His stuff? Yuan Heting's hand holding the document paused, and the god sent the ghost to take the mobile phone.

This phone is still a popular phone from previous years, and it looks old and pitiful, and the paint around it has fallen off. It can be seen that the original owner must have often rubbed it in his hand repeatedly.

There is very little software on the phone, just the usual chat software and a few videos that don't even have games, and the photo album is located in the center of the screen.

Yuan Heting clicked in, and the thousands of photos suddenly blinded him.

Almost all of them are pictures of him, trimming flowers on the balcony, running in the gym, and most in the car, probably because he came to the villa to take a look at it the most, and then left directly.

Many photos don't even know when Yuan Heting himself took them, and he doesn't know when Su Wuxi was taken. In the past three years, he has only met her a handful of times, but it turns out that she secretly took so many photos of him.

Among these thousands of photos, Yuan Heting also flipped through a few selfies of Su Wuxi, her squinting eyes and curvy eyelashes, cute gagged and cute, and smiling face in the sun.

Yuan Heting suddenly found that he seemed to have never seen such a Su Wuxi.

The most recent photo was taken more than a month ago, he sat downstairs in the garden drinking tea, and her delicate profile was photographed by her to match the sun, and she added a line of words next to it: The person I love is like light.

Yuan Heting couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes shrank.

"Herting." At this time, Lin Lan suddenly pushed open his door.

Yuan Heting was stunned, flipped his palm and inadvertently put the phone into his pocket, he looked at Zhong Linlan.

Zhong Linlan was wearing a pink V-neck lace nightdress, and the tulle on her chest showed half of the spring light.

She seemed to be a little panicked and threw herself directly into Yuan Heting's arms, and said weakly: "Heting, I'm afraid of the dark." ”

Zhong Linlan looked up at her frightened little face, her bright eyes were still shining with tears, and Ren was a man who wanted to hug her into his arms when he saw it.

"Heting, it's so dark in the house, I, can I sleep with you." Her tone was soft, but with a hint of seduction.

Yuan Heting suddenly thought of Su Wuxi, for more than a thousand days and nights, Su Wuxi seemed to come alone.

"Okay." Yuan Heting nodded and gently picked up Zhong Linlan.

Zhong Linlan buried her head in his arms a little shyly, and only raised her head after a while.

She bit her lip and suddenly made a light print on the side of Yuan Heting's face.

Yuan Heting was stunned, his deep eyes moved, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Zhong Linlan saw that he didn't react, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his weak eyes.

Her slender fingers tapped Yuan Heting's chin, and those delicate eyes stared deeply at his deep eyes, and then approached his lips little by little.

That somewhat unfamiliar touch, Yuan Heting frowned, but he still grabbed the initiative, clasped the back of Zhong Linlan's head with his big hand, and probed into her light nightdress with the other hand.

"Hmm~" Zhong Linlan muttered, wrapped her hands around him, and drew circles behind him with her fingers.

Yuan Heting got up and pressed Zhong Linlan to the bed.

The people I love are like light.

The words suddenly broke into his somewhat confused head, and Yuan Heting stopped his movements as if he had been suddenly shocked.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Linlan opened her eyes and asked.

Yuan Heting glanced down at Zhong Linlan, who had been half-pulled open by him, but still got up, and pulled her shirt up again with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, Linlan."