When sending Chu Qin to the hotel room, Zhao Zicheng was suddenly stunned for a while, I didn't understand what made her stunned, but I suddenly felt that this seemed to be a woman with a lot of past buried in it.

We didn't sleep in the hotel, Zhao Zicheng said, her separate accommodation is not far from here, we have to rush there to sleep, and come back tomorrow to meet Chu Qin.

It's hard to imagine that the owner of a big hotel with a good reputation would live in an ordinary residential building, but before I could wonder, Zhao Zicheng began to tell the story of living here.

"Actually, I'm not from the capital, this is where my parents live, very early, when I was a teenager, my parents died in a car accident, and my uncle, who worked in the capital, picked me up, and at that time, I met Playboy Tour.

We fell in love, but because of the disparity in status, we didn't dare to fight for opportunities with Zhiyou's family, so I kidnapped someone's son, and we ran around, and finally had nowhere to go, so we came to our hometown.

After coming back, in order to make long-term plans for the future, we invested most of the surplus money in the hotel, so we lived back in this house, and after getting used to it, we were too lazy to move, and we lived for several years. ”

"That'...... Where did that tour go? ”

"I don't know, but he'll be back." Zhao Zicheng said with a gentle smile.

He can't come back, and your fate has come to an end.

Saying that, we have arrived at the door, Zhao Zicheng took out the key to open the door, and the key ......

Suddenly, a shiny ring was worn on Zhao Zicheng's hand holding the key, which was somewhat similar to what he had seen on that twisted hand before.

The ring reflects the light of the lights in the hallway, so that it is difficult to see what it is.

When you open the door, the interior of the house is completely different from the outside, and the outside looks like an ordinary old residential building, and the exterior walls have long been gray.

As soon as you enter the door, you can immediately see that the owner is not good, and he is a person who knows how to enjoy life.

The furnishings of the house are not the kind of rich and luxurious, but the decoration is simple and interesting.

There are many oil and watercolor paintings on the walls, wooden floors and thick, soft carpets on the floors, and the interior is not spacious, but it is neat and fresh.

There are two pots of spider plants on the TV case shelves in the corner, the green stems and leaves hang straight to the ground, a writing desk full of pen, ink and paper next to the window, and two bamboo bookshelves next to it, crowded with books of various colors.

On the coffee table in the middle is a vase with two roses in it, the red of the roses against the verdant green of the pothos leaves, which is bewilderingly beautiful.

On the other side, there is a large window, and the curtains are all plain white, outlining the blue border grid; Outside the large window is a spacious balcony, on which hang several pots of flowers and plants, red and green, dense and pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the moon shadows of the flowers and trees outside the window, I suddenly felt a cool and shady cold air scurrying back and forth in the room.

"There are two rooms, does Jojo want to sleep with me or do you want to sleep on her own?" Zhao Zicheng, who had just come out of the bathroom, said to me while wiping his hair with a towel.

"Well, I'll sleep with Sister Zicheng." I looked up at her and said.

"Good! But my sister's room is a little cold, so don't get up and run around at night, otherwise you'll catch a cold. She smiled.

"Why is it cold?"

"My sister doesn't know, that room may be a little sunny, so it's more humid, I didn't feel it when I was there before, but now that he's gone, I always feel cold when I sleep until midnight."

A white jade lamp illuminated the room half-brightly, and as I entered, I smelled a strong incense, which was a little pungent.

It is a clean, elegant room.

A Simmons double bed in the middle of the room, covered with a white bedspread embroidered with small flowers.

On the left is a pair of delicate small sofas, a bedside table, and a small table lamp stacked with shells on top of it.

There is also a small window in the room, the white curtains are not closed, and on the small windowsill, there is a pot of not small roses.

By the window was a small table covered with a pale green tablecloth, on which was a set of carved glass glasses.

In the middle of the room, a large color photograph hangs of a man and a woman gently hugging each other.

The beautiful and delicate girl looked at the camera and smiled brightly and movingly, and the man holding the girl only showed his side face, his eyes looked at the girl intently, and he smiled gently and sweetly.

The girl above is naturally Zhao Zicheng, and the man, looking at the side of the face, looks similar to Chu Qin, maybe because the photo is retouched, he looks much more delicate than Chu Qin, if Chu Qin is compared to a majestic general, then Chu Zhiyou in the photo is a personable scholar.

But the fact seems to be the same, Chu Qin is an iron-clad soldier, and he can feel that he has a great sense of honor for the profession of a soldier; And Chu Zhiyou, I remember that the information given by Yiya said that Chu Zhiyou loves literature and painting very much, and I also clearly remember the joy in Chu Zhiyou's heart when he held a paintbrush in his hand to depict.

Maybe in the living room outside, those oil paintings and watercolors were painted by Chu Zhiyou.

Looking at me, who was still only wrapped in a bath towel, Zhao Zicheng suddenly patted his head.

"Yikes! Qiaoqiao, my sister suddenly remembered that I hadn't found pajamas for you yet, so you wait first, and my sister will find you a dress to sleep on. ”

"Okay, thank you, Sister Zicheng."

Zhao Zicheng walked to the big closet in his pajamas to look for clothes, and I was looking at the photos, but I don't know why, the pot of roses on the windowsill that didn't even have flowers was particularly attractive to me, and I couldn't help but lean over.

"Sister Zicheng, isn't it time to water that pot of roses on the windowsill?"

"What did you say?" Zhao Zicheng, who was about to rush into the closet, asked in a sullen voice.

So I raised my voice and said, "I said, the flowers on the balcony ......."

"Don't touch it."

Zhao Zicheng suddenly got up and strode towards me with a loud roar in a hurry.

I didn't reflect it for a while, I was about to reach out and touch the rose leaf hand shake, touched the curtain, nervous, I subconsciously pulled the curtain cloth, but I didn't expect the flower pot to press the corner of the curtain, I pulled it, the flower pot began to pour from the not wide window sill into the room.

I was momentarily stunned, reached for the flower pot, and with a pair of hands one step ahead of me, I ran over and stabilized the flower pot at an incredible speed.

At that moment, I smelled a stench in a flower pot in the room filled with the pungent incense.

"I'm sorry, Sister Zicheng, I'm really sorry." I hastened to apologize.

Zhao Zicheng's hand holding the flower pot did not let go for a long time, and the expression on his face was as cold as another person.

After a while, she took a deep breath, as if she had just suppressed the fire in her chest.

After setting the pot, she pulled me away from the window.

His expression softened a little and said, "It's okay, my sister is too excited and scared you; Because this pot of flowers is a gift from Zhiyou to my sister, my sister is very precious to it, so you must not get close to it......"

Is that really the case?