Mu Baiqian stood in front of the door of the room, thinking hesitantly.

Is it on, or is it not?

If it is opened, will Jian Sheng be angry?

Mu Baiqian struggled for a full five minutes before he made up his mind.

Raising his head, he looked curiously at the door.

Just go in and take a look, it shouldn't matter, right?

Curiosity prompted Mu Baiqian to open the door, and a good fragrance came from the room, and Mu Baiqian was stunned for a moment.

This is the smell of Jian Sheng!

Walk in and look around.

The room is furnished with warm and simple walls, light brown wooden floors, and about 800 square meters, which is staggeringly large.

On the walls are large and small picture frames, all of which are the same person.

A woman with a melon seed face, willow eyebrows, narrow and long red phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, red lips, expressionless face, delicate facial features, short hair, and a heroic posture.

Several wooden tables also have pictures of the woman as a child.

There are newborn, infant, toddler, child, and teenage ......

The walls should be hung with photographs of youth and middle age.

Mu Baiqian's gaze was completely attracted by the woman in the photo. Not because of anything else, but because she actually felt that the woman in the photo looked very familiar.

Since her teenage years, this woman has basically been wearing a military uniform and has a blank face.

When I saw the last photo, the closed door actually "creaked" open.

Mu Baiqian was so frightened that he quickly turned his head and looked at the door.

Facing the pair of gloomy and dark eyes, his whole body instantly stiffened, his head was blank, his body was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Dressed in black and white pajamas, Jian Sheng's hair was wet, her face faded from the previous warm and jade-like, elegant and gentle smile, and became expressionless, the gentleness in her eyes disappeared completely, and all that was left was dark and gloomy.

Prelude to the storm.

Jian Sheng walked towards Mu Baiqian with a cold face.

When Mu Baiqian came back to his senses, the bad premonition in his heart swept like a storm.

Jian Sheng has always been gentle and elegant, even if he is unhappy, he has an elegant and gentle smile, he has never seen such a Jian Sheng.

There was a gloomy and terrifying aura all over his body, which made Mu Baiqian tremble with fear unconsciously.

Jian Sheng stood up half a meter away from her, staring at Mu Baiqian with a gloomy face, and his voice was dangerous: "Who allowed you to come in?" ”

"I ......" Mu Bai moved his lips slightly, but he couldn't say a word.

Jian Sheng glared at her fiercely, and a crazy voice like a beast roared out of his throat: "Get out!" Get the hell out of here! ”

Mu Baiqian looked at Jian Sheng, who was so out of shape, knowing that staying here would only make him angry, so he didn't say anything anymore and hurriedly ran out of the room.

After the door closed, Jian Sheng regained his composure.

【…… Drama spirit. 】

The spicy chicken system feels that he is very speechless, and he can actually give full play to the personality of the sick character, and I have to say that the sub-personality of the spicy chicken host is really powerful.

Jian Sheng smiled elegantly and gently at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to lift his gold-rimmed glasses, "Thank you for the compliment." ”

His eyes rested on the photo on the wall, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

This entire room was reserved for one person by Jian Sheng.

This person is also the indirect guide who caused Jian Sheng to become what he is now.