Qian Yidie spent the night sorting out her inner emotions.

She shouldn't have any extravagant hopes, and losing it means returning to her previous life alone, and thinking like this, it seems that there is nothing she can't get by.

Early the next morning, Qian Yidie left the hotel.

Qian Chiye received a call from the hotel staff, and after learning that Qian Yidie had checked out, he also left after him.

When Qian Yidie returned home, it was obviously her own house, but she stood outside the door and hesitated for a long time before she mustered up the courage to enter the code on the door lock.

She was a little afraid that Xie Ruicheng was still in the house, afraid that the scene like last night would happen again.

When she nervously pushed open the door and saw the shocking scene in the house, Qian Yidie was stunned at the door.

The house looked like it had been looted by robbers, and things were scattered all over the place.

Almost all of the things that belonged to Xie Ruicheng have been moved.

In Qian Yidie's mind, he could imagine the scene where Xie Ruicheng threw things here last night.

"Meow-" Xiao Hei ran out of the corner, his cry revealing a hint of caution, as if he was also frightened by last night's scene.

Qian Yidie bent down and scooped Xiao Hei into her arms, looking at the white wall of the living room, with two big characters written in red paint - slut.

In the bedroom, the bed quilt and floor were splashed with messy dyes, and the bathroom mirror was painted with horrific patterns of lipstick, and the lipstick bottles and lids of different shades fell to the floor along with makeup......

Qian Chiye saw that the door was not closed, stood by the door and looked into the house, saw the mess in the room, and looked at the dazzling words on the wall, Qian Chiye's heart ached.

He was reluctant to contact people, but he was persecuted by the man who didn't know how to cherish it, and the anger in his heart made him have an impulse......

Qian Yidie came out of the bedroom and trembled in fright when she saw the figure standing by the entrance.

Qian Chiye was stunned, put away his thoughts and said, "...... My house is empty, why don't you go to my side first, and I'll find someone to clean it up for you. ”

Qian Yidie refused without thinking about it and said, "No, please go out." ”

Qian Chiye pursed his lips without saying anything, retreated from the entrance, stood by the door and comforted him a little awkwardly: "...... Don't be too upset, that kind of man is not worth it. ”

Qian Yidie's movement to close the door froze, and she glanced up at Qian Chiye, as if she felt that such words were strange from his mouth.

Or, in other words, Qian Chiye, who has not yet recovered his memory, is completely different from the previous Qian Chiye.

After watching the door close, Qian Chiye stood by the door for a long time.

He couldn't think of anything that could help Qian Yidie, and at this moment he felt that he was even more angry than Qian Yidie in his heart.

Half an hour later, in an art exhibition training studio, more than a dozen men in black rushed into the studio, and without saying a word, began to spray the paintings hanging on the wall with the graffiti in their hands.

The staff was stunned for a while, and after a few seconds, someone reacted: "Who are you?!" Stop it! ”

One of the bald men said, "Who are we?" Ask your boss who he has offended! ”

Xie Ruicheng, who heard the movement, walked down from upstairs, with a piece of gauze on the wound on his forehead.

His eyes widened when he saw his beloved painting destroyed downstairs, and his feet went limp, and he clung to the handrail of the staircase to avoid rolling down the staircase.