The moment this idea popped up in his mind, Song Zhiyuan was taken aback.

Looking at the familiar environment, her whole person instantly relaxed, put away the white cloth covering the sofa coffee table as soon as possible, and lay down.

She was so tired.

It may be that he recognized the bed, although he slept with Ji Yanli for a few hours during the day, Song Zhiyuan always felt as if he hadn't fallen asleep.

Now her bones are sore.

Too lazy to make the bed, Song Zhiyuan rested for a while, went to the bedroom closet to get a blanket, and fell asleep when he came back.

Half-asleep and half-awake, she seemed to see Zhou Qichuan.

Song Zhiyuan subconsciously reached out to grab it, but it was empty. Looking at her empty hands, she curled her lips self-deprecatingly, "It's a dream."

As the words fell, she closed her eyes and fell into a nightmare again.

On the side of the sofa, Zhou Qichuan stood there motionless and did not dare to move, until he heard Song Zhiyuan's even breathing, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, her hand was just a centimeter away from being able to reach his face.

If she knew that it was not a dream, this woman with no conscience would definitely turn her face immediately and let him get out.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qichuan suddenly smiled, looking at Song Zhiyuan who was sleeping on the sofa, his eyes were full of bitterness.

came out of Ji Yanli's house, and he followed her all the way.

Originally, I thought that if Song Zhiyuan bought something at the convenience store downstairs, he would be able to take two looks before leaving. Unexpectedly, she got out of the car and entered the community without looking back.

But whenever she looked back, he wouldn't sneak in like a thief at night.

In the past four months, Zhou Qichuan has stayed the most in addition to Xunke, and this is here.

Compared with Xiangmi Mansion No. 1, Song Zhiyuan has lived here for a longer time and left more traces of life.

"Wife, what should I do with you?" Zhou Qichuan sighed lightly, and the hand hanging on the side of her face finally didn't dare to touch it, and took it back.

Taking a deep look at Song Zhiyuan, Zhou Qichuan slowed down and turned to leave.

He didn't notice that just as he turned around, Song Zhiyuan, who was asleep, unconsciously shed tears.

In her dream, she returned to the day of Liu Mengyun's accident, and the gloomy night was suffocating.

Only this time, Song Zhiyuan did not dream of Liu Mengyun jumping off the cliff, but dreamed that she was talking to Zhou Qichuan with a pleasant face.

The distance was too far for her to hear what the two of them said, so she saw Liu Mengyun get up with a smile and walk towards the kitchen.

It seems that it is, to cook for them.

Intuition told Song Zhiyuan that this meal could not be eaten.

She quickly rushed over, took Zhou Qichuan's hand, and hurriedly said, "Follow me, quickly!"

"Wife, mom is cooking in the kitchen, and it will be fine soon." Zhou Qichuan smiled softly at her and refused to move.

Obviously, he was just sitting there casually, but the whole person seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and Song Zhiyuan couldn't pull it at all.

Thinking of the tragedy that would happen later, Song Zhiyuan was about to cry in a hurry, and shouted at him with red eyes, "Hurry up!"

"What are you yelling about?" Liu Mengyun came out with a plate of fruit and glared at her with disgust, "What an adult, why are you still so frizzy?" It's almost time to eat, where are you going to let Xiaochuan go?"

Her abnormal attitude made Song Zhiyuan feel even more wrong.

But she was suddenly speechless, her mouth open, and she couldn't make any sound.

"Mom is right, come on, sit down and get ready for dinner." Zhou Qichuan withdrew his hand and patted the back of Song Zhiyuan's hand dotingly, "Good, let's talk about it after eating."

Song Zhiyuan couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head desperately, hoping that Zhou Qichuan could understand what he meant.

But he didn't, just smiled and urged her to sit down quickly.

couldn't stop him, Song Zhiyuan sat down with a complicated mood, and looked at the delicately arranged fruit plate in front of him a little distracted.

The smell of vegetables soon wafted in the kitchen, with the spicy dishes she liked, and a few sweet dishes, which looked like Zhou Qichuan's favorite.

Could it be that his mother had changed her opinion of him

Finish?

Song Zhiyuan carefully helped serve the food, still unable to believe that everything he saw in front of him was true.

Just when she was about to pinch herself, Liu Mengyun said, "Don't be stunned, give Xiaochuan chopsticks!"

"Oh, good." Song Zhiyuan came back to his senses and hurriedly handed the chopsticks to Zhou Qichuan.

When the two fingers touched, she frowned at the ice.

It's not like normal body temperature at all.

Without waiting for Song Zhiyuan to question, he heard Liu Mengyun say unhappily, "Xiaochuan, I know that you young people care about image, but you also have to pay attention to keeping warm, do you know?"

Zhou Qichuan nodded obediently, "Mom, I know, don't worry."

As he spoke, he looked at Song Zhiyuan, his face changed slightly, "Wife, why are you crying?"

"Good guy, why are you crying?" Liu Mengyun also looked over, her always kind eyes were full of distress, "Did you suffer any grievances outside, and your mother will vent your anger for you."

Zhou Qichuan hurriedly wiped her tears and echoed, "Who dares to bully my wife, I'm tired of living!"

Song Zhiyuan sniffed and squeezed out a smile, "It's nothing, I just saw you, I'm so happy."

"Silly boy, I live at home with Xiaochuan after eating, it's not easy to see my mother?" Liu Mengyun chuckled, took a chopstick dish and put it in Song Zhiyuan's bowl.

As he spoke, he urged, "Kite, eat quickly, the food will be cold later."

Song Zhiyuan nodded, but the tears fell even more fiercely.

Because she has clearly realized that everything in front of her is a dream.

Her mother wouldn't talk to Zhou Qichuan so kindly, and the winter in Jinning had already passed.

Waking up on the sofa, Song Zhiyuan lay on the sofa and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling for a few seconds, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

During her absence, other people came to the house.

In order to determine his thoughts, Song Zhiyuan lifted the blanket and got up from the sofa and walked quickly into the bedroom.

In the cabinet with half of the door open, there were quilts and sheets that she had neatly folded and put in before she left the country.

Although it still looked neat, she could be sure that someone had touched it.

When I got closer and smelled it, there was a smell of very new laundry detergent on the sheets. On the futon, there is a faint woody fragrance.

It smells familiar.

Thinking that when he just woke up, he seemed to smell this smell, and a figure suddenly appeared in Song Zhiyuan's mind.

Could it be him?

In order to confirm his guess, Song Zhiyuan did not call the police in a hurry, but locked the door and left the key in the lock hole, turned off all the lights, and used the mobile phone camera to take pictures of all the places that may have hidden pinhole cameras in the house.

There are no anomalies.

There are no strange visitors at home F either.

It's not voyeurism, and the family's money has not been lost.

Thinking of that inexplicably familiar taste, Song Zhiyuan was sure that Zhou Qichuan had been here before.

She obviously changed the password of the apartment, how did he guess it?

Song Zhiyuan sat on the sofa, and his mood was extremely complicated for a while.

Half-ringing, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and called Ji Yanli, "Brother, help me contact the lock changer who has filed at the police station."

"yes, I'm going to change the locks."

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