Zou Siqi specially took a day off to help her move, and seeing many dissatisfaction with the newly rented house, she couldn't help but complain. Du Xiaosu comforted her: "Anyway, I will only live temporarily, and when the new house is renovated, I will also move." ”

She decided to decorate the house, found a renovation company, and took the renovation workers to the site, only to find that the key could not open the door lock no matter what.

At first, she thought that the lock was broken and found the property, but the property manager told her: "Miss Du, the real estate company of this house has been repossessed, and the lock was just changed two days ago." ”

She was completely stupid, like five thunderbolts, she only felt unbelievable, and it took a long time before she remembered to call Lei Yuzheng, but the switchboard refused to turn the phone over, and her sweet voice refused her: "I'm sorry Miss Du, I can't transfer your call to Mr. Lei's office." ”

She was in a hurry, and remembered the name that sent her the key, it should be Lei Yuzheng's secretary, who was completely out of shape, just lost her soul, holding the phone, like holding the last straw: "What about Secretary Shan?" Can I take orders as a secretary? ”

The switchboard still refused apologetically: "I'm sorry, Secretary Shan accompanied Mr. Lei to go abroad." ”

She didn't know anyone, Lei Yuzheng went abroad, Secretary Shan accompanied him abroad, and he asked people to change the locks.

Without making a sound, he took everything.

She felt as if all her strength had been drained, and she put down the phone, and her whole person was deeply nested in the corner, like a weak animal that had been hit hard at the end, and there was no strength to struggle.

She shut herself up in the house for three days, without eating, drinking, or moving, and sat on a shabby sofa like a puppet. If only it could really be like a puppet, no pain, no thoughts, no memories, no everything.

He took back his generosity, he took the house back, he took the last bit of thought she had, she didn't do anything wrong, but he didn't intend to forgive her, she didn't feel sorry for Zhenrong, but he didn't intend to forgive again.

She may have been asleep in the middle, but when she woke up, she didn't feel hungry, and although the water and rice had not been eaten, her stomach was like a stone stuffed, and she didn't feel anything. She staggered to her feet, approached the kitchen, turned on the gas, and the little flame licked the bottom of the pot, but the pot was empty, and there was no water, and she didn't plan to boil it.

At that time, in the hospital, my mother hugged her and cried like that, and my mother almost cried and begged: "Xiaosu, you have to promise your mother, you can't go with Zhenrong, you have to promise your mother, you are the only one between me and your father, if you do something stupid, your parents really can't live." ”

At that time, she promised, promised her mother, and lived well.

But I didn't expect it to be so difficult, it was rare that she almost didn't have the strength to hold on, she really didn't have the courage to hold on.

She walked back to the bedroom and held the photo of Zhenrong and herself on the bedside table in her arms. The photo frame is cold and cold, the photo is still during the Spring Festival, the two of them were at home and she took a mobile phone, a silly headshot, two people next to each other, like two bears, magnified and very blurry. There aren't many photos of them, because the two of them are busy with work, and they can't care about taking a group photo together. Sometimes she likes to take pictures of him with a camera, but those pictures are all of him.

She still turned off the gas, because Zhenrong, Zhenrong must also want her to live well.

He used to love her like that, she loved him like that, she wouldn't go against him, she would do her best to live. She leaned her head on the armrest of the couch and fell asleep again.

It was raining lightly in the early morning, and looking out of the window, the new bamboo shoot-like building tips in the distance, and the milky white bay windows of the adjacent apartment buildings nearby, were separated by a layer of faint moisture, becoming hazy and blurry, and the whole city was enveloped in a pale gray rain and fog.

Lei Yuzheng woke up very early and came out of the bathroom, the sky outside the window was still gloomy, and the rain was still falling finely.

He changed his clothes and took the elevator downstairs to the underground garage.

It was still early and although it was raining, the traffic was very comfortable. He rarely drove himself in the city, and the sound of the sports car engine was muffled, and it shuttled lightly through the traffic, but he did not feel any pleasure. I received a call on the viaduct, and the secretary's voice came from the bluetooth: "Mr. Lei, all your trips have been canceled today, but MG has just informed me that their CEO has temporarily changed his plan and is expected to arrive in Shanghai this afternoon, you see ......"

He didn't even bother to speak, so he cut off the phone.

The secretary was amusefully not to call again.

The road is far away, the location is very secluded, and the car can only be parked at the bottom of the mountain. After going up the mountain, he had to walk for a long, long time, and he didn't have an umbrella, and the rain continued like showers, wetting his hair and clothes. On both sides of the mountain road are trees, and the leaves of camphor are as green as spring, and from time to time large drops of rain slide down the leaves and fall on the top of people's heads. In fact, the tree loses its leaves in the spring, and now it is summer.