Warm sunlight filtered through the glass and lazily poured onto the bedroom floor.

Cen Feiyan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly.

Cen Feiyan unexpectedly found that he could see things again after being poked blind in both eyes. The body that was seriously injured and ravaged in turns, and there was no discomfort at all. The corners of his lips were hooked with relief, he should be dead, otherwise, how could he not feel it at all.

Slowly sat up from the bed, her smart eyes looked around, the familiar interior layout, made her feel a little trance, this is the boudoir she lived in four years ago, every piece of furniture and furnishings in the room, he personally selected.

It's a pity that on the day she was kicked out of the Cen Mansion four years ago, everything here was moved out by the servants of the Cen Mansion, and then burned to ashes one by one. Now that she has revisited the old place, these things have appeared in front of her eyes again, making her heart have mixed feelings.

'Knock Knock'

A knock on the door interrupted Cen Feiyan's thoughts, and he instinctively asked, "Who?" ”

"Miss, it's me, Old Hu, lunch is ready. Serve it up, or do you go downstairs and eat it yourself? Outside the bedroom, the voice of the old housekeeper Lao Hu respectfully came.

The familiar voice came into his ears, Cen Feiyan was slightly stunned, Lao Hu, if I am not mistaken, four years ago, Lao Hu was kicked out of the Cen family by her father because of a few words for her. On the day he left, he was run over to death by a large truck without a license plate. Because Lao Hu has no heirs, she helped him collect the corpse. Because they're all dead, are they reunited?

"Old Hu, don't bother, I'll go down right away."

After speaking, Cen Feiyan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked quickly to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe door and saw that all the clothes in it were the styles she liked, and it was precisely because of these beautiful and luxurious items that Cen Yuexuan was jealous of her. Although Cen Yuexuan grew up by her parents' side and enjoyed the love of her parents, she did not have the luxury she had. Because compared to her grandfather's family, the Cen family is not a rich family at all.

The corners of Cen Feiyan's mouth rose, revealing a sarcastic smile, in her previous life, in order to take care of Cen Yuexuan's feelings, as long as she had it, she would prepare a copy for Cen Yuexuan. In this life, although many things have been in Cen Yuexuan's hands, she will take them back the same. She will let Cen Yuexuan know that there is a gap between them, and this gap is something that she Cen Yuexuan will never be able to catch up. Thinking of this, Cen Feiyan took a set and changed it in, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

……

Everything in Cen Mansion is still the same as four years ago, and nothing has changed.

When he came to the restaurant, Cen Feiyan saw Lao Hu standing on the side, instantly tearful eyes, took a step forward excitedly, and said apologetically and slightly choked: "Old Hu, in the past four years, have you been doing down well?" If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been ...... I burned a lot of money for you, did you receive it? I've burned a lot of villas for you. Have you received them all? ”

Old Hu was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, what's wrong with the eldest lady, why did she start talking nonsense after falling asleep, it can't be an evil spirit. He said worriedly: "Miss, are you okay, isn't it just a broken love?" You burn paper and villas above and below, don't scare me. ”