Standing in front of the window of the hotel room, Kashiwahara had an unlit cigarette in his hand, and he had just made a phone call, and he dialed the phone into the mobile phone of one of his friends, who had enough resources in his hands, believing that he would be able to get to know the woman who claimed to be Mu Youen completely in a week.

As long as there is really a woman named Mu Youen in this world, then he has a way to get information about her growth, and it is not difficult for him to judge the authenticity of a person.

Kashiwahara Xiu tried to recall the expression on the face of the woman named Mu Youen this afternoon, the tone of her voice, some small movements, and a small hope burning in his chest, Kashiwahara Xiu didn't believe that there would be people who looked exactly the same in this world.

Now, at this moment! All Kashiwahara can do is wait, without the slightest anxiety and impatience, on the contrary, he needs to be calmer than ever.

The land he was treading on was the location of his honeymoon with Zhao Xiangnon at that time, when she said that she must buy a brightly colored Turkish gauze skirt to dress herself up like a peacock, with a cheesy bracelet in her hand, and a Turkish barbecue in her mouth to swagger through the market.

Three years after Zhao Xiangnong disappeared, Bai Yuan Xiu dared to set foot on this land, and his current hotel is also the hotel they said they would live in at that time, and the hotel room should face the sea.

Touching the engagement ring on his ring finger, Kashiwahara embroidered and whispered, "Xiao Nong, I'm here, and where are you now?" ”

On the left-hand table, there is milk and fruit snacks, in addition to fruit snacks, there is also a magazine, the French "Gazette", the cover of the magazine is dominated by the portrait of a beautiful woman, they call that woman Madame Juan, beautiful, intellectual, she is an Asian woman with one-eighth French ancestry, the French call her the French Hillary.

Last week, the Frenchman's vision of Hillary Clinton finally became the representative of France's permanent council member to the United Nations, and the French called her achievements in politics a woman's rose life.

Kashiwahara doesn't care about this, he cares about another person who is related to this woman, and Mrs. Juan has another name - Rensu. Juan Song. Juan is her husband's surname, Song is her own family's surname, and she also has a nephew named Song Yuze.

Yes, Song Yuze! Zhao Xiangnong's husband Song Yuze.

The man on the second page of the magazine has the magic of making people can't take their eyes off, combing his neat hairstyle, khaki dress, dark blue bow tie, the photographer only shoots his side, even the side can let those girls who live in cheap rental houses secretly hide in their hearts, and dare to sneak in until late at night, chewing slowly in their hearts, eager to put on the crystal slipper to come to him and get his favor.

This is the only time Song Yuze has appeared in public in the past year and a half, and his appearance has made his aunt's Rose Life more gorgeous, it is said that Song Yuze only stayed for half an hour at his aunt's inauguration ceremony and left in a hurry, but that half an hour was enough to make the celebrities who also have extraordinary backgrounds crazy, they always openly confess or whisper in public social occasions without conveying such a message: they are happy to stand by Song Yuze's side and become his second wife, they searched for information about Song Yuze and his first wife, and came to the conclusion that Song Yuze and his first wife had no love.

Once on a stormy night, Bai Yuan embroidery found Song Yuze, he grabbed him by the collar and yelled loudly: You are the number one bastard in the world, you are the executioner, Xiao Nong left because of you...

He couldn't say those words.

"Song Yuze, if you don't love her, why do you want to take her away from me."

In the rain, Song Yuze let him fight and fight like this, at that moment, Bai Yuan embroidered a feeling that Song Yuze may also be in love with Zhao Xiangnong.

Half a year later, with Song Yuze issuing a press release, Kashiwahara Xiu realized that it was just his delusion, and Song Yuze published a few numbers on his personal social network, in which he explained that he had not yet completed a year of marriage.

Finally, he said: Let the departed person rest in peace, and he will continue his new life.

After a while, Kashiwahara finally knew the real reason why Song Yuze would marry Zhao Xiangnong, and Kashiwahara found that he didn't have much sadness or anger when he got the truth.

It turns out that it's really like adults who want to make their children better: "Honey, God is watching, and you will get what you do for what you do."

Behind that truth is his endless longing for the vanished people.

Kashiwahara Xiu picked up the magazine, turned the second page, he carefully observed Song Yuze in the magazine, at this time, he especially wanted to peel off Song Yuze's incomprehensibly beautiful skin, to see what kind of mental structure this man hidden under the skin.

Song Yuze is the number one bastard in the world, an executioner, or a demon dressed as an angel.

On the hour, the waiter came in to clean up the food truck.

"Throw this magazine in the trash, I don't want to see this kind of mess in the future." Pointing to the magazine on the dining table, Kashiwahara said to the waiter.

Friday night was the second best night in the week, and the first time was Saturday night.

There is a TV variety show that Mu Youen likes on Friday night, and Friday night also means that twenty-four hours pass is Saturday, and on Saturday night she and An Tuohai have formed some kind of tacit understanding, turn off the lights this night, after a little brewing, he will put his hand into her clothes, touch her and rub her, and wait until her body gets hot and soft His body will cover it, and gently rub her and enter her.

