Chapter 1304
Wen churan hesitated.
Is it not good to speculate about others at will?
But... Boyce's behavior really baffled her.
Why did he come to the presidential palace unconsciously, and even hide it from the eyes of the guards.
And... He lied.
After so many things, Wen churan gradually realized that he could not trust a person completely.
What's more, I'm still a person I haven't known for a long time. I should be more vigilant.
Thinking of this, Wen churan pushed open a door in front of her.
With a creak, the gears of time turned, and everything seemed to go back a long time ago.
The gray pattern, simple but elegant furnishings, the flourishing ink bedroom remains the same and has never changed. Even half opened books are placed on the desk, as if it is still inhabited here.
Wen churan's heart was hurt and his steps became heavy.
It is full of his breath, as well as the memories of him and her, crying, laughing, happy and sad.
Wen churan went to the desk and picked up the half turned book, which is the favorite philosophy book of ink in its heyday. She always stopped. I still remember that there were many such books in his study in city B. she tried to turn over several books. Every time she saw the first page, she fell asleep.
Later, I don't know when he put several comic books on his bookshelf, which should be specially for her to read.
Looking back on the past, Wen churan found that he was no longer sad and could only sigh.
She put the book down and suddenly felt something wrong.
Although servants disturb the bedroom every day, no one can move the books and documents of Sheng Shimo, so some ash falls on the books.
This half turned book left her handprint because she picked it up, but next to her handprint, there was another handprint!
Wen churan immediately approached to observe. Obviously, this is not her handprint, because it is much larger than her hand.
Like... A man's hand!
Who moved the book?! Who dares to break into Shengshi Mo's study?!
Wen churan's heart suddenly picked up.
At this moment, she can finally determine that there is a problem in Sheng Shimo's bedroom.
She wandered around, even around the corner, but she still didn't find any clues.
Suddenly, Wen churan had a bold assumption in her heart, and she began to explore everything in the bedroom one by one.
Finally, she picked up the mural on the wall and found that there was an insignificant button behind the mural. She pressed it down and heard a loud noise. The wall in front of her was pushed away slowly to both sides, and an entrance for two or three people to pass through appeared.
Wen churan boldly went in and groped down a steep ladder in the dark. Then, the voice control lamp suddenly lit up because of her footsteps, and a long and narrow corridor appeared in front of her. At a glance, it seemed boundless.
This feeling... So familiar.
She remembered that in Shengjia villa in city B, Sheng Shimo also dug such a secret road and underground palace in his bedroom.
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a prosperous ink. I like to beat these things in my bedroom.
After walking for several minutes, I went up another ladder. At last, it was the end. What appeared in front of me was a door.
Is it not good to speculate about others at will?
But... Boyce's behavior really baffled her.
Why did he come to the presidential palace unconsciously, and even hide it from the eyes of the guards.
And... He lied.
After so many things, Wen churan gradually realized that he could not trust a person completely.
What's more, I'm still a person I haven't known for a long time. I should be more vigilant.
Thinking of this, Wen churan pushed open a door in front of her.
With a creak, the gears of time turned, and everything seemed to go back a long time ago.
The gray pattern, simple but elegant furnishings, the flourishing ink bedroom remains the same and has never changed. Even half opened books are placed on the desk, as if it is still inhabited here.
Wen churan's heart was hurt and his steps became heavy.
It is full of his breath, as well as the memories of him and her, crying, laughing, happy and sad.
Wen churan went to the desk and picked up the half turned book, which is the favorite philosophy book of ink in its heyday. She always stopped. I still remember that there were many such books in his study in city B. she tried to turn over several books. Every time she saw the first page, she fell asleep.
Later, I don't know when he put several comic books on his bookshelf, which should be specially for her to read.
Looking back on the past, Wen churan found that he was no longer sad and could only sigh.
She put the book down and suddenly felt something wrong.
Although servants disturb the bedroom every day, no one can move the books and documents of Sheng Shimo, so some ash falls on the books.
This half turned book left her handprint because she picked it up, but next to her handprint, there was another handprint!
Wen churan immediately approached to observe. Obviously, this is not her handprint, because it is much larger than her hand.
Like... A man's hand!
Who moved the book?! Who dares to break into Shengshi Mo's study?!
Wen churan's heart suddenly picked up.
At this moment, she can finally determine that there is a problem in Sheng Shimo's bedroom.
She wandered around, even around the corner, but she still didn't find any clues.
Suddenly, Wen churan had a bold assumption in her heart, and she began to explore everything in the bedroom one by one.
Finally, she picked up the mural on the wall and found that there was an insignificant button behind the mural. She pressed it down and heard a loud noise. The wall in front of her was pushed away slowly to both sides, and an entrance for two or three people to pass through appeared.
Wen churan boldly went in and groped down a steep ladder in the dark. Then, the voice control lamp suddenly lit up because of her footsteps, and a long and narrow corridor appeared in front of her. At a glance, it seemed boundless.
This feeling... So familiar.
She remembered that in Shengjia villa in city B, Sheng Shimo also dug such a secret road and underground palace in his bedroom.
Sure enough, it is worthy of being a prosperous ink. I like to beat these things in my bedroom.
After walking for several minutes, I went up another ladder. At last, it was the end. What appeared in front of me was a door.