"Can't be opened." Yang Jian stood in the dim corridor and looked at Sun Xiaomo in thought, "There are people inside, there are four of them." ”

Sun Xiaomo frowned, and suddenly felt unhappy about being occupied by a dove, she had paid attention to the time on the way, only three months had passed since her birthday, that is, the day she crossed, the house was left to her by her parents, even if she was dead here, it was only three months, who was so fast, even the door lock was changed for her?!

There was no trace of fluctuation in Sun Xiaomo's tone: "Ring the doorbell." ”

"Pedaling"

The sound of high heels stepping on the steps sounded in the corridor, and a young woman in a suit appeared on the stairs, she saw Yang Jian standing outside the door, her slightly tired face showed a look of surprise, she frowned, and walked up slowly: "Who are you looking for?" ”

The moment Sun Xiaomo saw her, she almost couldn't help jumping out of Yang Jian's arms, and she was pouring out! I want to kill you!

Yang Jian pressed her back in time, he blocked the open mouth of the little milk dog with his fist, the little milk dog whined twice, retracted with teary eyes, and looked at the young woman who was looking at them inexplicably-Zhao Tian.

Yang Jian was always a little cold and reserved in front of people he didn't know, he raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, the expression on his face was relaxed, and his attitude was gentle but he also kept a certain distance: "I am Sun Xiaomo's friend." ”

When Yang Jian looked at Zhao Tian, Zhao Qian was also looking at Yang Jian, such a boy must be from a good background, either rich or expensive, she didn't know if Sun Xiaomo really knew each other, but as soon as Yang Jian's words came out, Zhao Tian smiled:

"You have a good relationship with her?"

Yang Jian let out a bland "um", admitting it very refreshingly.

Sun Xiaomo's heart warmed and moved, she timidly looked at Zhao Tian, whose smile was getting brighter and brighter, and silently shrank into Yang Jian's arms, trying to reduce the sense of savings.

"What are you looking for her for?" There was a hint of patience in Zhao Tian's tone, Sun Xiaomo thought that she had been very angry recently, otherwise she would not be irritable in less than two sentences.

Yang Jian's words were concise and to the point, and he spit out two words like gold: "There is something." ”

"Bang", Zhao Tian clenched his fist and slammed the door, and then frantically rang the doorbell, but the look on her face was calm and terrifying, she rang the doorbell while turning her head, and looked at Yang Jian indifferently: "You don't have to look for her in the future, she is dead, and, you remember-" The corners of Zhao Tian's mouth hooked, and said word by word, "For Sun Xiaomo, I am her most important person, the little ghost she never mentioned, she didn't even know about her death, and she didn't even come to her funeral. What qualifications do you have to say that you have a good relationship with her? ”

Yang Jian: "......"

Sun Xiaomo: "......" (*/w\*) This is my best friend, a terrible woman with a strong sense of possessiveness.

The door opened, a dazzling light poured out, and a woman with cucumber slices on her face scolded in annoyance: "Press what! Look for death! Damn, it's you—"

"Smack!" A loud slap interrupted the woman's angry scolding.

Suddenly, the entire corridor was silent.

Sun Xiaomo's mouth opened into an "O" shape, and she looked at Zhao Tian who took out a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her fingers slowly - I haven't seen her for three months, what happened! Dump baby, you've become so violent!

Zhao Tian raised his head, looked at the woman whose eyes were about to pop out, trembling all over, threw the handkerchief on the black garbage bag on the side, and there was a chilling ruthlessness in his calm tone: "Limited to your family, get out of here within three days, Xiaomo is dead, I have nothing to worry about in this world, I don't mind pouring gasoline and setting fire to your family before going to the police station to report and turn themselves in, hehe, anyway, this house has also been soiled by you, I can throw away all the furniture and redecorate it again, But the qiē related to Xiaomo will also disappear as a result...... It's all your fault, and if I kill you, I'll be a little better off. When she finished speaking, she lowered her eyes with a serious expression that seemed like a good idea.

