The surroundings were calm, and Fu Tingxiao lay quietly on the leather sofa.

The furnishings in the room are completely soft, simple and understated, with a walnut shelf opposite to which some old records are placed.

In addition to piano music, the music that Wen Soft admires the most is jazz, and jazz occupies the majority of the records on the shelf.

There was a stack of information neatly placed on the small coffee table in front of him, and when he opened the title page, Fu Tingxiao saw the content on it.

It was the script of some stage plays, which were carefully marked and written in soft handwriting.

The area of the apartment is not large, and after reading the living room, Fu Tingxiao got up and went into the kitchen.

In the past, even if Wen Rou couldn't see with his eyes, he still insisted on cooking when he was in the Fu family.

Standing in the small kitchen, Fu Tingxiao can imagine a soft and busy figure.

Finally, he went into the bedroom.

The single bed is not very comfortable, and there is still the breath of Wen Soft's body on it, this is the closest Fu Tingxiao has come to Wen Soft in the past five years.

He lay flat on the bed, slowly closing his eyes, full of fatigue, as if the sweet smell in the air was gradually fading.

When Fu Tingxiao woke up, it was already two hours later.

Los Angeles has been shrouded in twilight, and this view from the apartment window shows the long coastline and the rows of coconut trees on the beach.

Fu Tingxiao walked out of the apartment, and the bodyguard followed behind, "Mr. Fu, there is news from the airline, Mrs. She has indeed returned to China three days ago, and the destination of the flight is Haicheng, and the major hotels in Haicheng are currently being investigated." ”

"Good. The key was handed over to the bodyguard, and Fu Tingxiao stepped into the elevator, "It's time for us to go back to China." ”

When he returned to the car, Fu Tingxiao looked back at the apartment located on the coast, and suddenly spoke, "Xu Lin, you stay in Los Angeles, check her work and life in Los Angeles, the more detailed the better." ”

The bodyguard named Xu Lin immediately responded, "Yes." ”

"Let's go to the airport. ”

The car restarted and headed straight in the direction of the airport.

The flight from Los Angeles to Haicheng lasted 15 hours, and Fu Tingxiao hardly rested after arriving in Los Angeles, and did not adjust to the jet lag, and immediately took the return flight back to Haicheng on the same day.

After the plane took off, Fu Tingxiao received a message from the hotel-

Wen Ruan checked in at the Dorsett Hotel.

Wen Rou has really returned to China, and she is in Haicheng at the moment.

Fu Tingxiao held his mobile phone tightly, he couldn't wait to return to Haicheng at the moment, go to the soft front, and ask where she had gone in the past five years, why she had no news, and why she ignored the child.

When the flight landed, Fu Tingxiao had almost mastered all the movements after Wen Rou returned to China-

She first met with Bai Feng, then dined with ZA Entertainment's agent team, and seemed to follow the rental agent to see a few houses the next day.

Wen Soft seems to be really planning to live in China this time, Fu Tingxiao looked at the information in his hand, took out his mobile phone and dialed Su Yiming, "Call the rental agency and ask them to rent the property in Binhu Apartment to Wen Soft." ”

"What about the price, if it's too low, I'm afraid Madame will be suspicious......"

"It depends on her wishes. ”

"Good. ”

The phone hung up, Fu Tingxiao put it on his forehead, and he did more than 20 hours of flights in a row, with almost no rest in between, and he was already exhausted.

"Mr. Fu, where are we going next?" the driver didn't wait for Fu Tingxiao's arrangement, and mustered up the courage to ask.

Fu Tingxiao: "The Dorsett Hotel in the Binhai District. ”

"Yes. ”

The car started slowly, Fu Tingxiao squinted his eyes slightly, and when he woke up again, the car had stopped.

The car was parked at the entrance of the Emgrand Hotel, and the hotel staff knew this luxury sports car, which was limited to six cars in the world, and stood aside in a proper manner.

Fu Tingxiao rubbed his eyebrows, and was about to get out of the car, but he saw a familiar figure in a flash.

Wen Soft bowed his head and walked out of the hall, seemingly sorting out the contents of his backpack.

Although she was not much different from yesterday's surveillance video, Fu Tingxiao was still stunned.

Seeing Wen Ruan stop a taxi on the side of the road, Fu Tingxiao reacted in hindsight, "Follow that taxi." ”

The driver responded, starting the car and following closely.

It was the evening rush hour, and although there was a little delay in front, when he drove into the main road, Fu Tingxiao still saw the green taxi in front.

The car drove towards the downtown area and finally stopped at the door of a Sichuan restaurant.

"Stop. Fu Tingxiao asked the driver to park the car on the opposite side, but he didn't mean to get out of the car.

After Wen Rou entered the restaurant, he found a window seat and sat down.

Just now, Bai Feng sent her a message, saying that the person had arrived at the subway entrance, and it would take about five minutes, so let her take a look at the menu first.

So Wen Soft picked up the menu on the table and began to study, and before she could decide what to eat, Bai Feng sat opposite, and at the same time, pushed the milk tea she had just bought on the way to her in front of her.

"Three points of sugar, less ice, your favorite watermelon flavor. ”

Wen Ruan looked at the familiar logo on the bag, this milk tea was often drunk when she was in college, and after graduation, she rarely drank it again.

I didn't expect Bai Feng to remember his own tastes and preferences.

She was moved in her heart and was about to say thank you, but Bai Feng stretched out her hand to stop her, "I know what you want to say, don't say it, don't say it, let's look at the menu first." ”

"Okay, look at the menu. ”

Bai Feng's face was full of the word awkward, and Wen Rou could only follow her meaning.

Located near the university town, this small restaurant is run by a couple who have come to Haicheng from a small town in Sichuan Province to work hard, and the cooking skills of this small restaurant are so good that in Wen Ruan's opinion, the finished dishes of this restaurant do not even belong to some Michelin-starred restaurants that do not live up to their name.

Sitting in a familiar environment, Wen Ruan and Bai Feng remembered those ancient memories from their college days, and they inevitably teased each other.

It was getting dark, and the street lights were on, but the plane trees on the side of the road still obscured half of the lights.

Fu Tingxiao sat in the car across the road, and at this time, he could clearly see the people sitting in the restaurant across the street, and the expressions on their faces.

He frowned slightly, puzzled and doubtful in his heart, and wanted to rush to the other side of the street immediately, and ask him face to face why he left softly and quietly, and didn't contact him after he came back, ignoring his son, but laughing heartlessly here.

But in the end, Fu Tingxiao still suppressed this impulse.

He sat quietly in the shadows, watching the smiling Wen Rou and Bai Feng come out of the restaurant, watching the two of them wave goodbye on the side of the road, and watching Wen Rou walk along the street with unfinished thoughts until she stopped the taxi on the side of the road again and drove in the direction of the hotel.