The assistant is off work.

Except for work, Siner does not contact his assistant in private, and after reading the client, he will take the painting himself, restrain his curiosity, and look forward to the day that will come soon.

She drove home and arrived at her destination half an hour later.

One of the wealthy districts in Chang'an City.

The style of the house and the greenery are all in the Sin'er aesthetic, and she lives in a small two-story villa with a backyard.

There is a large distance between the houses, and at night, the street lights around are warmly lit, and occasionally accompanied by the chirping of insects, but it is not as quiet as before.

The duplex villa building diagonally opposite was brightly lit, and there was no sudden braking movement from time to time near eleven o'clock, and the subsequent hilarity drifted down the road to Xin'er's room.

The same is true for several days.

On the night of the third day, as soon as Sin'er heard the noise, he did not hesitate to call the police.

Shortly after the police dealt with it, Sinr heard the doorbell ringing.

The people who came were Wen Di and her agent, both of whom were red-faced and white-faced.

The purpose is to apologize.

If they didn't explain, Xin'er wouldn't know that Wen Di was the owner of the big villa diagonally opposite, and accepted the apology but didn't want to continue to listen to the explanation, and motioned for them to leave.

"I thought it was who, she deliberately called the police against me, it must be so."

Wen Di's anger had not yet dissipated, sitting on the sofa holding the pillow and chattering, hearing the agent talk about Xin'er's studio, and sneered:

"Just how capable a two-person studio can be, you are too bold, even afraid of that kind of woman."

The agent's next words made Wen Di speechless and upset.

The agent is right, she has not yet gained a foothold in the domestic entertainment industry, even if she has Lin Xiangchuan as a backer, she must not get carried away, and would rather suffer losses than offend people.

She thought of the attitude she had just taken to find Sin'l and decided to go again tomorrow.

As soon as the day dawns.

Sin'er's dull head was instantly sobered up by the assistant's news.

Customers who purchased the "Wild Thorn" series went to the studio at half past nine today to pick up the paintings.

Hesitating and hesitating, Sinl drove to the studio in his usual casual suit.

Originally, she had planned to take a day off.

There is a world of difference between facts and ideals.

She didn't meet the man who was similar to Qi Zhiyu, and the sense of loss haunted her body, and she couldn't wait to go home immediately.

While waiting for the street lights, Zill noticed that the client was in the same direction as hers, even in the same neighborhood.

Before she knew it, she followed the Bentley to the vicinity of Villa 23.

When I first viewed the property, this villa was Sin'er's favorite.

Towers and spacious crescent terraces, unfortunately the price is not very beautiful, it is not cost-effective for her to live alone.

Rolling down the window, she saw from a distance that the customer pressed the doorbell of Villa 23, but the man who came out was Lin Xiangchuan.

"Wait! I forgot to give you a gift. ”

When Xin'er reacted, he was already standing in front of Lin Xiangchuan, handing a blue daisy hairpin to the customer, making an excuse for the time being, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Lin Xiangchuan reminded the assistant to leave with a sound through his nose, and instead questioned Xin'er:

"What are you still standing here for?"

"I ......"

Xin'er met Lin Xiangchuan's cold gaze, "Your house is beautiful, you like that painting......"

"Whether I like it or not has nothing to do with you. If there's anything you can tell my friend, don't waste your time with me! ”

The appearance of Wendi made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Xin Er was leaving, but Wen Di didn't let him hold her hand, "I'm really sorry to disturb your rest these days, I'll invite you to dinner." ”

Lin Xiangchuan had just returned from the next city to deal with business, and knew that the reasons for the 360-degree change in Wendi's attitude were far more than these, so he remained silent.

"Xiang Chuan, Xin Er and I look like sisters, you shouldn't mind eating with us, right? Please! ”

Lin Xiangchuan continued to be silent, and when Wen Diquan agreed, Xiao Yingying pulled Xin Er and ran into the villa.

Xin'er didn't refuse, she wanted to see Lin Xiangchuan's home with her own eyes, and the tail of her eyes swept carefully.

I guess I just moved in, and everything I saw was cold.

Wen Di easily crossed Erlang's legs and began to order takeout.

Xin Er didn't see Lin Xiangchuan's figure, and entered the kitchen without permission, and there were actually some ingredients in the refrigerator.

