Cheng Hao suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the materials on the table, then raised his head and glanced at the private detectives standing in front of him with a combination of ice and fire.

"It's been so long, are you going to show this?"

He waved the materials in his hand, then slammed them upwards.

The paper was sprinkled in the air like snowflakes, and the men shivered a little with fear from his appearance.

"I don't care how you search, no matter what method you use, what I want to know is where she is! Aren't you famous detectives? Have you found these after so long of searching?"

He roared, his voice echoing through the empty living room, and even the two guppies in the tank seemed restless.

Several private detectives looked at each other and didn't dare to say anything.

This time the job is really too tricky, the information given by the employer is too small, and the request is not to alarm the other party's relatives, so it is really difficult to check it like this.

Cheng Hao knew that he had lost his temper, he suppressed the impatience and anger in his heart, and then waved his hand: "You guys go on, I hope I can see something meaningful next time!"

As if they had been pardoned, they took their leave.

Cheng Hao was furious, opened the wine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine from it, and then poured a full glass with his head up.

The slight sweetness of the red wine is mixed with the bitterness in the heart, and the more you drink it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Where would such a little person go? It had been three months since she left, how was she doing now? Did she occasionally think about herself?

disappeared like this, a lot of words were not said to her, and he was really unwilling to end like this......

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat in the bus, looking out the window with a sideways face.

It's rare to have a day off, but she has nowhere to go, so she can only board the bus around the city like this. She knew that it was absolutely safe here, Cheng Hao wouldn't take the bus, and neither would the people in his circle. They were originally people in two circles, so they broke the barrier by mistake, and she really felt like a dream when she recalled everything at that time.

Outside the window, the trees had begun to sprout, and the treetops were tinged with a faint green, from here she could see the small lake in the distance, and through the layers of branches she could see the villas hidden in them, the cascading eaves reflecting golden light in the sun, blocked by walls and trees.

Those are two worlds, breathing the same air, but they are two real worlds.

There are unforgettable people she loves, and there are also past events that hate her liver and intestines.

Xiang Xiaoyuan slowly unfolded his palm, looking at the scar in his palm, although it had been a few months, he still felt very painful, more painful than the wound on his wrist.

She was in a trance, and suddenly heard two girls whispering in the front seat.

"It's weird! It's been a month, why is that Christmas tree still there?"

The bus slowly passed through the central plaza where the Christmas tree stood, out of step with the March weather.

Xiang Xiaoyuan hurriedly got out of the car and ran towards the tree like crazy.

She stood under the tree like a fool, dumbfounded, watching.

All I could think of was him standing beside him, holding his hand, and they looked at each other and smiled, tacitly.

It was so cold that day, but now that I think about it, it was all warm.

I don't know how long I watched it, but the sky gradually darkened, and the Christmas tree suddenly lit up, and it was covered with colorful lights to decorate it like a burning torch.

Xiang Xiaoyuan suddenly remembered the conversation between them:

"What if you get lost?"

"Don't worry, as long as this tree is still there, I can find it back by myself, I can't lose it!"

She suddenly understood something, and then burst into tears.

People passing by all looked sideways at the girl who was squatting under the Christmas tree and crying as if she was about to faint.

After a long time, Xiang Xiaoyuan stopped crying and slowly covered the hat on his hoodie on his head, and then turned to leave.

She still couldn't forget him, but she couldn't find a reason to go back......

Cheng Hao sat in the car and turned his head to look at the huge Christmas tree in front of the shopping mall across the street.

The lights of the shop cut through the glass of the car windows like flowing water, and the figures on them created a strange distortion on them.

The phone rang suddenly, and he picked it up.

"Tell them that the tree will continue to be kept for me, and that she will not tear it down until she returns!

With that, he turned his head away.

It's just that I didn't notice that the figure on the other side of the street who had been looking for him passed by like this, and disappeared into a noisy crowd......

It's a new day, and Xiang Xiaoyuan changes into clean work clothes and starts his busy work.

I don't know which big man is coming, but the captain ordered everyone to clean it carefully early in the morning, and even the isolation glass must be wiped spotlessly.

The colleagues around him were complaining, but Xiang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but feel worried.

Don't be someone you know, or someone you know.

She slowly moved to a colleague and whispered, "Sister Liu, can I clean the toilet today?"

Presumably, people with such status would not use the public toilets here.

Hearing her say that she wanted to change with herself, Sister Liu couldn't wait and breathed a sigh of relief to Xiaoyuan.

Fortunately, if something really goes wrong, at least you can hide in the bathroom.

After a busy day, the big man who was surrounded by the stars and the moon did not see Xiang Xiaoyuan. She lowered her head and wiped the watermark from the floor with a mop cloth. Then lower the brim of your hat to make way for customers who come to the bathroom.

Finally, when it was time to get off work, Xiang Xiaoyuan shook his sore arm and walked to the tool room, finally able to drink a sip of water, I was so tired today.

At this time, the manager of the mall was walking over with an old man with silver hair, saying something as he walked out.

The manager, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, saw that these cleaners all looked like they had nostrils in the sky, and at this moment he was low-voiced and flattering, like a pug held in his hand.

Seeing him like that, Xiang Xiaoyuan felt disgusted, so he turned around and wanted to dodge.

Unexpectedly, the old man looked at her and suddenly asked her questions.

The old man asked her questions in London-accented English, simple questions about the flow of customers in the mall, and the management of the mall.

The translator was about to speak the old man's words to Xiaoyuan in Chinese, but he did not expect Xiang Xiaoyuan to answer fluently in English.

She has a clear mind and fluent language, and tells him the concept of the mall, the customer flow and the analysis of the surrounding environment.

Although her spoken language still inevitably had a Chinese flavor, it was enough to shock everyone present.