Tan Heming found a glass of boiled water, sat in the corner and rested for a while, the outside had slowly quieted down, presumably the person had gradually left.

He was about to find a way to investigate his body when he suddenly heard Chen Haosheng's voice, "Chi Jingyan, don't forget, the two of us are grasshoppers tied to a line, do you think you can have any good fruit to eat." ”

Chi Jingyan's face was no longer as warm as jade as before, he wrinkled his brows, and his face was forbearant and gloomy.

Tan Heming was a little surprised, in his memory, Chi Jingyan and Chen Haosheng just nodded at each other, what did Chen Haosheng mean by this? Could the conversation between the two of them have something to do with the cause of his death?

Just when Tan Heming wanted to continue listening, Chi Jingyan shook his hand and left, Chen Haosheng followed, and the two of them quickly left here.

Tan Heming suppressed the doubts in his heart and sneaked back to the venue, at this time it was noon, the guards were changing shifts, Tan Heming took advantage of this gap and slipped in, he looked at the coffin in front of him, his fingers trembled.

He took a deep breath, there was no other choice, he had to hurry, or the guards would have come.

Tan Heming clenched his fists, stepped forward, wrinkled his brows, put his hand on the coffin lid, and pushed hard.

The lid of the coffin opened, and Tan Heming looked inside, and his whole body froze instantly.

He didn't see his miserable death, there was no body of him in it, but a coffin of white roses, Tan Heming blinked and looked in again, no, still not.

Where did his body go?

When Tan Heming got on the bus back to the city, it was already raining lightly outside, and when he was about to drive to the city center, the rain gradually became heavier, and the bean-sized rain crackled on the car window, waking up Tan Heming in thought.

His body is gone, Chen Haosheng, as the organizer, must know, since he knows, isn't he afraid of being found out that there is no body in the coffin at all? Whether this matter is Chen Haosheng's handwriting, Tan Heming doesn't know, and he doesn't know if the conversation between Chen Haosheng and Chi Jingyan he heard just now is this matter.

Chen Haosheng has no reason to kill himself, after all, he is the most valuable cash cow in his hands, a boy group in his hand and a girl who sells pure characters are tepid, Chen Haosheng is the most important person, and it is impossible to cut off his cash cow with his own hands.

What about Chi Jingyan? Tan Heming actually didn't want to doubt Chi Jingyan's body, Chi Jingyan was kind to him and kind to him, but Tan Heming also knew the truth that knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts.

and Shan Hui, his last memory before he died was with Shan Hui, but Shan Hui cried so loudly, is it all acting? Shan Hui is an actor, although he debuted in idol dramas and is transforming in recent years, but crying scenes are not difficult for him, Shan Hui said that he is his ex-boyfriend, Tan Heming has no impression of this.

He knew that his memory was missing, so he didn't dare to jump to conclusions for a while.

He let out a long sigh and exhaled a cloudy breath, and soon the car arrived at his residence. Tan Heming ran all the way, but he was still drenched by the rain.

Tan Heming took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom, and the strange thing was that although Ye Ling's clothes were cheap, they were all new, even the pants inside.

He cooked himself a pack of instant noodles, beat an egg, and after eating instant noodles, Tan Heming's mobile phone rang, and it was his counselor who called to ask him how his body was recovering, and if there was no major problem, it was better to come to class, Tan Heming replied to the counselor that he would go to class next week.

Because he was going to class, Tan Heming went to cut his hair by the way, his previous hairstyle was taken care of by a professional stylist every day, so it looked soft from his face, but now he went downstairs to the aunt who had a haircut for five yuan to let people shave a test of his appearance, fortunately, instead of looking ugly, his facial features looked very sharp and beautiful, with long eyebrows and sideburns, phoenix eyes, and thin and cool lips.

Walking on the street attracts attention, there is no expression on his face, he looks unruly, but he has that capital, which is not boring, but has a feeling that he should be like this.

Tan Heming first went to the counselor to report, and then filled in the information.

Tan Heming's counselor was a middle-aged man, surnamed Li, who looked at Tan Heming and looked at him while telling him some precautions.

Tan asked the counselor if he had to live in the dormitory, and the counselor told him that he would have to live at least in his freshman year.

Tan Heming nodded, indicating that he knew.

"You're late, so you're going to sleep."

"yes, okay."

"That talk classmate, do you usually chase stars?"

Tan Heming glanced at him suspiciously, shook his head, and the counselor touched the back of his head and smiled: "Haha, I don't know if anyone said that you look alike to a star, my wife likes him very much." ”

Tan Heming's reaction was flat, "Oh, yes." ”

The counselor couldn't continue, smiled dryly and didn't say anything more.

After talking about Heming's report, he took the textbook to the classroom, and at this time he was in class, he quietly did not alarm anyone from the back door, and found a place to sit down at random, and the teacher looked at him, did not speak, and continued to lecture.

The classmate next to Tan Heming glanced up at him, then covered his mouth in surprise, as if he wanted to scream, Tan Heming raised his index finger at him and made a forbidden gesture, the man nodded, lowered his head and continued to take notes.

After class, Tan Heming packed up his books and prepared to leave, as soon as he stood up, he was tall, one meter eight, and he was immediately noticed, and then he was surrounded in an instant, and asked him if he was a new classmate in the class and what his contact information was.

At this time, Tan Heming's mobile phone rang, "Sorry, I'll answer the phone." ”

He pushed aside the crowd and walked out, his back standing tall and reminiscent.

"Are all handsome guys so cold? But it's too cold, isn't it?,But it's so good-looking, it's a little tempered.。 ”

"Looking at it up close, he looks super similar to Tan Heming, I don't know if it's whole or natural, I always feel a little creepy."

