When he arrived near the villa, Han Chuan turned his head vigilantly and looked around. After going around the big villa several times to make sure that no reporter was there, he knocked on the door of the villa again.

The door to that villa hadn't opened for him yet.

Han Chuan's eyes circled around again, confirming that there was no one around.

"Haruka, I was wrong. Is it okay to open the door?" Han Chuan kept knocking outside, but there was no response from inside.

"It's so cold outside that I want to go home. Haruka, I was wrong, I really know it's wrong. I won't do it again next time. ”

The door hasn't opened yet.

"Damn!" Han Chuan scolded secretly and spat again. When he said this before, Feng Yao had already opened the door.

"Feng Yao! Feng Yao, you open the door!" Han Chuan kicked the door of the villa angrily.

"Bastard, do you want Lao Tzu to freeze to death?" Han Chuan slammed on the door.

The heavy door of the villa was slammed and let out a low roar.

At first, Han Chuan's tone was very weak, because he knew that he had done something wrong again. But Feng Yao never opened the door, but Han Chuan had more confidence to be angry.

He used his feet and hands together, kicking and banging frantically on the door of the villa. "Open the door to Lao Tzu! What qualifications do you have to lock me out! Don't forget, who raised you!"

The door finally opened a crack......

Han Chuan, who was lying in the car, suddenly woke up, and he sat up suddenly. Han Chuan looked at everything he was familiar with in front of him, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

His chest was pounding violently. Han Chuan reached out and pressed his heart, forcing it not to beat so fast.

The sweetness after marriage made Han Chuan quickly forget that Feng Yao. He sometimes naively thinks that he has really forgotten. But who knows, Feng Yao has already taken root in his own heart and settled down.

Perhaps, Feng Yao is now living in the big villa that Han Chuan once built for her deep in her heart.

There was a sudden burst of warmth on his face, and Han Chuan reached out and touched his cheek. He smiled complicatedly, "Heh, tears ......"

Han Chuan took out a tissue and wiped the tears that had been flooding for a long time, "In this life, I'm afraid I can't forget it." ”

Han Chuan fell asleep again in a daze, but only in a state of light sleep. I don't know if he thought it in his head or did it in a dream, but he dreamed of the girl he hadn't seen for a long time......

Han Chuan finally woke up in the past. He rubbed his cheeks with his hands, forcing himself to wake up. After waking up, he hugged his body tightly and shrank in the car.

In such a small space, he was uncomfortable lying down, and of course he couldn't sleep again.

Han Chuan took out the power bank and connected it to the mobile phone. After reading a day's gossip about Siska, my phone is running out of battery. Although the two resolved the misunderstanding and reconciled, Han Chuan always felt that Siska didn't want to reconcile so much.

Believe it or not, a new album of the two reconciled will be released next week, and Siska can't be contacted.

He stared boredly at Li Siming's big villa through the car window.

Li Siming is Siska's rumored boyfriend, and I don't know if it's a real boyfriend.

The villa is really big and really beautiful. Through the gate, you can see a small fountain inside.

For a while, Han Chuan was full of thoughts, and Han Chuan ruthlessly cut off that emotional line.

He turned around and rubbed his hands. In this kind of weather, it is still a little cold at night. Sure enough, a home with a wife will have temperature.

Before getting married, Han Chuan also had such a villa, and he once recognized that the person in the villa would be Feng Yao. I just didn't expect the change to come so quickly. That villa followed the wind and Yao no longer belonged to Han Chuan.

In order to get married, Han Chuan bought a new villa that was not the same as in the past, and married the woman he loved the most at this time......

The sound of the video call interrupted Han Chuan's memories.

"Have you waited for Siska?" Hu Liannan held up his mobile phone and used his hand to pull the broken hair scattered on his forehead behind him, so that Han Chuan could see himself clearly in the camera.

"No, I don't. Han Chuan scratched his scalp decadently, and then grinned at her helplessly, "It's enough to choke today." ”