Nanwen continued to relieve his boredom: "I don't think you might be sorting out the papers, so I don't know exactly what you're doing now, and I'll find out when I go later." ”

But Nan Wen felt that after he went there for a while, all the things might have been cleaned up, and it was impossible for him to see the slightest clues, at least even those clues he could clean up very clean.

And the facts soon after also proved that what Nan Wen thought in his heart was really true.

South Vancouver hadn't reached the realm yet, but had already made it through the original dead wood forest to the wooden bridge.

I didn't expect the gardenia here to be bloomed as well.

This is really unexpected, after all, gardenias bloom most of the time in the middle of summer, sometimes even in late summer, but in this spring most gardenias do not even have leaves, let alone flower bones or direct flowering?

So someone must have made some other preparations, so there will be such a result, but I really have to say that I am very heartfelt.

He did like gardenias, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to plant them all over.

If it weren't for the fear that the dead wood forest might pollute the gardenias, it would probably not have survived, it would have been full of roses, and it might not have given you a way to go.

The man's love for gardenias really reached this somewhat morbid level.

Nanwen originally thought that he liked gardenias very much, and no matter where he saw them, he had to stop, or go directly to buy them, even if it was a fake flower, it would attract attention.

Actually, I don't know too much why I like it, it seems that the first flower I saw in my memory is like this, and I have also liked it for so many years, and it seems that there is no way to change it.

Nan Wen originally planned to reach out and pick one of them, but he felt that he seemed to be a little unappreciative and unprotective, so he took back the hand that had touched the flower, but he smelled the fragrance that had been stained on his fingers.

Finally, the long bridge was completed.

It's a very familiar barren land again.

After all, I spent two years here.

It's not like it's here all the time, but it's not much worse.

A wooden house that is familiar to the extreme.

Big, big, big.

It can't be called one, it can be called a whole building.

Except that there is no yard, it may really be what the manor just looked like.

Although it seems to be a very frequent wooden house, it is not a place that everyone is qualified to set foot in.

At least South Vancouver really hasn't seen many people go in.

In addition to the owner of this house, it seems that there is only Bo Beimo.

But there is no way to see the look on Bo Beimo's face when he comes out of the room, because that damn mask can really hide too many expressions, and even the feelings can be completely isolated.

Nan Wen didn't knock on the door, so he planned to push the door directly, but at this moment, the door was just opened from the inside, and the red-haired man who made Nan Wen look up slightly also appeared in front of him.

This door was naturally opened by the red-haired man.。。

And the slightly curled curvature of the corners of the lips inexplicably makes people feel a little dangerous.