She was stunned for a moment, then picked it up and carefully confirmed, yes, it was exactly the same, even the shoe size.

She confirmed that she only had one pair of shoes, so what was the matter with the extra two pairs?

Just when she was puzzled, Zhang's mother came over: "These shoes were sent by the second master last night, and I said that the second master is still the same to you as before, right?" Or double. The police have already closed the case of the master, and it is characterized as an accident, which may really have nothing to do with the second master, so don't worry about it anymore...... Now there is a big tree for you to lean on, and it is really our old family who burned high incense in the last life. ”

Xiang Wan put down the shoes in his hand and chose an inconspicuous pair of white casual shoes in the corner, and did not respond to Zhang's mother's words.

In fact, she has also been shaken for a while, but she also believes that her mother will not put the crime on Zuo Xingyun's head for no reason, and her mother is even determined to take her to death with her...... There is a possibility of misunderstanding in this, which is really pitiful.

Many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface, Zhang's mother obviously doesn't understand this truth, she didn't understand it before, and then she was forced to understand.

She will figure everything out little by little, no matter how deep Zuo Xingyun hides, she will dig everything out.

Zuo Xingyun didn't return to Xiang Xiang at night, and Xiang Wan didn't care about his whereabouts, but when he wasn't there, she was much more relaxed.

She didn't want to go to his room to 'explore' again, that kind of sneaky thing, she was also very resistant in her heart, it was enough to be caught once.

In recent days, there have been a series of rains, and the roses in the garden have also suffered.

On the weekend morning, when the heavy rain finally stopped, Xiang Wan pruned the roses that had broken branches in the yard and put them in a vase, placing them in the most conspicuous position.

Looking at those roses, she can't help but think of her father's gentle and smiling face, in her opinion, he is the most gentle person in the world, and he is also the one who spoils her to the top of her heart.

All the roses were planted for her by her father since she was born, and he searched for many precious varieties, and said that when she grew up, he would give her this valuable old house and the fragrance of the garden as a dowry.

It's a pity that her father couldn't watch her get married...... This house is not surnamed.

She took a nap on the desk in her room with a rose in her hand, and her dreams were full of fond memories of her childhood, and her father held her high above her head, saying that she was the most precious treasure in the world.

Since she was a child, her father did protect her like a baby, and even when she went to school, she was accompanied by bodyguards to pick her up and pick her up, so that she didn't even have any friends.

In the end, the beautiful dream was interspersed with some out-of-place pictures, Zuo Xingyun squatted on the ground to help her put on her shoes when she had just fallen and was crying, religiously like a knight who guarded the princess.

"The second master is back? Have you had breakfast? ”

Zhang's mother's voice in the corridor woke Xiang Wan up from her dream, she stretched her waist, looked at the roses in her hand, recalled the details of the dream little by little, and inexplicably thought of the picture of Zuo Xingyun wiping her feet in the car......

He was no longer her knight, and the man who really spoiled her as a princess had been buried in the ground.

"I've eaten it. She hasn't gotten up yet? ”

Hearing Zuo Xingyun ask about herself, Xiang Wan got up and opened the door and went out, blocking the words of Zhang's mother who was about to answer, and it was obvious that she didn't get up or not.

Zuo Xingyun is still wearing a straight suit, mysterious and cold black, which is very consistent with his temperament.

He had a fresh breath after the rain, and he could smell a slight dampness.

His gaze fell on Xiang Wan's hand through the lenses, and the red rose seemed to be just the right embellishment in Xiang Wan's hand in a white dress, and he couldn't tell whether it was a flower or a person who was tempting for a while.