The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 47

    There have been no fireworks in the festival in Beijing city for several years. Jiang Wenxu is in the empty living room, feeling the world has never been quieter, as if suddenly he is alone. He found that he seemed to have done one of the stupidest things in the world. He had lost his most cherished treasure.

    Jiang Wenxu didn't know where He Zhishu would go, or if he had any new close friends in the past few years. The only thing he knew was the phone number lying in the address book. Now the phone is off there.

    Jiang Wenxu was in a daze and even wondered if He Zhishu was already with the doctor. For the first time he was timid and deliberately resisted those associations. Jiang Wenxu knew very well that if someone dared to touch his He Zhishu, he could do it with a kitchen knife.

    Before I knew it, it was New Year's Day. January 1, 2015. This is the fifteenth year that Jiang Wenxu and He Zhishu have been together. Stumbled to this day, it is hard to tell whether it is the fifteenth year of love or the fifteenth year of acquaintance. I don't know if it's just a relationship or the life of this short person.

    Jiang Wenxu smoked cigarettes all night, and when the sky was slightly bright, he got up, his tall body staggered. Looked at his watch, seven ten ten.

    He called the person in charge of the property management and asked if he could check the latest surveillance. The other side told him that the record within a week was okay.

    Jiang Wenxu's high-end shirt was crumpled and crumpled. He didn't change his clothes. He put on his coat and went out.

    Jiang Wenxu knew that the only thing the community monitoring could find was to see He Zhishu running away. It would be better to call Li Bureau and ask the police station to help. But the subconscious is faint, and he must not check if he is forced.

    Although it is only a week, what should be known will always appear in front of my eyes with all kinds of coincidences.

    It's like the intoxication that appears in the surveillance.

    Jiang Wenxu's heart trembled, and he finally knew that he had made an irreparable mistake. Jiang Wenxu thought that he was so intoxicated and so informed and witty that he couldn't stop violating his personality, but he would take some effort to beat and beat, but he didn't expect to be able to make it like this.

    It was also himself who was annoyed, so that an outsider didn't know what he said to He Zhishu. With his soft temper, he couldn't fight back. It was disdainful to complain, and even his anger might be suppressed to the point of numbness. Jiang Wenxu knew that he had played, but now that he took his heart and killed him in front of He Zhishu, he didn't recognize it. He didn't expect that he would be caught in a big somersault by the gadget he was raising.

    He Zhishu is Jiang Wenxu's bottom line, and no one else can touch it.

    Drunkenly opened the door and looked at the man in front of him, his haggard and thin face suddenly came to life in a few days. The corners of the lips bent obediently and docilely: "Brother Jiang, you are finally here, I miss you." If you

    like someone, you will be happy when you see him, and your grievances and grievances will dissipate in an instant. Of course, you can't see the other person's eyes. The coldness inside, the sharp and indifferent eyebrows at the corners of the eyes.

    Jiang Wenxu walked in, closed the door coldly and looked for shoes for himself.

    "Did you go to He Zhishu?" A sentence that didn't reveal any emotions, but shuddered like a thunder on the ground.