The shock to me was no less than the shock I had when I heard the news of her death.

The gaze was fixed on the remarks column, and Juanxiu's handwriting outlined simple words one by one: "Please be sure to deliver it at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning." ”

What does this mean? I was a little scared.

"Don't look at it!" The courier brother pulled out a layer of express orders, "This customer asked for it to be sent like this!" The call also went to the headquarters, and the person in charge of the company promised to deliver it on time! Oh, the thing has been delivered, and the packaging is in good condition! After saying that, the courier guy drove the electric car and shot away like a speedboat offshore.

The bag was wrapped in yellow plastic tape with three layers inside and three layers outside, and the packaging could be described as "fine", and I looked at it over and over, but my brain was blank, and I didn't know what I was doing.

"Express, your women's favorite things, why don't you dismantle them?" As I spoke, my arm suddenly stretched out and snatched the file bag from my hand.

I just remembered that Qin Wenhao was still here.

"Wrapped so tightly?" He frowned, followed the protruding part of the document, and slowly circled it with his fingertips, "Yo, there is a hard-shell book in it, it can't be a real estate certificate or something, right?" ”

"What do you say?" I glared at him, reached out to retrieve the papers, walked briskly to the counter, picked up the utility knife and began to disassemble it.

Unexpectedly, the bread inside was tighter than the naked eye, and when I opened a layer, there was another layer inside, layer upon layer, and I had no clue at all.

He was a little anxious, and his movements were a little rough, Qin Wenhao didn't seem to be able to stand it, and raised his hand to hold down the document bag.

"Let go! Let me! ”

I was slightly stunned, my brain seemed to be vacuumed, and I really let go, and let him move the file bag to his hand.

I saw Qin Wenhao erect the document bag, grasping the bag with one hand, while holding the utility knife with the other, cutting the top of the bag little by little as if he was cutting wood.

Looking at the flying confetti, it dawned on me that this is indeed the best way to save time and effort.

Bent over, frowning, eyes like torches.

Every time Qin Wenhao devoted himself to something, he would make such movements and expressions.

Whether it's work or life, he can always think of the most concise way, and then break it in one fell swoop.

I think this should be a kind of talent, I can't learn it, and I can't understand it.

Perhaps he has already penetrated the construction industry into the bone marrow, and the action of disassembling the express delivery is very similar to the action when he is making an architectural model, holding a cutting knife to cut the ABS plastic plate.

A faint sadness welled up in my heart, and I bit my lip and forcibly looked away, but I couldn't control the spread of my thoughts.

In the past, like him, I was extremely patient with everything at hand, because in the field of architectural design, there is no room for mistakes, and every stroke on the drawing board is slow and delicate.

But now, I have forgotten what it means to be slow and methodical, and the hand that used to hold the brush has now been sharpened to be rough and heroic.

Kneading the dough, mixing the dough, cleaning up, there is no calmness, and there is no strength.

If it weren't for Qin Wenhao's phone call, I think I would still be staying in the construction institute to do design, in order to catch up with the project, I am busy in the dark, and my life is irregular, but the treatment is excellent, at least it will not be like now, I have to make a decision for two months to buy a second-tier brand.

If it weren't for Qin Wenhao's phone call, my dad and my mom wouldn't have quarreled and divorced, and I was still the obedient girl who was spoiled by them and didn't know the sinister nature of the world......

But, in the final analysis, it is not Qin Wenhao who is wrong, because the person who made such a choice is myself......

"That's it!"

Qin Wenhao's whisper of surprise interrupted my train of thought, and I came back to my senses and saw him stacking the contents of the bag upside down on the counter like an upside-down bamboo basket.

I hurried over and opened the documents one by one, and the red and green hard-shelled books came into view.

Speechless and choked.

really let Qin Wenhao say it right, it was really the real estate certificate and the land certificate.

"Look, look, what am I talking about?" Qin Wenhao raised his eyebrows proudly, and suddenly stepped back.

It just so happened that I filled in this gap and looked through all the information seriously, and the more I looked at it, the more complicated my feelings became.

The reason why it is complicated is that I have run out of words and can't think of other words to describe the state of mind at this moment.

The house book and land certificate are complete, the address is the suite purchased by Sister Manli, and the owner is also her, but the original 30-year loan has been fully settled last month.

In addition to the certificate issued by the bank, there is also a notarial certificate from the Chengdu notary office, stating that the part of the house belongs to her and is inherited in full by her mother.

Then, it's gone.

I was completely confused, what was the purpose of Sister Manli sending me these materials?

"Silly girl, there's a USB flash drive here!"

As the sound fell, a metal USB flash drive glowing with silver appeared in front of me, and I subconsciously grabbed it, but remembered that there was no computer in the shop.

"You stand still, I have a notebook!" As he spoke, Qin Wenhao turned around and walked to the small cabinet in the corner, opened the cabinet door, and took out a black backpack from inside.

When did he put it in?

However, this is no longer the focus of my attention, I looked at Qin Wenhao with a blank eye, watching him methodically open his notebook, install a wireless mouse, and then turn on the computer.

The truth, will it be in this USB stick?