Chapter 347: Huo Xiumo saw that the woman was holding a doll with a needle and thread sewn on her smiling lips in her arms
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Jiang Yansheng stood in the hallway, her body was extremely stiff, the blood in her body coagulated and flowed backwards, and even her breathing was a little lighter, and the light reflected on her cheeks could not feel a trace of warmth.
She stared at a man's palm print on the shoe cabinet, and a little chill in her heart was inexplicable, coming straight up from the soles of her feet.
Jiang Yansheng was slowly retreating, his eyes turned, staring at the back of the pale patterned wall, there was a lot of movement when the door was closed just now, and he was afraid that some gangsters and thieves would be disturbed and suddenly appeared.
As soon as her back was close to the door, she turned and opened it and walked out.
The floor here is 2 residents, the door is quiet, Jiang Yansheng didn't dare to shout, and walked towards the elevator, his fingertips turned white and pressed the buttons.
She was short of breath until she watched the elevator door close, and then she sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief, her face very pale.
……
Went downstairs.
Jiang Yansheng went to the security guard of the property.
The security captain took a few people to take the elevator upstairs, and the security in this high-end community has always been good, and there are very few incidents of thieves.
After arriving at the apartment.
Jiang Yansheng had a few men following behind him, and he was a little bolder, and he pushed the door open, and saw that the man's palm print on the shoe cabinet was still there.
Her face was a little cold, she turned around, and said to the security captain, "I haven't been here for a while, so the furniture is dusty, and this palm print must have been left in my absence." ”
The security captain first asked someone to go in and if anyone was hiding, and his attitude was sincere: "Miss Jiang, please rest assured, we will give you an explanation." ”
Jiang Yansheng now just wanted to find out who left the palm prints, she opened the shoe cabinet and took a pair of shoes to put on, stood in front of the wall, and patiently waited for a few security guards to search the house.
In the past five minutes, the security guards have all come out.
"Captain, there's no suspicious person in the house, but the balcony door has been opened." After the security guard finished explaining, he asked Jiang Yansheng again: "Miss Jiang, is the door of your balcony locked in front of it?" ”
Jiang Yansheng couldn't remember clearly, and when she heard that this room was safe, she walked in and first went to see if the lock in the study was there.
In fact, there are really no expensive things in this apartment, after she and Huo Xiumo became a real husband and wife, they moved their personal things to the man's villa one after another.
It's not so much that she's afraid of losing anything outside her body, but she's more afraid of being seen by someone in the study.
When he saw with his own eyes that a lock was still hanging on the door of the study, Jiang Yansheng's depressed heart was slightly relieved, and his fingertips no longer pinched his palms.
The security captain came over and asked, "Miss Jiang, do you think it could be a misunderstanding, during this time, your husband or a friend who has a close relationship has come?" ”
"Impossible."
Jiang Yansheng shook his head, and his tone was firm: "I didn't give anyone the key to this apartment." ”
Her ordinary male friends can count on their fingers, and in terms of privacy, Huo Xiumo has always respected each other and will give her private space.
The security captain had no choice but to say: "I will call up the surveillance video to find out, if there is any problem, I am contacting Miss Jiang." ”
Jiang Yansheng sent off several security guards, and after she closed the door, she took out a silver key from a book on the bottom of the TV cabinet.
The apartment was quiet, the curtains were opened, and the light was letting in, and the previous cold and dark atmosphere was lost.
Jiang Yansheng held the key tightly in his hand for a long time, and a certain resolute look flashed under his eyelashes, and after a long time......
She walked over to the study and lowered her head to unlock the door.
……
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Yansheng took out a small box and found a lighter and an iron basin in the kitchen.
She walked to the bathroom with a blank face and burned everything from the box that could prove that she was mentally ill.
Together, the diary that accompanied her throughout her childhood.
Jiang Yansheng's fingers repeatedly touched the surface of the diary, and the prickly touch was like a spike growing in her heart, as long as she touched it, it would hurt.
"It's time to burn." Her red lips murmured.
If it's a thief who breaks in this time, what about next time?
The last thing she wants to face in her life is her own illness, and she is even more unwilling to let others help her face it.
Jiang Yansheng was afraid that Huo Xiumo would know, that Jiang Yadong would know, that the people she cared about would dislike her or look at her with pitiful eyes.
She took a deep breath and smiled sadly: "Enough is enough, I don't need anyone to be pitiful." ”
Everyone has their own dignity, and the innate arrogance in her bones makes her reluctant to use her illness to win anyone's sympathy.
The corners of Jiang Yansheng's eyes were slightly red, but the look on his face was extremely firm, and he threw this diary into the fire.
The firelight, little by little, devoured the diary.
Jiang Yansheng was thinking at this time, how good would it be if her mental illness was also burned along with these evidences?
How reluctant she was to be in the company of people like Ji Shuai, when this man mentioned that she was the same kind of person as him.
Jiang Yansheng will be very disgusted and resistant to this fact.
It's all burned out.
Jiang Yansheng left the toys in the study, and the others were all burned to the ground.
In this way, no one will know her secret again.
She took the worn, dirty doll, fingers, and pressed it back with her fallen eyeballs, and looked at it with dark eyes.
Ultimately.
Jiang Yansheng didn't put it back in the study, but found a bag to pack it and took it out the door.
……
In the afternoon, six o'clock.
Huo Xiumo came home on time from work, and as soon as he walked into the villa, he looked for Jiang Yansheng, which almost became his habit in Dujingyuan.
The maid was also accustomed to the fact that the man could not do without the hostess, and pointed upstairs: "When the wife comes back at three o'clock, she will go upstairs to sleep." ”
Huo Xiumo heard this and stepped upstairs.
He tugged at his tie with his long fingers, unbuttoned his shirt, and pushed open the door into the master bedroom.
Outside the window, the sky was getting dark, the curtains were floating, and the light was not very bright, but the beautiful woman lying on the bed was clearly visible.
Huo Xiumo's thin lips pursed an indifferent arc, and he walked over with long legs.
He leaned over, his slender hands on the woman's delicate shoulders, and he leaned over and was about to bow his head and kiss it.
Huo Xiumo's eyes suddenly tightened, and the muscles of his arms instantly tensed, and his strength was a little great, staring at the dirty doll that the woman was holding in her arms.
The toy that was sitting on the couch in her apartment, with her smiling lips sewn with a needle and thread.
Jiang Yansheng was pinched and painful, and woke up from his dream with a frown.
She opened her eyes blankly, and what caught her eye was the man's handsome and profound facial features, which was close at hand.
"Xiu Mo, you're off work."
Jiang Yansheng's vague consciousness had not yet fully sobered up, and when he saw him, his white face smiled first.
Huo Xiumo hid the deep emotions in his eyes, quietly took his eyes off the doll toy, released his big hand from her shoulder, his expression was indifferent as usual, and his thin lips twitched: "Well, are you holding it?" ”
Jiang Yansheng's eyelashes moved lightly and looked down.
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