On the phone, his tired voice came: "There is a document left at home, help me go over and take two copies of data and send it over." ”

He was really busy abroad at this time, and he actually made such a low-level mistake.

Su Wanxin took the phone and walked out, arrived at the door of his house, and asked him what the door lock code was. After hearing the answer, the finger that pressed the password trembled.

The string of numbers he said was her birthday.

Open the door and go straight to the second floor.

Fu Shihan said that the study was in the first room on the right side of the staircase, and she pushed the door in and saw what he wanted.

He seemed to be in a hurry when he left, the papers were not closed, the cap of the pen was not covered, and he threw it on the table.

Su Wanxin sent him the content of the document according to his request, and then ended the call with a "thank you" from him.

There was no superfluous greeting, just a favor from her, it was as simple as that.

It seems that even if there is someone else living next to him, this thing will happen naturally.

Su Wanxin held the phone, and couldn't say what she felt in her heart. It seems to be a little empty, and I feel that I am too hypocritical, a little ridiculous.

She sighed and helped him close the papers and put the pen away. When I was about to leave, I saw a photo on the shelf.

The person in the photo was familiar to her, because it was herself.

She didn't remember when the photo was taken, but she felt that the face was too young, and the bright and carefree smile on her face made her feel jealous.

He even put a picture of her at home...... Didn't he say he had forgotten about her? What are you putting this thing for?

Su Wanxin stood in place, looking at the photo in a daze for a long time, then turned her head and looked at the other places in the study.

This is actually a particularly rude thing, as a neighbor came to help, but did not leave in time, but wanted to inquire into the private life of others.

When the thought of "going to another room to see" came to Su Wan's mind, she couldn't help but spit on herself.

"It's too much."

She whispered to herself, shook her fist, and when she left the study, she stood outside the door and struggled for a long time, and finally did something immoral.

Just look, do nothing, take a few glances and leave.

She wondered if there were any other pictures of her in the house.

Next to the study is the bedroom.

Su Wanxin came out of the study with a complicated mood, and stood at the door of the master bedroom with a complicated mood, her mind blank.

The room was huge, empty.

Fu Shihan's bedroom and cloakroom are opened, dozens of square meters of space, and the cold decoration style is just like the feeling he gives people, clean and neat, indifferent and alienated.

But in such a room, there are so many things that are not in harmony.

Su Wanxin entered the house with heavy steps, looking at the wall, her breathing gradually shortened.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes reddened, and then the tears fell with the blink of an eye, silently and without a hint.

She felt that the wall in front of her was the most unsuccessful place in the whole room.

Because in the photos on the wall, the unbridled smiling faces completely ruined the decoration style here.

So at first glance, so abrupt, so excessive.

She leaned against the wall, her body slid a little bit, and sat on the ground, hugging herself.

He used her birthday as a password to put her picture at home.

He said he hated her and said he liked her.