Chapter 135: Fang Xinqi, aren't you going to give me an explanation yet? Some of the past is destined to be unforgettable, no matter how hard she tries to dig it out of her memory, those memories that have long been deep in the bone marrow will not be forgotten.

Fang Xinqi, this name is like an unavoidable spell, even if she has too many complex emotions and too much hatred for him, it is undeniable that the first thing she thinks of is him in such a helpless and isolated situation.

The eyes were inexplicably moist in the cool night.

Snorted, Xia Fan pretended to stubbornly contaminate the moisture stained with his eyelashes, stubbornly thinking that it was the cold air at night that stained his eyelashes.

Rubbing her arms with her little hands to calm down, she raised her legs and walked towards the hotel.

It's just that she had just taken a few steps when her phone vibrated and buzzed.

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Putting down the phone, Xia Fan stood at the intersection, letting the cold wind entwined at the night tuyere hit his face.

The aunt who had just called, told herself that the auction of her mother's works would be postponed for ten days because of a temporary situation.

The slender body stood under the street lamp, and the faint yellow light stretched Xia Fan's figure, making her face already white and faintly glowing as jade-white as moonlight.

Two years ago, she was tired enough to drag her bruised body, and she couldn't remember where her body was intact.

Now, not two years ago, but it didn't make her relax as scheduled, and she was still living a gray and white life.

Her relatives left one after another, she couldn't figure out the reason for this, on the one hand, she had to investigate all this clearly, on the other hand, her mother's works were going to be auctioned again, plus now Xia Yuhang and Xia Bai of the Xia family had accidents one after another, these things that she needed to deal with made her feel endless tiredness.

She has never been a cold machine, she has her own emotions, her stubbornness, her persistence, and what is in her bones, no matter what, will not change.

Grabbing the hand resting in her pocket, she curled up, her fingertips inadvertently touching a cold, metallic object.

Xia Fan's heart trembled, she didn't look at it, she knew what it was, it was the double "F" ring that Fang Xinqi gave herself, a ring that she told him no longer existed.

Holding the ring tightly in the palm of the hand, an inexplicable, indescribable feeling spreads from the palm inch by inch until it reaches the tip of your heart.

When she spread her hands again, her plain white cheeks regained her usual calm.

Suppressing his emotions, Xia Fan turned back to the hotel.

Walking on foot, she happened to pass by her home here in Liangcheng.

The feeling of familiarity around her made her pause.

Raising her head, she looked at the dark home in the unclear light.

There was no light on, and there had been no one living here for two years, and suddenly, there was a feeling that vines were entangled in her body and mind, and her heart was tightened.

Once, this was where she and her mother lived, but later because of her mother's bad heart and the impact of lung cancer one after another, she never came back here, even if she returned to Liangcheng a few times, she stayed in the hotel and didn't remember to come back here.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that his heart was being pulled, and Xia Fan raised his feet and walked upstairs.

Because this is the old district, the buildings are a few years old, and every time she lifts her feet, she will make a "squeak, squeak" sound with the stairwell.

If you listen closely, it's weird.

Standing in the doorway, she just stared at the closed door with complicated eyes because she didn't have a key.

The door was full of dust, the light was not bright, and Xia Fan did not find that there were man's footprints on the heavy dust.

I don't know how long the time passed, Xia Fan's thoughts flew away, and the door was unscrewed open from the inside.

"Squeak—"

The sound of the door shaft turning sounded, and Fang Xinqi's long body, wearing a thin black shirt, stood straight in the open door.

In the dim and unknown light, the eyes were facing each other.

Xu didn't expect that there would be someone in his family, Xia Fan was stunned, and looked at the man with a handsome face and deep facial features in every place.

His hand was on the doorknob and tightened.

The moment he saw Xia Fan, Fang Xinqi's calm face didn't have any expression, but his heart was inexplicably chaotic.

