Stealing Your Heart

Jiang Mohan is browsing today's news. Zong Yanxi really misunderstood the incident. It wasn't Jiang Mohan's intention. He just found that someone was taking a candid photo and didn't stop it.

And then there's today's news.

After all, today's media people don't write news based on authenticity, but how to attract people's attention.

He put down his cell phone and thought, if Zong Yanxi saw it, what would her expression be?

The corners of his lips could not help but overflow a little smile. Suddenly, he looked forward to it. But soon, his face was subdued again.

Because he just received the news from Nancheng that his and Zong Yanxi's home had been cleaned up and he could stay at any time.

When he went back to face what had happened there, he suddenly felt at a loss.

Those are deliberately ignored by him, but clear memory.

Those, the tenderness she gives and the warmth of home.

Since he realized that Lin Ruixi might be Zong Yanxi, he began to try to face everything in the past.

Including the emotion that had never been discovered by him before and was ignored in his heart.

He wants to face himself.

He has missed her once, if God gives him another chance, he must firmly grasp.

He picked up his coat, stood up and walked out of the office.

Today's weather is very good, sunny, let him think of that in his life, once bright and beautiful woman.

He drove to the villa and the south city was still there.

In a short time of one day, here and before are completely different.

The lawn in front of the villa was flat, and no fallen leaves were found. They were all cleaned up.

Nancheng came over and said, "I watched people clean the house."

There is no change in all the arrangements inside. Everything that has been wiped is placed in place.

Jiang Mo Han nodded, "you go back."

Nancheng nodded.

Jiang Mohan stood at the door, where she was almost restored to the original appearance, bright lintel, clean courtyard. He adjusted his mood and stepped in.

The room was the same as when she left, even the teacups were in their original positions.

In the past year, he was most afraid of the place he did not dare to face.

Here, he spent three years with her.

More than 1000 days and nights, carrying too many unforgettable memories.

He went to the sofa and his mind was like a movie picture, showing her despair when he asked for a divorce.

His hands suddenly clenched, heart pain, this moment he felt her pain and helplessness at that time.

She trusted him so much that she gave everything to him without warning.

But he... He breathed repeatedly to keep sober. He stretched out his hand to open the drawer, which contained the divorce agreement she had signed at that time.

He slammed the drawer back, unwilling to touch the painful memories.

If only some things could be forgotten, he thought in his heart, if forgotten, there would be no regret at the moment, if forgotten, there would be no heartache.

Suddenly, he remembered that his home was also monitored. The screenshot of the USB flash disk he received last time was obviously taken by the monitor at home.

Does anyone come home?

He walked towards the study.

Push open the door of the study, everything in the room immediately appears in front of you, the window is open, blowing a slight breeze.

Perhaps the room is too long no one to live in, it seems a little lonely and lonely.

As like as two peas, he went to his desk and sat on the chair. Everything on the desk was exactly the same as he used to. He started the computer.

Soon the computer turned on and he moved the mouse.