A minute and two minutes passed, and two more cars passed him, and the second car passed him and stopped in front of the man not far away.

He Xiyan saw the man walking towards the white car, then opened the door and got into the car, and the car quickly drove away.

It turned out to be waiting for the car.

He Xiyan took a deep breath and patted his chest, trying to calm his overly excited emotions.

It seems that she is too sensitive, that man should not be a bad person, if he is a bad person, wouldn't he have done it to himself earlier.

After the car left, He Xiyan continued to walk forward.

In a few moments, she walked to the place where the man had just stopped, and at this moment, she seemed to have tripped over something.

Looking down, it was a piece of clothing, a black coat.

Hey...... Isn't that what the man was wearing?

He hadn't taken off the garment on the road just now, and why did the garment fall to the ground.

He Xiyan was puzzled, only fifty meters away, she could still see very clearly, the man should not have taken off his clothes.

Out of curiosity, He Xiyan picked up his clothes.

A very thick coat with excellent fabric, and if you look closely, it is the clothes of an Italian brand.

This dress should be tens of thousands of yuan, He Xiyan remembered that this brand of clothes was very expensive.

He Xiyan looked in the direction where the car left again and found that the car did not drive back.

It seems that the man did not know that he had dropped the dress, or that the dress was not the man's, and that the man had already dropped it when he passed by, but he had not picked it up.

He Xiyan put her hand into the pocket of her clothes, wanting to see if there were any documents or something, and finally she took out a small card, no, but this card is a whiteboard, and there is nothing on it.

Whose clothes are there?

He Xiyan was even more puzzled.

In the middle of the night, on a road with rare traffic tracks, a strange man, a coat that fell to the ground inexplicably, and a card without words.

And also......

"Ah......h

He Xiyan, who suddenly thought of something, let out a scream.

Wake up from a dream!

"Yan Yan ......"

When she opened her eyes, He Xiyan saw her husband Mo Yixuan, who was already dressed and ready to go to work.

"Nightmares again?" Mo Yixuan reached out and stroked his wife's forehead, and found that there was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

He Xiyan's face turned red, and the dream just now was still lingering in her mind.

At this time, she was wondering who the man she only saw the back was, and how he suddenly appeared in her dream.

Looking up, she looked at her husband, puzzled.

She remembered that the man in the dream seemed to be about the same height as her husband, and his body shape was somewhat similar.

Could it be that what she just dreamed of was Yixuan?

But how could she have such a dream?

He Xiyan was puzzled.

Mo Yixuan pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head, and gently kissed his wife's cheek.

"I'm going to work." He said, and with that, he reincarnated and left the bedroom.

He Xiyan watched Mo Yixuan leave, she looked at his departing back, and then thought back to the back of the man in the dream, there were some resemblances, but they were not very similar.

No, the one in the dream should not be her husband, otherwise she should have been able to feel it in the dream, and she didn't feel it, proving that it wasn't.

This dream, He Xiyan forgot after a period of time, and remembered it again many years later, until that year, when she remembered this dream again, she realized that what she dreamed was her future.