Tan Heming walked to a place where there was no one, and the phone was still ringing, he stared at the number for a while and picked it up.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ye Ling?"

"It's me, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Mr. Xu's secretary, Mr. Xu will come back tonight, he asked me to pick you up, where are you now?"

Tan Heming frowned, who is this Mr. Xu? Ye Ling, a poor college student with no relatives and no reason, how could he know this kind of person who is worth a lot of money when he hears it.

And how does this passage sound like an encampment relationship, there are not many things like rich people supporting poor college students, Tan Heming has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and it is no longer strange to see this kind of thing.

"Sorry, I ...... today"

Before he finished talking about Heming, he was interrupted by the other party, "Mr. Ye, please don't embarrass me, Mr. Xu asked me to take you over." ”

This is already with a warning, Tan Heming's current identity is just an ordinary poor college student, and he doesn't know if there is any agreement signed between Ye Ling and this Mr. Xu, whether Ye Ling has left any handle with Mr. Xu, he can only wait and see.

"I'm at school, and I still have classes in the afternoon."

"Mr. Ye, don't worry, I will help you deal with it."

Tan Heming did not let the secretary park the car at the main gate, but at the intersection where there was still some distance from the side door, he had already tasted the terrible taste of human words when he was still talking about Heming, so he naturally had to be careful.

"Mr. Ye, please."

Mr. Secretary opened the car door for him, Tan Heming sat in, he sat in the back seat, the secretary sat in the co-pilot, and next to him was the driver who drove without squinting.

Tan Heming intended to inquire about the relationship between Ye Ling and Mr. Xu, but he was blocked by Mr. Secretary intentionally or unintentionally.

"Mr. Xu seems to be very busy."

Mr. Secretary smiled and said, "When Mr. Ye works, he will be very busy." ”

He wanted to find out the identity of this Mr. Xu, but was blocked back by Mr. Secretary.

After Tan Heming knew that this person's mouth was firm, he leaned back on the car seat and closed his eyes to recuperate, and the secretary looked at the person who didn't speak again through the rearview mirror, but he was a little surprised, it seems that this person is not a vase with only a face and no brains.

The car soon drove to its destination, and Tan Heming opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is a villa, the house looks a little old, although it is well protected, but it can still see the sense of age, against the sun, Tan Heming squinted slightly and looked at the building outside the car window, the strange thing is that he has not been to this place in his memory, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Looks like he's been here? Did he really come here and forget it, or did Ye Ling, the original owner of this body, come now? Tan Heming didn't know, he glanced at the secretary in the front seat of the co-pilot, and didn't say much.

If Ye Ling was really raised by this Mr. Xu, then it is not surprising that she has been here, but it is really raised, so why does Ye Ling still live in such a shabby place, and there are no more than 100 clothes in the wardrobe.

"Mr. Tan, it's here, please get out of the car."

Tan Heming got out of the car when he heard this, and a gust of autumn wind blew, which made him feel cold, especially the bare neck, face and hands, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

There were many flowers planted in the garden, all of them, which were still fragrant even in autumn, and he could not help but look twice, when a woman dressed as a maid opened the door, she looked to be about fifty years old, with a rigid countenance, and meticulous hair and clothing, and did not look very good.

The woman only glanced at Tan Heming, but that glance made Tan Heming feel a sharp chill, this person didn't like him, he clearly received this message from the other party.

However, the woman's upbringing seemed to be excellent, she only glanced at Tan Heming, did not look him up and down, inside and out, and respectfully talked to Tan Heming and bent over, "Mr. Ye, Secretary Zhu, please inside." ”

It turned out that the secretary's surname was Zhu, Tan Heming silently wrote it down, and Secretary Zhu nodded to the woman, "Mother Zhou, Mr. Ye sent it, I won't go in, the company still has something to deal with, so I will leave first." ”

There was still no smile on the face of the woman known as Zhou's mother, but Tan Heming could see that she had a kind attitude towards Secretary Zhu, "Trouble Secretary Zhu, have a good trip." ”

After Secretary Zhu left, Zhou's mother's eyes fell on Tan Heming, her eyes were dark and dull, without luster, like a pool of stagnant water, and her stereotypical face was more like a dead person than a living person, and she was not popular.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. will come back later, you go to the shower and change clothes first."

Tan Heming looked at Zhou's mother calmly and refused her request.

Although Zhou's mother's face did not fluctuate, Tan Heming saw her displeasure, "Mr. Ye, please don't embarrass us as subordinates, Mr. doesn't like dust at home." ”

Tan Heming heard that this Mr. Xu was really a weirdo, how could a person who was so clean take care of a little boy?

Tan Heming followed Zhou's mother into the house, the house was bigger than he imagined, the furnishings inside were low-key, luxurious and simple, and there were valuable antiques all around, according to Tan Heming's observation, they should all be genuine, and the vase with a plum on the windowsill should be the pale yellow glazed plum vase of the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty.

This Mr. Xu's financial resources can be glimpsed, how did Ye Ling, a poor college student, get on Mr. Xu's line? With this kind of financial resources, Ye Ling is squeezing his head, and I am afraid that he will not be able to see a single hair of Mr. Xu.

Tan Heming was full of suspicions in his heart, and missed the disgust in Zhou's mother's eyes and the tightly frowning brow.

"Mr. Ye, please come here."

Tan Heming came back to his senses when he heard this, and the person who took him to bathe and change clothes was a girl in her early twenties, but the strange thing is that a girl of this age should be vibrant, but the girl in front of him has a beautiful appearance, but her face is as rigid as Zhou's mother, like a robot.

Tan Heming nodded and followed the girl upstairs, and Zhou's mother stood by the stairs with deep eyes.