Wen Yan's eyes were sparkling and he looked out the window.

Shaking his head, he said, "No, it's only a hundred meters away, let's walk back." ”

Shen Sihuan also nodded and smiled, "Yes, Uncle Driver, then I'll trouble you." If it's too time-consuming, you can park your car here and have a meal. Then Wen Yan and I got out of the car first, bye-bye. ”

Shen Sihuan quickly got out of the car and ran to the other side to help Wen Yan.

The slope of the road was extremely gentle, but after all, his legs were inconvenient.

The night is dark, and the lonely moon is alone in the sky.

On both sides of the road are large green lawns, and at the end of the road are lush woods.

Several villas that were quite similar to the Shen Mansion were scattered among them like stars.

They hadn't taken two steps, but Wen Yan stopped.

In the darkness, his butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered twice, and his voice was slightly deep, and he said, "It's not very convenient to go like this. It's too dark, I ...... I can't see the road clearly. Or ......"

The palm of his right hand was slightly hot, and he silently stretched it to his side, but the silence of the other party made him hesitate in his heart, and he saw that the hand was about to be withdrawn.

Suddenly, the slippery and delicate little hand grabbed the right hand, and she smiled and said, "Well, then I'll hold you." ”

Wen Yan lowered his head, slowed down his pace, and walked step by step, a shy smile was successfully hidden by the night, but his heart seemed to shine into a glimmer of light, sour and warm.

And Shen Sihuan, who was walking in front, had a soft heart.

Wen Yan has a pair of very beautiful hands, with well-proportioned and slender knuckles, delicate and white skin, and a passer-by uncle stopped him in high school and wanted to ask him to be a hand model.

But now, the feel she grabbed was potholed and uneven.

She knew it was because he had scraped off a piece of the back of his hand and the flesh of his belt when he fell down the stairs with her in his arms, and now the scab had healed, but it never looked like it was again. And his palm, a long protrusion, was scratched by glass, although the stitches had been removed and healed, but with his hands, it was even more shocking than it looked.

Her subordinates couldn't help but become more and more gentle, as if they were afraid of hurting him again.

The moonlight is like frost, and tenderness is sprinkled on the world like water.

On a certain path, there were two people, holding hands, stepping on a piece of silver frost, slowly walking forward.

Where lies ahead?

Does it still matter?

On the other side, just behind the dense forest on the right, a villa was lit up for the first time in a long time.

It was Mansion No. 7 of Bailu Huating.

The Shen family was No. 1, and it was also the first household to move in that year. Later, new residents moved in one after another, but because of the vast area, the "neighborhoods" were far apart, and most of them did not know each other.

In the past few decades, many houses have changed hands several times, and it is even more unclear to each other who lives on this side.

Tonight, Mansion 7 seems to have a new owner.

The moving company's car was parked for a full time.

A blonde foreigner is at the forefront of the overall situation.

On a balcony on the third floor.

A man leans lazily on a plush bench. Behind him, the floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, and the curtains were fluttering in the evening breeze.

There are no lights on inside and no on the balcony.

The man just sat in the dark, relaxed and natural.

He looked at a villa in the distance, raised the wine glass in his hand, his thin lips opened lightly, and he smiled evilly, "You say, does she remember us?" ”

But he was alone on the balcony, and naturally no one answered.

He took a sip from his glass, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and chuckled.

"I found out that I really ...... I miss her so much...... Heh~"