Sun Xiaomo was stunned, looking at Zhao Tian's side face in a daze, and tears flowed out in an instant-why did it become like this? Is this still the Zhao Qian she is familiar with?

The cucumber slices on the woman's face had already fallen off, and no matter who heard Zhao Tian's tone, they would not think that she was just a verbal threat, and it was precisely because of this awareness that she felt even more terrifying.

Zhao Tian didn't look at her, turned around and left.

A man's voice came from the house: "Wife, is that woman gone?" ”

The moment she was hugged by Yang Jian and left, Sun Xiaomo saw the face of the man in the house clearly, and after recognizing who the other party was, she understood everything at once.

Her father was a child adopted from an orphanage, and then the family that adopted her father gave birth to another son, and gradually began to snub her father, and then something happened, her father moved out of the house, and then her father and mother died suddenly in a car accident, and no relatives were willing to accept Sun Xiaomo, including her grandparents, and the welfare home was unwilling to ask her, if it wasn't for Zhao Tian's parents to help, she not only couldn't keep the house left by her parents, maybe she would be sold by traffickers to that mountain to be a daughter-in-law... …

The two husbands and wives who occupy the magpie's nest are Sun Xiaomo's nominal second uncle and second aunt.

The house was occupied by them, Sun Xiaomo thought about it, and felt not very surprised, it was something that the family could do...... Sun Xiaomo didn't care much about the problem of the house, she came back this time to give the suicide note she had written a long time ago to Zhao Tian, she was going to leave all her property to Zhao Tian, but Zhao Tian's appearance was very wrong.

Such a strange Zhao Tian was something she had never seen before.

She seems to care too much about herself, Sun Xiaomo always feels weird, and she is worried that she thinks too much, after all, she and Zhao Tian grew up together, eat and sleep together, and the intimate relationship between girls with deep feelings is nothing...... Right?

Yang Jian looked down at the little milk dog in a daze, looked at Zhao Tian who was walking not far in front of him with deep eyes, thought about it, and decided to tell Sun Xiaomo what he observed, he pinched the little milk dog's ears with his fingers, the little milk dog was stunned and didn't react, poked the little milk dog's head, the little milk dog tilted his head, and still didn't react. Yang Jian wanted to laugh a little, flexed his fingers and scratched the belly of the little milk dog, as the owner, he knew best where his pet's itchy meat was, Sun Xiaomo broke the gong, "whooped" and screamed, and couldn't stand it and shrunk his body into a ball: "Don't scratch!" Don't scratch! It's itching to death! ”

"In this woman's body is another person's soul."

Sun Xiaomo didn't understand what she was saying at first, Yang Jian pinched her chin, gently turned her head, and let her eyes look at Zhao Tian in front of her, and then he opened his third eye, and the golden light invisible to the mortal eye hit Zhao Tian's body, Sun Xiaomo looked fixedly, and slowly, his heart became more and more shocked, Zhao Tian's body, there was an overlapping gray figure!

Yang Jian flicked his fingers, and a force hit the trash can beside Zhao Tian, Zhao heard the movement, turned his head to look, Sun Xiaomo was shocked to find that the face was not the face she was familiar with, but the face of a man......

"Uh, boss?"

The golden light disappeared, Yang Jian closed his third eye, the man's face disappeared, Zhao Qian was still Zhao Tian, a genuine woman, she seemed to feel something, stopped and turned around, looked at Yang Jian coldly, and sneered.

Sun Xiaomo thought about it carefully, Zhao Tian's personality and boss seemed to be a little similar.

…… But now Zhao is obviously more distorted.

"Is she Zhao Tian or not?" Sun Xiaomo muttered to herself.

Yang Jian and Zhao Tian looked at each other from a distance, their lips barely moved, and the voice came into Sun Xiaomo's ears: "His soul has been attached to this ** for at least twenty years, and this woman should have died twenty years ago judging from her face." ”

Sun Xiaomo: "......"