She liked the pleasure of the mind more than the stimulation of the senses, the feeling of him buried in her body, it was a melting pot-like emotion, she couldn't tell who was who, they were tightly connected, and that fusion turned into satisfaction.

At that time, An Tuohai was a little different from his usual life, with a little vanity and pranks, she would ask him a word or two when he was sprinting, and his voice was very sexy, not only sexy, but also a little bit of annoyance.

"Mu Youen, you shut up for me."

So she will obediently shut up, and listen wholeheartedly to the wheezing sound that belongs to her and him in the dark night, the shy girl and the taciturn young man are desperately suppressing their voices, dumb, interpreting the most primitive language that belongs to human beings, you can feel it without making a sound, and you can get happiness without lingering love words.

At the extreme, Mu Youen would bite his lip and not let himself scream, because he would worry about whether her body could withstand him.

In his mind, she was like a fragile crystal.

This Friday morning, Mu Youen had a little white rabbit jumping in her heart, she liked the rose-shaped night light made by Sena very much, she wanted to put the night light in their room, she wanted to make the night light on tomorrow night, she seemed to be bolder and greedy.

Not only did she want to hear his voice in a moment like that, but she also wanted to see the expression on his face through the light of the nightlight.

Is it hungry like a wolf, and the message hidden in its eyes is: not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough! Hey, little wildcat, I said you didn't eat and twist your waist quickly.

Ahem...... That's how Senna described her boyfriend when she wanted him.

Mu Youen also wanted to take advantage of the light to look at An Tuohai to see if there was fine sweat on his forehead when he asked for her? See if his elk-like eyes are full of obsessive love? That's all she wants to see, and that's enough to make her satisfied.

But...... The light of the night light seemed to be a little bright, and she was afraid that she would be uncomfortable then, and it would be nice if it was dimer, just a faint light, and Senna told her that if she did, she would need to customize the bulb herself.

After struggling for a long time, when An Tuohai wanted to go out, Mu Youen stuffed the note into his hand, and the note had the size and brightness of the bulb she wanted.

"What do you want this for?" An Tuohai asked.

"I bought a night light and put it in our room." Mu Youen stammered a little when he replied.

An Tuohai nodded, and Mu Youen grabbed him again, stammering even more: "Ah... Tuo, can you let the master get it done tomorrow, I think ......"

The little abacus in his heart made Mu Youen's cheeks a little hot, perhaps, he could see what was written from her expression, and his eyes began to feel uncomfortable when he looked at her, and he lowered his head, and he said sullenly: "Got it." ”

Waiting for An Tuohai to leave, Mu Youen quickly ran up the half-meter-high building, here is a small wooden attic, the small attic is specially designed for her to listen to music, read books, rest, the attic to the north of the window can see the road, Monday to Saturday An Tuohai will drive from the road to the factory, forty kilometers away from her home is the coffee processing factory, that is An Tuohai opened more than two years ago, they said that the coffee processing factory is developing better and better, now there are many people in this town working in the coffee processing factory, The people of this town are praising An Tuohai's ability, and every time they hear such a Mu Youen, they listen attentively, for fear of missing any details, and they will only be satisfied after listening to it, as if they have just finished a big meal.

The familiar sound of the car engine sounded, the sound of the car engine came to the window of the attic, Mu Youen opened the curtains, not sooner or later, the car passed by the window, at this time An Tuohai would slow down the speed of the car, she would open her mouth and smile at An Tuohai, and she would wave to An Tuohai with her beautiful movements.

Senna once laughed at her, her husband and wife relationship with An Tuohai seemed to have been stuck in the mode of first love, and then, Mu Youen would retort with a red face: Nonsense, we have slept together many times.

Yes, obviously they have slept together many times, occasionally, Mu Youen will also feel that Senna is very reasonable, she and An Tuohai are childhood sweethearts, and childhood sweethearts should be free of suspicion, but in their bodies, they occasionally see each other's gains and losses, maybe this is why they are careful with each other, just like caring for the apple tree on the mountain, they are doing their best to care for their love.

Actually, Mu Youen likes the way she gets along with An Tuohai now, her love for him is growing every day, and that kind of love grows in her heart, sweet and sour.

On Saturday, Kashiwahara finally got what he wanted, a day or two earlier than he expected, which is not good news, because the shorter it takes, the simpler it is, and the simpler it is, the more it means that there are no secrets.

The thin bag confirmed his bad premonition.

The friend who brought him the information was called Joe, and his job was to manage the database covering the whole of the Americas, and with his permission, Kashiwahara opened the information bag.

The daylight faded, the night fell, the half moon climbed up the clouds, climbed the clouds and then disappeared, the starlight clusters spread over the heavy sky, the waiter replaced the evening table with a supper meal, and the 24-hour housekeeper smiled on his face and said in a kind and family-like tone: Sir, do you have any requirements for the food prepared for you? If you have one, you are welcome to give us your valuable comments.

With a wave of Kashiwahara's hand, the room returned to quiet, the kind of deathly silence.

Kashiwahara sat on the balcony and stared blankly at the sky.

In this world, there are two people who are exactly the same, there really are!

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