do your homework, and you can eat when you're done with your homework. ”

Zhu Chengyong patted his head affectionately, let go of his hand and let him go upstairs to do his homework.