Aunt Chen saw that the environment here was quite tidy, and Mrs. Chen thought that she could only agree for the time being.

"You said Wen Shengsheng wants to live in a shabby hut?"

Xiang Liangran was dumbfounded.

"Does Xiang Jing know about this matter?"

"I don't know here, I'm sorry."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Liangran fell into deep thought.

Wen Shengsheng was willing to live in a dilapidated house in a small city, and he was not even willing to come back with Xiang Jinghe.

As an insider of the studio, Wen Shengsheng does not need to travel at all, nor does he need to personally feel the clues of collecting cultural relics.

Is this really disappointed in Xiang Jinghe?

"Check where Xiang Jing is now."

However, after a while, Xiang Jinghe's traces were sent to Xiang Liangran's mobile phone.

Xiang Liangran looked at the hospital, evoking a mocking laugh.

Hospital.

Gu Xiyuan's eyes were hazy with tears, she pouted a pink lip, her complexion was quite good, and she held Xiang Jinghe's hand very apologetically.

"Ah Jing. I was so scared just now! The car just crashed into me, but luckily it didn't happen·······"

Xiang Jinghe saw that the person was still there, and he had already regained his senses, and he had a cold face at this time.

The doctor said beside her: "Miss Gu is injured and now needs to recuperate, she is too frightened, and she may need to be in the hospital for a while." ”

Xiang Jinghe raised his chin, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

"It's just a car accident, it's like this, that's how you guys do it?"

Maybe Xiang Jinghe's tone was frighteningly cold, and the doctor was quite weak: "It's ......"

Gu Xiyuan cried: "Ah Jing, why are you murdering the doctor?" They're not the ones who hit me. ”

At this time, the special assistant walked in from the door and handed over a document.

"The driver who caused the accident has been found and is a porter."

The assistant slowed down his tone.

"Recently, she has been in contact with her wife a little bit and is in charge of the moving work in the studio."

Gu Xiyuan shrank into Xiang Jinghe's arms in fear.

"Sister-in-law, she should have nothing to do with this matter."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Xiyuan changed her tone: "She just knows the porter, it shouldn't be related, what are you doing with this?" ”

Li Tezhu was silent, and Xiang Jinghe put Gu Xiyuan's hand back on the hospital bed.

"I'll investigate this matter, you just need to rest in peace."

Xiang Jinghe left, and Gu Xiyuan looked at Xiang Jinghe's back and showed a gloating smile.

Wen Shengsheng, who was far away in Ancheng, received a message at the same time.

"Someone is preparing to investigate your relationship with a porter."

Wen Shengsheng raised his eyebrows after listening.

Who investigates her relationship with the porter?

This angle is really strange enough.

Wen Shengsheng didn't even know who the most suspicious porter he had come into contact with during this time.

The other side also seemed to think it was very strange: "Miss Gu's car accident should have something to do with the porter, and the Xiang family asked me to investigate." ”

Wen Shengsheng put away his smile.

"He also believes?"

"Who knows."

"Okay, thank you for telling me about this, I'll take care of it."

Putting down the phone, Wen Shengsheng threw it on the sofa next to him.

Pay attention to what, be careful not to let Xiang Jinghe find out that she and the porter have only spoken less than ten words? It's ridiculous.

Wen Shengsheng sat on the small sofa, but there was no pain in his heart.

It's very warm.

This is where my uncle and his uncle lived.

This is the only way to make her feel a moment of peace of mind, like a rootless child who has finally found duckweed and wants to set up camp here.

Unknowingly, Wen Shengsheng fell asleep on the sofa.

In a daze, she heard a noise outside.

Wen Shengsheng opened his eyes and locked the direction of the door, the sound came from that side, and there seemed to be the sound of iron clashing.

Could it be·······

Thief?

Wen Shengsheng didn't dare to think about it, covered his stomach, picked up a wooden stick next to him, held it tightly in his hand, and hid it behind the curtain.

She sat still, looking intently in the direction of the door, without making a sound.

The man outside was a little irritable.

"Why can't you open it? Doesn't that mean no one lives here? ”