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For a brief moment, he thought that he was still in a dream, that his father was still alive, that he had dressed up properly when he was young, and was waiting to accompany his father to an important dinner party.

But he saw the old Li hobbled over and slowly closed the gate of the mansion.

Yes, Lao Li is old and reduced to a guard at the gate, and his son A Chi A Cheng is now his effective subordinate.

And my father, my father passed away a year ago.

He was no longer the young and weak boy who could only be slaughtered by others.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at everything around him. Since taking over Ye Shi, he has refurbished the house named after his mother.

Even in winter, there is still green grass in front of you, and it is picturesque from every angle.

Even though this house left him with a lot of childhood shadows, but he also grew up in this house, and his feelings are naturally deep.

In the past, he only came back here and there for a night. Since that woman moved here, he has slowly regarded this place as his real home.

When they returned to the mansion, they couldn't find Cheng Liuli.

I asked Aunt Fen, and Aunt Fen said that she went back to her room to rest after breakfast.

But when he returned to the bedroom, he found that there was no one in the bedroom.

With a bang, all the blood in his body poured out, and his brain was almost blank.

Cheng Liuli is gone!where did she goHe has already agreed to almost all of her requests, will she still have to go further and escape from this house?

He stood in the lobby on the first floor, turning around, looking up unexpectedly, and suddenly found that a room on the top floor was brightly lit from the door.

Isn't the door there usually locked tightly, and the regular servants only go up to clean it every Monday?

Could it be that. ． ． ． ． ．

His heart tightened, he didn't even have time to take the elevator, he went straight up the white spiral staircase, and climbed up to the top floor in three steps at a time.

In the opened door, the woman who disturbed him was indeed sitting on the ground, the sunlight streamed down from the skylight above her head, and shone on her body through the glass, like a natural spotlight, shining brightly on her. body.

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a dizzy circle of light, and he was in a trance, making him feel as if he saw an angel!

But wait!What the hell is that angel doing?

Sitting cross-legged with his back facing him, with his head lowered, he turned the pages with a clatter of fingers, staring intently at something.

He walked in calmly, his tall and muscular figure covered a small piece of light above her head, and successfully woke her up from her concentration on reading.

"What are you looking at?" Her expression turned cold. She really shouldn't have come in this room.

"No, it's nothing..." The woman hastily hid the notebook in her hand backward.

He stretched out his big palm, "Take it here."

"It's just...I didn't try to peep...I just...saw the door was open...wanted to close the door... Who knew this diary..." She spoke incoherently, her pure and clear face flushed, eager to defend herself.

There was no expression on his cold face, "Bring it here."

A thick book was handed over to him.For a brief moment, he thought that he was still in a dream, that his father was still alive, that he had dressed up properly when he was young, and was waiting to accompany his father to an important dinner party.

But he saw the old Li hobbled over and slowly closed the gate of the mansion.

Yes, Lao Li is old and reduced to a guard at the gate, and his son A Chi A Cheng is now his effective subordinate.

And my father, my father passed away a year ago.

He was no longer the young and weak boy who could only be slaughtered by others.

Squinting his eyes, he looked at everything around him. Since taking over Ye Shi, he has refurbished the house named after his mother.

Even in winter, there is still green grass in front of you, and it is picturesque from every angle.

Even though this house left him with a lot of childhood shadows, but he also grew up in this house, and his feelings are naturally deep.

In the past, he only came back here and there for a night. Since that woman moved here, he has slowly regarded this place as his real home.

When they returned to the mansion, they couldn't find Cheng Liuli.

I asked Aunt Fen, and Aunt Fen said that she went back to her room to rest after breakfast.

But when he returned to the bedroom, he found that there was no one in the bedroom.

With a bang, all the blood in his body poured out, and his brain was almost blank.

Cheng Liuli is gone!where did she goHe has already agreed to almost all of her requests, will she still have to go further and escape from this house?

He stood in the lobby on the first floor, turning around, looking up unexpectedly, and suddenly found that a room on the top floor was brightly lit from the door.

Isn't the door there usually locked tightly, and the regular servants only go up to clean it every Monday?

Could it be that. ． ． ． ． ．

His heart tightened, he didn't even have time to take the elevator, he went straight up the white spiral staircase, and climbed up to the top floor in three steps at a time.

In the opened door, the woman who disturbed him was indeed sitting on the ground, the sunlight streamed down from the skylight above her head, and shone on her body through the glass, like a natural spotlight, shining brightly on her. body.

The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a dizzy circle of light, and he was in a trance, making him feel as if he saw an angel!

But wait!What the hell is that angel doing?

Sitting cross-legged with his back facing him, with his head lowered, he turned the pages with a clatter of fingers, staring intently at something.

He walked in calmly, his tall and muscular figure covered a small piece of light above her head, and successfully woke her up from her concentration on reading.

"What are you looking at?" Her expression turned cold. She really shouldn't have come in this room.

"No, it's nothing..." The woman hastily hid the notebook in her hand backward.

He stretched out his big palm, "Take it here."

"It's just...I didn't try to peep...I just...saw the door was open...wanted to close the door... Who knew this diary..." She spoke incoherently, her pure and clear face flushed, eager to defend herself.

There was no expression on his cold face, "Bring it here."

A thick book was handed over to him.