Chen Jun has a generous mentality, he doesn't want to mention unhappy things, not like in front of someone as before, he wants to show off the development trend of his relationship with Liu Jing, and the inadvertent abnormal phenomenon aroused Manager Cai's curiosity, so he braved the world's disapproval and said casually, causing the cold drink that the former swallowed in his mouth to instantly change its taste, and almost didn't spit it out.

Hearing Manager Cai's question, Chen Jun's expression was slightly invisible, and then he pretended to be calm and elegant and raised one leg slightly, cocked Erlang's leg casually, and looked at each other from far and near with a pair of meaningful eyes and said: "The world compares women to flowers, but I am not, it is more interesting to compare women to antiques." ”

"Tell me about it." Manager Cai felt that this boss of the same age was deliberately avoiding his topic, so it was not good to continue to ask questions, as the saying goes, curiosity kills cats, and he doesn't want to be the dead cat.

"Antiques, for example, are also divided into those that are collectible and those that are not, right? A woman gets it, just like you spend a lot of money to buy an antique and go home, whether you lose or make depends on your luck and observation. Chen Jun said meaningfully.

"That is, did you lose or make money on the antiques you bought recently?"

"I don't have any comment for the time being, okay, let's go back to the company! We have to go back and estimate the recent market. Chen Jun turned around, got up, and said to Manager Cai with a faint smile.

Manager Cai secretly scolded Chen Jun's words and said: This guy is shrewd, which is equivalent to asking in vain, and he didn't get a word for a long time. Then the two got up and left the cold drink shop and drove away.

In other words, a person in a quiet atmosphere is originally depressed and lonely. Coupled with the cranky thoughts in my heart, as well as the impact of emotional fluctuations, my mood became more and more depressed and decadent. Liu Jing was stunned at this time, standing in the room in a daze, and the silence in the room made her feel a cold sensation hit her.

The sun is shining outside the window, and it is extraordinarily brilliant. The silence in the room was so loud that the sound of water droplets in the kitchen was clearly transmitted into the eardrums of Liu Jing, who was sitting on the sofa. Compulsively clutched the pillow and listened to the sound of 'knock, knock. The sound of water droplets, that strange, mysterious atmosphere creeping over her.

It was as if nothing seemed to exist, only a wound that had been sewn by hand, an arm, and a face that had never been imagined. Liu Jing felt that it was still cold to hold a pillow, and she remembered the sense of security she had before, the leafy tree, and the body temperature that made people intoxicated and attached.

picked up another pillow and stuffed it into his arms again, suddenly remembering that the sofa was where Gong had slept that night, nervous bounced, and the pillow fell to the ground with Liu Jing's nervous bounce.

He quickly bent down to pick up the pillow, retreated to the kitchen door, leaned out and looked out the window, there were green trees, flowers, and birds soaring in the sky. Everything seemed to be nothing, Liu Jing secretly sighed and gently patted some confused heads. Continuing to browse the sun shining outside the window, she suddenly felt that out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the originally empty living room seemed to have 'people', and she slowly turned her head to look at the living room.

Liu Jing was so shocked that she almost didn't shout, Gong lowered her head, and sat on the sofa in a daze......

It's not true, it's not, she's dead, it's thinking too much. Liu Jing muttered silently in her heart, hoping that the moment she opened her eyes, there was nothing in the living room.

'Jingle bell, jingle bell. Before Liu Jing opened her eyes, the doorbell rang without warning, and she was so shocked that she gave a trembling close-up, listened again and seemed to have no sound, and once again cast her eyes on the sofa in fear, and there was nothing else on the sofa except for a few pillows that had just been messed up.

Liu Jing once thought that the doorbell just now was an illusion, but there was a strong curiosity in her heart, this inexplicable curiosity didn't know how to come about, she just wanted to see if someone was ringing the doorbell just now. Curiosity and thinking are mutually exclusive in the brain, and in the end curiosity prevails.

Liu Jing knows that in a certain environment, brain microwaves and memory imagination overlap, and then there is a chain reaction, and hallucinations will occur. This is common sense that you must know as a funeral home makeup artist. So under normal circumstances, she will distinguish between work and work, she will not think about things at work after work, and she will not bring things at home to work to think about when she goes to work, otherwise something will go wrong.

But at that time, Chen Jun was there, and his optimistic personality somewhat affected Liu Jing's fantasy and fantasy space, which shoehorned into her a lot of happiness and sweetness, so that she was filled with peaceful and warm family warmth every day.

In the empty room, the shadow casts a monotonous and lonely figure, and there is a lonely rustling footsteps, and a sense of loss swallows Liu Jing's bottom line of maintaining her stubborn personality.

Walking through the living room, I instinctively cast my eyes on the sofa again. My heart trembled, and I secretly blamed myself, I was all blind, how could there be any 'person' Liu Jing walked to the door, stretched out her hand and held the doorknob, guessing an unknown possibility, and slowly opened the door.

There was no one at the door, the corridor and the elevator door were quiet, and there was no sign of anyone coming. A trace of weirdness reached the heel, his back straightened, he bit his lip tightly, turned around and closed the door, and at the moment when Liu Jing's eyes retracted, it landed on a cowhide envelope at the door.

Half a step out of the door, picking up the cowhide envelope on the ground, heavy and weighty, who fell here? Liu Jinghu looked around suspiciously, and retreated back to the house.

Liu Jing was taboo, and did not sit directly on the big sofa, but deliberately sat on the single sofa and turned over the cowhide envelope to look at it carefully. There was no indication of the recipient on the envelope, and there was no special message or anything like that.

Pulling out a stack of photos from a leather envelope, Liu Jing picked up one and took a closer look, which made her almost faint. Looking at them one by one, the more I look at them, the more uncomfortable I become, my heart tears like pain, my eyes are misty, and the sobbing sound comes out unnaturally when I move from the wings of my nose.

In the photo, Chen Jun shamelessly hugged a demonic woman, and the two hugged each other nakedly, what happened to her with him in a daze.

Liu Jing wanted to cry, and the whimpering sound in the living room was intermittent. Her hand trembling as she held the photograph and her shoulders twitched. The demon woman smiled flatteringly, and the provocative eyes looked at her alive in the photo.

The heart continued to ache, Liu Jing pinched the corner of the photo with her fingers, pinched the demon woman to cover the bottom of the photo, and when her mind absorbed the photo information, the face of the demon woman made her think for a moment, how can this woman give people a familiar feeling.