even have time to look him up in her contacts, instead, her fingers flew across the keyboard, pressing the familiar sequence of digits she knew by heart.The phone rang three times and then was hung up...Good night, YanYan

There will be no nightmares. 。Whether it was the sense of security from being held, or something else, Fu Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, no longer furrowed. In her dream, flowers bloomed like jewels. 。The next day at noon 。When Fu Yan woke up, the sky was already bright. 。The moment she opened her eyes, she realized that she had slept very well. But then she remembered what had happened before she went to sleep, and her face darkened as a frown creased her brow. A wave of nausea rose within her. 。She quickly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up. When she walked out of the room, Huo Mingzheng was sitting at the dining table drinking coffee. 。He woke up only one hour earlier than Fu Yan. 。He didn't want her to wake up and see him lying in her bed, holding her. 。To avoid angering her, he got up even though he didn't want to. 。Have breakfast. 。Ho Mingzheng raised his hand. 。Soon, Cao Fang carried out a bowl of chicken congee from the kitchen. 。Cao Fang said specially: "It was Mr. Huo who personally cooked the porridge for you." 。Fu Yan looked at the porridge in front of her, remembering that a few days ago she had heard her colleagues discussing a TV series. The female protagonist was deeply moved because the male lead cooked a bowl of porridge for her early in the morning and was willing to abandon her family to be with him. 。

At that time, she thought the female lead was incredibly stupid. She even went back online to watch that video. Now, looking back, she wished she could pour the bowl of porridge on the female lead's head and scald her love brain.

Thank you 。She said thanks and sat down to eat the porridge. 。 Huo Mingzheng was drinking coffee, and inadvertently raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Fu Yan's face. Before Fu Yan looked over, he retracted his gaze. 。At that moment, the distant sound of police sirens could be heard from downstairs. 。At the same time, Cao Fang's phone rang. He picked up his phone and walked to the balcony before answering it, furrowing his brow. 。

“Uncle Fang, someone in apartment 21 has been dead at home for days. The body was already rotting before relatives found it today. Police came to take statements.”

Twenty-one floor 。Cao Fang went over the number in his mind, because last night's surveillance showed the floor suddenly changing from the tenth floor to the twenty-first floor, he was particularly sensitive to this twenty-one. 。

"Alright, you go talk to the police first, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Fang walked to the restaurant. Fu Yan was drinking porridge. Thinking about what the bodyguard had said, he really couldn't eat. So he walked to Huo Mingzheng's side and whispered what happened on the 21st floor in his ear. 。Ho Mingzheng nodded silently. 。

And Fu Yan also thought they were talking about some work or the Huo family's affairs, so she didn't ask much. She waited until she finished her porridge, and Huo Mingzheng handed her a napkin.

He originally wanted to wipe her down himself, but he was afraid she would resist too much and then regret going back home with him later, so he held back a little. 。Fu Yan rubbed her lips, Huo Mingzheng told her everything Cao Fang had just said without any concealment, “He's going upstairs now to see what's going on…” 。Similarly, Fu Yan is also sensitive to the 21st floor. 。She nodded, not knowing why, a strange unease filled her heart. 。Cao Fang took the elevator to the 21st floor. As expected, there was a police line at the door, with neighbors from next door, policemen, and property management staff and security guards from the community. Their bodyguards were among them. 。The security guard at the building peered inside and saw a photo on the wall, a picture of the male resident with his son. His face instantly turned grim, "That's not right, last night I saw him leave." 。"

"lly, "I almost forgot, Li Qin lives with you."She's not here today, her uncle passed away seven days ago, and it was yesterday.Fu Yan turned her back, took a deep breath, her heart pounding wildly, li...