Those are two oil paintings, and the content of the paintings seems to be the same series as the two downstairs, but even she, a person who does not understand art, can see that they are two different painting styles, if there is no accident, it should be from the hands of two people.

These two paintings are also not signed, but seeing Meng Hang's appearance, the person who painted these two paintings must be very important to him, or the person who made him emotionally broken.

Meng Hang hugged the picture frame tightly, his body exuded a strong atmosphere of sadness and decadence, the lights in the room were incandescent, but his surroundings seemed to fall into the boundless dark abyss, so that Ye Fan watched from the side, and he felt as if he was blocking something, a little sullen and uncomfortable.

"Woo woo woo ......" A sudden and extremely suppressed wail came from Meng Hang's mouth with his head down, like a young beast licking his wounds alone, so confused and painful.

Meng Hang's mood completely collapsed, but he didn't cry, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, he just let out a low cry that was more poignant than crying, and strings of tears slipped down his face, dripping on the oil painting one by one, fortunately, the oil painting was carefully framed, and there was a layer of glass protective film on the picture.

Ye Fan watched and listened silently beside him, his eyes were also slightly red, as if he was touched.

Looking at Meng Hang like this, she hoped that her conjecture would not come true, but she would not easily overturn her suspicion because of this.

Meng Hang, it's really suspicious.

Half an hour later, Meng Hang fell asleep holding the frame, and after venting, he finally fell asleep tiredly, and suddenly fell asleep very deeply, as if a person who had been insomnia for many days could finally sleep.

Listening to his snoring, Ye Fan turned to leave, and when she went out of the room, she came to the door of the bedroom, hesitated, and entered directly through the wall.

With a disgusting sour smell on his face, Ye Fan covered his nose and looked at the messy bedroom in front of him in surprise.

The clothes on the bed were thrown around, as if they had been worn, there were a few on the floor, and there were several bottles of wine rolling, and some beer liquid was flowing to the ground, and the sour smell was formed because of this.

The bedroom is very large, the layout and the wall hanging decorations are similar to the style of the living room, but it is more warm and comfortable, and it can be seen that Meng Hang is actually a person who can enjoy and love cleanliness.

Only now it has become like a drunkard's kennel, and it can be seen from the wine bottles and dirty clothes on the floor, and the sour smell that it emits, that he must have been hiding in his room and drinking all these days, but because they came tonight, he just cleaned himself up.

There is also a cloakroom in the bedroom, Ye Fan still enters through the wall, the cloakroom is very large, and there are rows of suits, shirts and casual clothes neatly hung in it, the style is simple, and the color is monotonous, but at first glance, it is a big brand, and any one of them can be worth his salary as a tax chief for several months.

After looking at the entire cloakroom, Ye Fan found clothes in a wardrobe in the corner that were obviously different from those clothes in a conspicuous place.

These clothes are of different colors, in a word, they are more trendy, and they are the styles that those like him, the young rich second generation, will wear in the impressions, just like the clothes worn by Dai Xiongzhao, of course, the tastes are still different.

Meng Hang's taste is obviously much higher than Dai Xiongzhao.

In the lower compartment of this wardrobe, Ye Fan also found that there were several incompatible women's accessories among the neatly arranged men's accessories, such as the things inside the brooch, so that he didn't have a cross-dresser and liked to wear women's accessories.

There are traces of women living together in Meng Hang's villa, but just like the two paintings downstairs, they were artificially cleaned up, and these accessories may be fish that slipped through the net, or maybe they have some important significance, and they are reluctant to throw them away.

Ye Fan looked at the obviously empty wardrobe and thought for a while.

The style of these accessories is elegant and fresh, and ...... Cai Qianqian wears a similar style of clothing.

Ye Fan took another big turn, and did not find other women's products, but had a deeper understanding of Meng Hang's character.

How to say it!

He's a very contradictory person.

In the end, Ye Fan roughly turned the whole villa inside and out, passing from room to room, or jumping up from the ceiling or drilling down from the floor.

Fortunately, I wish Sheng Yang is not here, otherwise I am afraid that I will not be able to hide the fact that she broke someone's vest.

Dai Xiongzhao squatted on the ground, how long Ye Fan went in, how long he squatted here, at first he was frightened and scared, then he was excited and curious, and now he is bored counting ants.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast in front of his eyes, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, staring at Ye Fan who had 'changed' back with wide eyes and a look of horror.

"Scared, scared me to death. Dai Xiongzhao patted his chest violently, and then stood up excitedly and shouted, "Ye Fan, you ...... Oh. ”

As soon as his ass left the ground, he screamed and fell back, and then his whole face was wrinkled into a dried chrysanthemum.

"What's wrong?"

"I, my legs are numb. "After squatting for too long, his legs are numb and he doesn't look like he own, and it hurts like pins and needles when he moves.

Ye Fan was speechless, wouldn't she be in for a long time, how much would he squat here, wouldn't he stand up or sit down?

Receiving Ye Fan's gaze falling on him as if he was mentally retarded, Dai Xiongzhao's cheeks flushed, and he said with a stiff neck: "I just thought about life here and forgot about it." ”

Caring for the mentally handicapped is everyone's responsibility.

Ye Fan raised his eyes, looked at the night with a deep expression, and waited for the blood to circulate in his legs before he spoke: "Have you finished thinking about life?"

Dai Xiongzhao moved his legs, the pinprick soreness had been relieved a lot, and he quickly got up from the ground, jumped twice, and then pretended to be serious, and muttered: "After thinking about it, I think my life is ...... Hey, Master Goddess, wait for me, you haven't said if Brother Meng was also entangled by that thing?"

"No, he's clean around him. ”

Ye Fan rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to this retarded person, turned around and walked towards the garage.

The villa's garage is quite large, and there are several cars in it, including sports cars, business vehicles, off-road vehicles, and a low-key BMW.

Ye Fan's gaze paused on the blue Porsche sports car, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a dark light swept through.

Dai Xiongzhao opened the driver's door, and before he could sit inside, the door was held down by one hand, and he looked at the owner of that hand suspiciously.

Ye Fan's chin raised towards the passenger seat, and said, "You sit in the passenger seat, I'll drive." ”

"Oh, good. Dai Xiongzhao didn't suspect it at all, and turned to the passenger seat very neatly, in his opinion, Ye Fan is omnipotent, driving such a pediatric thing, she is at her fingertips, and even he imagined that she could drive his sports car as an airplane.

So he not only happily gave up the driver's seat, but also watched Ye Fan excitedly watch Ye Fan's operation as fierce as a tiger.