Snapped!

The phone was hung up.

Zhang Qianxi stood there, listening to the busy signal from her mobile phone. She couldn't control it anymore, squatted on the ground, covered her mouth and started crying.

She was wrong.

She was wrong.

She shouldn't be there.

You shouldn't follow Lin Lian.

It shouldn't be.

It shouldn't be.

She was a loser. She killed her mother, father, and Zhan Lian, and also made Lin Lian fall into pain.

She is a disaster star.

Lin Liang walked forward and kept walking.

Suddenly, she was hit by someone and her body became unstable. She took a few steps back and was forced to stop.

"Sorry!"

The person who bumped into her quickly apologized.

Lin Lian was startled, then shook his head.

fine.

She's fine.

She seemed to smile at the man and continued to move forward.

Seeing Lin Lian's pale face and even his transparent smile, the man felt a little weird but didn't think much about it and left.

Lin Lian walked a few steps, and a childish and happy little face appeared in front of his eyes.

Her steps stopped.

After a while, she lowered her head and took out her mobile phone.

Ah, she remembered, she still has cocoa.

Her cocoa.

Yes.

Her Coco is waiting for her, and she wants to come back to her.

Otherwise, Coco will be worried.

Her fingertips slid unsteadily on her phone. It took her a while to reach the address book, and she tremblingly clicked on the familiar number.

In China, cars are speeding through the night.

Fu was sitting in the car, supporting the person next to him and holding his cell phone tightly.

His eyes were closed tightly, thoughts racing through his mind.

He has the trust of Mr. Zhan.

His whole body was tense, and the man who had always been calm at this moment fell into an extremely terrible self-blame.

He can make mistakes.

But what about this?

Could it be done well?

He couldn't forgive himself.

There was a long silence, and the atmosphere in the car seemed to sink into an abyss.

Forgotten by the light.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

Fu Cheng opened his eyes.

The vibration came not from the phone in his hand, but from his pocket.

That's Mr. Zhan's cell phone.

Since Mr. Zhan left, he has always carried his mobile phone with him.

Never left.

The whining vibrations kept coming from my trouser pockets, one after another.

Not a letter, but a phone call.

There is an incoming call.

Remind him clearly that it's time to answer the phone.

Fu Cheng squeezed his fingers together, then released them, and took out his mobile phone.

Forest curtain.

The name danced on the screen.

As usual, he took the name when he saw it, but now, he didn't move.

At this moment, with the appearance of this name, the picture in front of him suddenly changed and stopped on that day.

The day of the Beginning of Summer.

Mr. Zhan said he would call him later.

He stood there and watched the door close before his eyes.

At that moment, for some reason, he had a bad premonition.

But soon, this bad feeling disappeared.

Because he doesn't believe it.

Nor accept it.

He stayed outside until a phone call came and he left.

By the time he came back, the sun had set.

The light lost its glare and became gentle.

He walked into the villa.

It was quiet inside, with no sound at all.

Everything in the villa seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and it was so quiet that it made people feel nervous.

He stood in the living room, watching everything in silence, and went upstairs.

Mr. Zhan said he would call him later.

By this time, it should be almost done.

He came outside the bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock."

A small knock on the door echoed in the villa, which was very empty.

Scary empty.

He tightened his hands slightly and continued to knock.

As rhythmic as ever.

"Dong dong."

"..."

"Dong dong."

"..."

"Dong dong."

"..."

There was no response from inside, but he still stood there, knocked twice, paused for a while, then continued knocking, and then paused.

Repeatedly.

He kept waiting, waiting for the people inside to respond.

However, he knocked over and over again and waited patiently, but there was no response.

Finally, he lowered his hand.
To be continued...