She asked Wendi to cancel the order and cook it herself.

A light version of boiled beef fillet, salad, and kung pao chicken.

These dishes, Xin Er are all made according to Qi Zhiyu's taste.

She wanted to see how Lin Xiangchuan would react.

Only Wen Di praised the whole process.

Xin Er felt that Lin Xiangchuan seemed a little restrained, this was obviously his home, shouldn't she be nervous?

"Xiang Chuan, I like your villa, after a while, let's exchange lives, you bought it anyway."

Wendi is showing off to Sin'er.

Lin Xiangchuan ate the salad silently, without a trace of expression on his face.

"You're so good at cooking, have you studied it specifically?"

Wen Di's eyes looked back and forth between the two, changing the topic while eating.

"Not really, I've loved cooking since I was a kid. In addition, my husband and I have similar tastes and are picky about food.

I put a lot of thought into it to make him happy when he came home from work, and over time my cooking skills improved. ”

While Xin Er was talking, Yu Guang secretly observed Lin Xiangchuan.

Wen Di almost choked and hurriedly covered his mouth with a tissue.

"You're married? I thought you were ...... Ahem. Why didn't you see your husband yesterday, could it be that you are separated? ”

"Nope." Zill bowed his head slightly, his hands clenched.

"I know, your husband has changed his mind and cheated, so you are now alone in the empty room, isn't that so?"

Wen Di expressed great satisfaction with his guess, raising his chin and waiting for an answer.

"No, my husband is a decent man and treats me very well, and we never quarrel.

He died in a car accident three years ago, and there's not a day I don't miss him. ”

Xin Er looked at Lin Xiangchuan and said word by word.

Lin Xiangchuan's eyes dodged, and the food in his mouth was tasteless, "Little flute, you eat it yourself, I'm going to get busy." ”

"Don't, you finally have time to have a meal with me, and then go to work after eating, okay?"

Wen Di was distracted and admired the pink diamond and white peach manicure he had just made, but he didn't see the two of them looking at each other. I was only surprised that Lin Xiangchuan would call himself so affectionately, raised his eyebrows proudly, looked at Xin'er, and paused:

"Okay, knowing you're uncomfortable in front of strangers, go get busy."

Xin Er felt that Lin Xiangchuan was hiding from him, and wanted to open his mouth to speak, but found Wen Di getting up and chasing after him.

The two stood in the middle of the spiral staircase whispering something.

From time to time, the two bodies bump into each other, much like flirting.

Whether it is the tone of speech or some small movements of Wendi, it seems to say that they have known each other for a long time and have a very good relationship.

Sin'er's presence seemed to be very unsightly, she couldn't control her afterglow and ignored them, her right hand gripped her loose trouser leg again and again, her dark gaze fell on the plate in front of her, and every food did not move.

She suddenly hoped that Lin Xiangchuan was not Qi Zhiyu.

Even if they have similar faces and figures.

Even if they have similar movements and expressions.

Even if her instincts told her over and over again that he was.

But as long as he is not, the only reason for her sadness is that Qi Zhiyu has passed away, that's all.

When Wendi returned to the table, Sinr was gone.

She sat in her car, her eyes covered with tears, and she saw Lin Xiangchuan standing on the terrace through the car mirror.

He's smoking again.

Soon, Wen Di appeared beside him.

Xin'er immediately retracted her gaze and started the car to go home, took a shower, she curled up in a ball and lay on the bed, clenched her mobile phone and dialed her friend's number:

"Zhaozhao, I'...... I'm sick all over, tell me quickly, Qi Zhiyu is dead, let me stop thinking that he can still come back to me.

I'm just a hopeless madman, I don't want to do this, my heart hurts, I don't want to cry at all.

I'm already scared to see that man's face again, I don't want him to be the one I love, what should I do, what should I do? Can you help me? ”

Lin Xiangchuan on the other end of the phone opened his voice and spoke:

"You're typing the wrong shot."

Xin Er mistakenly took Lin Xiangchuan's phone number as Fu Zhao's, a close friend.

The last four digits of two strings of numbers coincide.

She couldn't move like an electric shock, her throat and eyes were stuck, she couldn't speak for a while, her trembling hands clenched her mouth and waited for him to hang up.

After a long wait, the phone was still on the phone.