Calling the door to no avail.

The neighbor's aunt was still puzzled: "I obviously saw her enter the room, could it be that she went out again just now......

"Someone's coming?"

Neighbor's aunt: "No, I listened to it really, no one came."

The sound insulation here is not very good, and the knocking on the door can be heard clearly if it is a little louder.

Xue Rin'an glanced sideways at the door.

On the simple shoe rack at the door, there is a pair of men's leather shoes, and above the door frame, there is a camera that can shoot clearly.

She is very rational and knows how to protect herself, even in the past few years that Su Jiashu has been in prison, she has created a residence for herself that is not a woman who lives alone.

Xue Rin'an called Fu Nanxian.

He reported Jiang Jianing's community address.

"Is there anyone nearby?"

Fu Nanxian: "I'm nearby."

Xue Rinan originally wanted to ask Fu Nanxian to throw a slip door and pick the lock for him, but three minutes later, Fu Nanxian came in person.

"Unlocking." Xue Rinan leaned against the wall, holding his mobile phone in his hand, and dialed Jiang Jianing's mobile phone again, but it was still not connected, and the folds in his eyebrows became deeper.

Fu Nanxian: "......"

It was the first time he had done this kind of work by himself.

Fu Nanxian bit his cigarette and leaned against the door frame, "Why don't you just slam the door?"

Being blocked by a door and quietly waiting for someone to open it is not Xue Rin'an's style.

"I'm afraid of scaring people."

「……」

Fu Nanxian raised an eyebrow, "Inside or outside?"

Xue Rin glanced at him, "You're talking nonsense today."

"Probably because I'm in a good mood," Fu Nanxian's lips curled upward, "It's on."

With a slight click, the door lock opened.

The door opens with a movement, revealing the scene inside the room.

Dog's breakfast.

Xue Rin'an's dark pupils tightened.

Men's leather shoes walked around the books, papers, and decorations on the floor and made their way to the bedroom.

The woman was hunched over on the carpet, her legs curled up and hugging herself.

This is the position in which the baby is protected and defended in the mother's body.

The laptop fell to the ground and the light on the screen flashed.

Fu Nanxian frowned and picked up a chair that had been knocked over, "Is this looted?"

Jiang Jianing heard the voice, her eyelids moved, and her eyes were Xue Rin'an standing in front of her.

Her fingers scratched at the hem of his pants.

Xue Rin'an slowly squatted down, pressed one knee on the floor, and hugged the curled woman.

She is thin and light, and it is easy to be held in the arms of a man.

She put her hand on his shoulder, rested her chin on his shoulder socket, and hugged him.

Fu Nanxian automatically withdrew and closed the door.

Xue Rin'an pressed her waist and brushed her sideburns with a pure male breath, "Don't say you're sleepwalking."

Jiang Jianing sniffed, "No."

"Then why is it so messy?"

It was rare for Xue Rin'an to ask Jiang Jianing such a question so patiently.

Jiang Jianing's voice was in his ears, soft and soft, with a unique frosted texture in the night.

"I've been robbed, and I've lost my things."

"What's that?"

Jiang Jianing's gaze fell on the computer screen that shimmered with faint light, his lips pressed to his earburns, and he muttered, "Straw."

She thought she had caught that straw.

That's ...... The straw that broke the camel's back.

Life is gone.

It's all gone.

Su Jiashu was still in prison and sentenced.

She had never hated her existence as she did then.

She was thinking that maybe, if she died, it would all be gone.

On the rooftop above the tall building, the vast canopy enveloped everything, and she walked to the edge of the steps step by step.

Looking down, there is only an empty evening breeze.

Terrace on 23 floors.

Her taped fingers clutched the railing tightly, and she lifted her legs to try to step over the last barrier.

"Wait!"

Behind him, there was the clear voice of a young man.

She turned her head to look at him.

Against a high-beam searchlight that swept through the sky, the boy turned against the light and walked towards him.

She tilted her head to look at him.

Looking at his clear eyebrows and eyes, he was dressed in a gray camouflage training uniform, and the hands under the sleeves were already nervously clenched into fists.

"Give me your hand."

The girl hesitated for a long time and held out her hand to him.

The moment the boy touched her hand, he pulled her violently, and the two of them staggered backwards and fell.

He fell to the ground.

She fell on his heaving chest in disbelief.

The young man hugged her waist tightly, looking at her eyes, it was a loss and a regain.

It's a hug and touch that doesn't have a lot of affection.

She was cold, and her cold fingertips were trembling.

Xue Rinan put hot water in the bathtub and carried Jiang Jianing into the bathtub.

The clothes on the woman's body were soaked with hot water, and it was too cold, and as soon as she was immersed in the hot water, she couldn't help but shiver.

Xue Rin'an's white shirt was soaked with water, and the thin fabric of the shirt faintly revealed the muscle strength of his chest and abdomen.

From top to bottom, he unbuttoned her shirt one by one.

Under the waves, the delicate skin like snow is gradually revealed.

Jiang Jianing let the man fiddle.

She sat facing him, her eyes staring at him quietly, without blinking.

Seemed to be looking at him.

I saw it fixedly.

One less glance is not enough.

Xue Rin'an was smearing the bubble net with shower gel when she noticed her gaze, "What are you looking at?"

Until the end of the bath, Jiang Jianing's body was soaked in pink, and his long wet hair was attached to his arm, leaning on her arms, and the whole person looked sweet and soft.

She shook her head and shook it like a rattle, but stubbornly didn't speak.

Xue Rinan took the blow to blow Jiang Jianing's hair.

Jiang Jianing lay on the edge of the bed, half-squinted and napped, and muttered, like a lazy cat in a deep sleep, making a comfortable sound.

Xue Rinan held the hair dryer and looked a little dark.

Serving people is a matter of being born twice and being cooked once.

The phone vibrates.

He glanced at it.

It was Zhou Jingrun who called.

Xue Rinan threw the hair dryer aside and walked to the balcony to answer the phone.

"The number has been checked, but it has the highest confidentiality permission, and the information of the number owner cannot be obtained."

Xue Rin'an frowned.

"What is the empty number?"

"Five years ago."

"The number from five years ago is still empty?"

"Because the use permission is the same as the confidentiality permission, it can't be found, it should be locked and bought out, and it won't be randomly redistributed to people in the library, and it has been kept to this day."