Lin Xiaowan stood in place and was stunned for a while, and then reacted, now she and Huo Zheng are not married, maybe because of this variable, so there is nothing in the book.

But thinking about it like this, it didn't actually comfort me, if there is a love letter in it now, it can also mean that maybe Huo Zheng wrote it when he didn't know her yet, or wasn't with her yet.

But only after marriage did there be love letters, which made it even more weird.

Lin Xiaowan didn't give up and flipped through all the books around "Monetary Theory", no, there was nothing in any book.

She began to question her own judgment, could it be that she really didn't have a new birth, but just slept too long yesterday and had a dream that lasted for three years? Could it be that there weren't those three years at all, she just took a nap?

However, Lin Xiaowan hesitated again, the state of difficulty breathing, and the state of dying after the consciousness gradually dissipated, are all real, can a dream be so real?

It's not like she hasn't had dreams that were so real and terrible that she's had them.

She once took a nap, I don't know what's going on, she dreamed that she and her father were reading the newspaper together on the bed of the cottage in the old house, she snuggled in her father's arms, read the news in the newspaper carefully word by word, and got out of bed barefoot halfway, and went to the living room to get a handful of corn gummies to eat.

She was in a trance for a long time after that afternoon awakening, and even remembered the news in her memory that hadn't faded for a few seconds, until she rushed out the door to find that there was no gummy corn on the table outside.

Dreams and reality are opposites, and in the dream she briefly had all her father's love.

She had nothing outside of the dream.

Lin Xiaowan slowly put back the books she pulled out, one by one, and when she put them back, she opened each one and checked it again, and there was indeed nothing in it.

Even if Huo Zheng is on a business trip, every night before Lin Xiaowan goes to bed, he will have a video call with her, explaining what she has done today, how much work progress has been rushed, and what she is busy with now, giving her a sense of security.

It's the same today, but after the man's words were concise, he found that the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be distracted.

He furrowed his eyebrows almost invisibly, and the girl had obviously listened very carefully before.

After waiting for a while, even Lin Xiaowan didn't realize that Huo Zheng had finished speaking.

Huo Zheng called her: "Qingqing." ”

Qingqing is the name Lin Xiaowan gave herself, when she and Huo Zheng met, when she introduced herself, she said that her name was Lin Qingqing. Since then, even if he knew that her real name was Lin Xiaowan, Huo Zheng always called her Qingqing.

"Huh? What's wrong? Lin Xiaowan came back to her senses, saw that Huo Zheng was slightly dissatisfied, and smiled embarrassedly, "Are you done?" ”

Huo Zheng pointed out: "You didn't listen. ”

Lin Xiaowan smirked and wanted to fool the past.

Huo Zheng didn't allow her to be sloppy: "What happened?" ”

Lin Xiaowan was just thinking about a name, what was Huo Zheng's first love? Lin Zhiyi? Or Song Zhiyi? Or something else, she remembered seeing the name clearly.

Her heart moved slightly, thinking that it would be better to take the opportunity to ask about the white moonlight, but the words were like a fish in her throat, and she finally spoke, but what she said was: "I had a dream." ”

"I dreamed you didn't want me," her voice grew quieter, a little hesitant and uncertain, "and then I died." ”

Huo Zheng's face sank almost instantly, and his tone was unusually stern: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

"Why are you so fierce, it's just a dream." Lin Xiaowan was taken aback.

The man's expression remained stiff.

"Dreams and reality are opposites, you won't want me, will you?" She asked.

Huo Zheng's face looked a little better, and he emphasized the point: "I won't die." ”

"Uh-huh." Lin Xiaowan nodded like a chicken pecking rice, with a sweet smile, "It won't die." ”

Hanging up the phone, Huo Zheng was still uneasy in his heart, and he could continue to devote himself to work for a long time.

Lin Xiaowan opened the search engine and tried to search for a few different names in her impression, but no matter what her surname was, there seemed to be no useful information, and it had nothing to do with Huo Zheng at all.

The day before Huo Zheng came back, she suddenly received a strange phone call.

Originally, she wanted to hang up, Lin Xiaowan never answered any strange calls, but the ghost made her feel as if she had seen such a string of numbers, so she stretched out her hand and chose to answer.

"Is it Lin Xiaowan?" A clear and bright female voice came from the earpiece.

Lin Xiaowan's heart was pounding.

"I am."

The other end laughed lightly: "Hello, I'm Song Zhiyi, I don't know if Brother Huo has ever talked to you about me." ”

Lin Xiaowan hugged her mobile phone and was silent for a while.

When she came to her senses, she was already sitting in the café, and in front of her stood a curly-haired girl with a goose egg face, painted with delicate and beautiful makeup, smiling and greeting her.

Lin Xiaowan stood up a little hurriedly and said "hello".

Song Zhiyi laughed with a "flutter", and a faint dimple flashed on the side of her cheeks: "Don't be so nervous, sit down." ”

She sat down opposite, her posture was elegant and generous, she pinned her falling hair behind her ear, and several silver shackles on her wrist collided with a dingdong crisp sound, Lin Xiaowan looked at her secretly with her eyes cocked.

This is Huo Zheng's first love, she looks so beautiful, much more beautiful than in those photos, and she is a completely different type.

Song Zhiyi asked for a glass of iced American, Lin Xiaowan glanced at the cocoa strawberry milkshake and crème brûlée in front of her, and inexplicably felt that she had fallen behind in her aura.

She couldn't help but straighten her back.

Song Zhiyi put on a good shelf, making sure that she was comparing herself to the person in front of her, so she asked her unhurriedly: "Has Brother Huo ever talked to you about me?" ”

Lin Xiaowan shook her head, she didn't like this title very much, it was too intimate.

Song Zhiyi sighed softly, and his eyes revealed a little sadness: "He probably still blames me." ”

Lin Xiaowan didn't know what she could say, so she had to hold the milkshake and smile awkwardly.

"You may wonder how I could have contacted you." Song Zhiyi looked at her, she was not aggressive, her tone was soft like a gentle sister in the neighbor's house, but her words were not very gentle.

"I once agreed with Brother Huo that even if we separate in the future, no matter where we are when we get married, we must go to each other's wedding."

"Even if we are really separated now, I hope to see with my own eyes whether he is happy or not, so that I can rest assured."

"I didn't bother you, did I?"

Lin Xiaowan felt that she was quite disturbed.

Shouldn't a qualified predecessor be like he is dead, why is this person still dancing in front of the predecessor's current officer, and the words he says are the same as swearing sovereignty, so shameless.

However, she didn't say these words, she felt that she needed to re-examine her marriage to Huo Zheng.