Chen Yu actually went to adjust the surveillance video.

There was a chill all over my body, the hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and the voice on the other end of the phone was a little confused: "Sir?"

I was about to hang up, the bathroom door slowly opened, I hurriedly turned around, and saw Chen Yu walking out with a bath towel.

"I forgot to take off my watch," he said, taking off his watch and putting it on the table, not noticing my flickering gaze, "Got a phone?"

I forced my composure, pulled the corner of my lips and smiled at him, and handed it to him. Chen Yu's gaze was fixed on me, his face was blank, and he didn't say anything.

He answered the phone and walked into the study, and although he deliberately lowered the decibel level through a door, I could still faintly hear his voice and hear him mention some "blind spots".

When Chen Yu came out, his face was a little gloomy, and he entered the bathroom without saying a word, and I put down my high heart, and secretly rejoiced that Liu Zuochen was fortunate to hide in the women's bathroom. It's just that I can't feel at ease no matter what, and he's already starting to doubt me.

Since that day, I have been keeping an eye on Chen Yu all the time, but fortunately he has not moved.

On the weekend, I had nothing to do at home, and I signed up for a flower art class at Su Yao's instigation. The teacher is a professor of horticulture at Su Yao School, who is well-known in China. In Su Yao's words, I am also a person who has stepped into high society with half a foot, and I have to think about improving myself.

I laughed on the phone: "Stay with you all day, close to Zhu Zhechi, it's a little difficult to improve." ”

The floral art class lasts for two hours every Saturday morning. Unexpectedly, the first time I went to class, I met an unexpected person.

There was a traffic jam on the road that morning, and when Xiao Liu dropped me off at the flower art class, it had been five minutes since the class started. The classroom is not large, and there are many students who come, and there are no seats when I go in. The teacher was explaining with flowers, and I hesitated at the door with my bag, a little impulsive to leave.

A woman beckoned to me and signaled that there was a seat next to her. I looked over, was stunned, and silently greeted the eighteenth generation of Su Yao's ancestors in my heart. It's really a great fate, it's not someone else, Mrs. Chen Yu, Lin Jing.

Although Mrs. Chen is over 30 years old, she is very well maintained, her skin is fair and firm, she has a touch of red lips, wears a beige dress, and pinched out her waist. In all fairness, it's really pretty. She stood up, stepped inside, made room for a seat, curled her red lips and smiled, "Sit, don't see outside." ”

I sat down stubbornly, and Lin Jing asked kindly, "You are also here to listen to the class?" She told me the steps I had just taken to tell me that I had not been exposed to this knowledge before, and I only remembered that when I was very young, my mother and her friends had arranged flowers at home. He sat in the back position, not keeping up with the teacher's rhythm.

Lin Jing is skillful, and she patiently taught me step by step. Although he deliberately kept his distance from her, after half a class, the two of them talked a lot. Lin Jing said that she had studied floristry with this teacher before, but she was too busy with work and her craft was obviously unfamiliar. I heard that the teacher had recently started a new class, so I came to study.

The woman pinched a carnation, which was more beautiful than flowers, she slowly put the flowers on the table, looked at me carefully, and said to me: "I always feel that you are a little familiar." The smile on my lips froze, and I almost broke the stem of the daffodil in my hand.