The queen is a little fresh: the gold master, stop!

Chapter 383 Traces of Love

Xu Yiyuan's heart moved, and he looked at him with some emotion.

Even though Wen Tingyun left him, he still regarded Wen Tingyun's relatives as his closest relatives?
With this heart alone, if you still doubt his sincerity towards Wen Tingyun, then you are really blind!
She sighed and said: "It doesn't matter. It's best to deal with those things and get Yunyun back. She lives outside alone with a child. I don't know how much trouble she will suffer!"

"Yes, I will try my best to find it. If there is news, I will tell my aunt as soon as possible."

After finishing what he had to say, Chi Nange didn't linger, and quickly left the Si family's old house.

Although he was forced to make a high-profile show with Si Chenghan when he got off the plane, it was normal for his boss to visit his house after he met Si Chenghan, so there was no doubt about it.

Then, Chi Nange went back to the hotel to stay, which was also within the normal range.

Of course, bodyguards are always on hand.

In Si Chenghan's territory, Si Chenghan did not dare to take it lightly.

The two talked about the joint development project, and Chi Nange returned to Nancheng the next day.

After getting off the plane, Chi Nange was very tired. After getting in the car, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

However, when he passed near Fenglu Villa, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Take me to Fenglu Villa."

Zuo Wei paused, nodded to the driver, but still dutifully tried to persuade him: "Mr. Chi, Yulouchun won't be able to hit him with one blow, maybe there will be a second attack..."

Thinking of the last time, on the way away from Fenglu Villa, there was an accident, Zuo Wei felt lingering fear.

Chi Nange remained silent and did not speak.

This is irresistible.

The car stopped at the entrance of the villa. Chi Nange got out of the car and stood there for a while before walking in.

"Master, are you back?" Speaking of which, Aunt Lan hadn't seen Chi Nange for a long time.After Wen Tingyun was sent away by Zuo Wei, the servants here were also dismissed, and they felt that something had happened.

"Well. I'm staying here today, and Aunt Lan worked hard to prepare dinner." Chi Nange habitually took off his coat and handed it to Aunt Lan, then walked upstairs.

Opening the door of the bedroom, the house that has not been lived in for several months, although it is still tidy, has a somewhat dusty smell.

Chi Nange walked in, and glanced at the items in the room, which were almost the same as before he left.

On the dressing table, Wen Tingyun's unused skin care products were still placed. Opening the drawer, all kinds of jewelry he gave her were lying there quietly, as if they were still waiting for the owner to wear them.

"Master, would you like a glass of water?" Aunt Lan came up with a glass of water, and stood at the door looking at the cold back in the room.

Although I don't know what happened in detail, Zuo Wei briefly mentioned it just now, which made Aunt Lan feel a burst of embarrassment.

Singer Chi Nan was holding a diamond necklace in his hand. Hearing this, he put the chain back into the jewelry box and said, "Put all these jewelry in the safe."

When she comes back, although you can give a new one, but the old ones have been used for a long time, and there is always affection.

"Yes." Aunt Lan agreed, put the water glass on the coffee table, and went to tidy up the dressing table.

Chi Nange walked to the window and opened the curtains, looking at the familiar terrace. Wen Tingyun likes to read scripts on the recliner here the most. After the weather was cold, he often scolded her.

There are still many sweet people in this place. No matter how they hurt each other, they can't erase the trace of their love.

"Master, Miss Yunyun, she..."

　While writing this paragraph, I was listening to a song.

　　The masked singer will sing "I Miss You So Much" by Jin Zhiwen and Rainie Yang.

　　That kind of emotional outburst is very strong, but I dare not write too deeply, lest you say I am too cruel. . .

　　I am also afraid that I will cry myself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)