It's just that he hasn't seen him for a while, and he found that Xia Fan is thinner than he remembered.

I thought she was still in Germany, but I didn't expect to see her here.

Later, when he thought that Ruan Yi's paintings were going to be auctioned, he also thought clearly about the cause and effect of the matter.

Clenching the small hand in his pocket, Xia Fan spoke, breaking the stiff atmosphere of repeated staring between the two people.

"Why are you here?"

This was her home, and the presence of this man made her naturally think that this man might continue to do some unseemly things to disgust herself.

Hearing Xia Fan's unfriendly tone when he questioned him, Fang Xinqi frowned.

Seeing that the man in front of him was silent, just staring at him with a pair of gray eyes and a cold gaze like ice, Xia Fan asked again.

"I'm asking why you're here?"

Fang Xinqi would appear here, making Xia Fan intuitively think that he had the key to his own house in his hand.

Pushing away the man in front of her, she broke into the room with a noticeable change in her face.

Entering the house, Xia Fan looked around to see what had changed in the room and two years ago.

But she didn't notice anything wrong, and it seemed that he didn't move anything in the house.

Turning around, she looked at Fang Xinqi.

"Why are you here, and what else do you want to do?"

The vigilant gaze and interrogating tone made Fang Xinqi feel faintly uncomfortable.

There have been too many things that have happened recently, Xia Fan is very annoying, and she has planned to ignore the past suspicions with this man, throw away all those love and hate, and live a good life by herself, but his sudden appearance made her repeatedly want to calm down, and she still inadvertently made waves.

It can be seen that this woman's attitude towards herself is still hostile, and Fang Xinqi's eyebrows are tightly locked.

He had given her enough time to calm down, but after meeting, the two of them were still in such an incompatible state of confrontation.

Xia Fan didn't want to let herself have feelings for this man, but she didn't have the courage to love or hate, but she couldn't stop being pulled by these two emotions and pulling her reason.

Xia Fan's sensitive look of rejection of himself fell on Fang Xinqi's eyes perfectly, and he ignored her unfriendly gaze at him, and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"When did you return home?"

Fang Xinqi closed the door, walked in, and stood in the position of looking at Xia Fan.

Xia Fan was still silent, with a pair of eyes with complex emotions, looking at him indifferently.

"You've lost weight!"

Fang Xinqi took out a cigarette and lit it on his lips, and the blue-white smoke entwined, blurring the man's handsome face with sharp edges and sharp facial features.

Walking to the window, he opened the window, dissipating the smoke, the space where the dust was already floating.

Listening to the man's voice without emotional ups and downs, he could inexplicably cut into the most vulnerable place in his heart, Xia Fan frowned.

"Why are you here?"

Xia Fan asked again and again.

"Aren't you feeling uneasy when you're here?"

Her mother, she, this place is full of the breath of their mother and daughter, and his cruel wrist made them not live a life of peace after the mother and daughter met him, Xia Fan didn't know what kind of psychology he Fang Xinqi appeared here.

Asked by Xia Fan, Fang Xinqi looked at her with a certain deep meaning with gray eyes.

Psychological disturbance? If he hadn't been mentally disturbed, he wouldn't have deceived himself like this for the past two years, using mental and spiritual whipping to ruthlessly let himself live a life of walking dead.

Fang Xinqi was silent, and looked at Xia Fan with his eyes, so that Xia Fan, who couldn't see what the gaze flashed under his eyes meant, walked in front of him with steps.

"Fang Xinqi, aren't you going to give me an explanation yet?"

A man who does not have psychological deformities and has normal thinking would do such a thing, and there must be a reason for the root cause.

What Ruan Jinsong said to herself still echoes in her mind.

She didn't rule out that what his uncle said was not a lie, but what his uncle told her was not true.

Looking at the little woman who was close at hand, looking at herself with black and white eyes, she wanted to get the truth urgently, Fang Xinqi's inconspicuous and undewy face looked at her indifferently.