Ura City.

Yang Nuan almost called Ye Jing over. If Ye Jing hadn't been old in the month and Jiang Han would have stopped him from coming early in the morning, the Fu Xia family would have been in chaos immediately.

She held Yang Nuan, who was jumping up and down.

"If you talk nonsense to me again, don't blame me for next time. Next time, you, Yang Nuan, will you drink after you are in love, and I will not accompany you!"

Ye Jing has been a good child since she was a child. It is useless to ask her for drinking. Yang Nuan wants to drink, but she has to find Fu Xia, and by the way, she will take advantage of Fu Xia’s house for a night.

After hearing this, she didn't dare to make a fuss, but she found that Jiaofu's incident was a big deal.

"You really haven't seen him? Then you have to know what he does, right?"

Fu Xia said he didn't know.

She couldn't help but follow Yang Nuan's words and thought for a while. It seemed that she didn't know anything about Cen Lin.

He never mentioned it, it seemed to be weakening the possibility of this information appearing.

If a person weakens these identity information, then his original intention is not to be recognized.

Fu Xia used to assume that it was because of career inconvenience, but there was another possibility, that is, once this information was said, she could recognize who it was.

Two sentences that were too similar repeatedly sounded in my mind.

"If I could pester her and raise me, I would be willing."

"If Dr. Fu can support me, I'm very willing.

The two sentences were repeatedly entangled in her mind, and even the voice and frequency of her speech became increasingly integrated.

But compared to the sound in my memory, Cen Lin's voice was lower.

Is it a misunderstanding or a connection?

Back in the room, she sat on the sofa and was silent.

Yang Nuan was a little scared. Even if 2201 was not the sweet husband raised by Fu Xia, Fu Xia would not have looked so bad, right?

"Xiaxia, you...ah, can't you do it if I don't mess with you? Don't scare me!"

Fu Xia then remembered that there was someone next to her. When she was in a daze, the elevator tinkled and the man came back.

Fu Xia's mood was turbulent.

Chen Fan didn't notice anything, but felt that there was something strange between Fu Xia and Yang Nuan, especially Fu Xia, who looked at him a few more times.

"What's wrong?" he asked and called them again, "The Babao Porridge is ready, come and have some."

Yang Nuan was a little embarrassed and said a few words to him. Fu Xia hesitated for a second, but said ok again.

"Well, do you have sugar? I want to add some sugar."

Of course Chen Fan had it, so he asked them to come in, gave the rock sugar jar and honey to Fu Xia, and went to the kitchen to process the fresh food he had just bought.

Fu Xia looked at the rock candy in the jar and inexplicably remembered the eight-treasure porridge he made for the first time.

He added yam and said that he was following the blogger's method of Nanzhou Babao Porridge, but when he gave her the soup, he seemed to subconsciously put a few candies for her.

Add sugar.

That person used to like to put sugar in her bowl.

Fu Xia became silent again. Yang Nuan was almost confused by the strange relationship between them and poked Fu Xia several times.

"Xiaxia, why not eat this eight-treasure porridge?"

Fu Xia shook his head, opened the lid of the rice cooker, served himself a bowl, and put two large pieces of rock sugar in it.

Yang Nuan was surprised, "Aren't you afraid of choking?"

Fu Xia didn't make a sound, and sat on the dining table and stirred the candy cubes in the bowl.

The man in the kitchen, halfway through his work, rang, and he answered the phone and went to the study.

"You guys eat first, I have some things to do."

"Okay, okay, you can do it quickly!" Yang Nuan was very polite.

Turning back, she saw Fu Xia still stirring the candy cubes one by one. The sugar was about to melt, so she picked up two more pieces and put them in.

"What's the matter?" Yang Nuan was afraid of her. She urgently needed to find Ye Jing to express her frightened mood.

After she finished drinking the porridge in three sips, her father called her and she found an excuse to leave.

"Fu Xia, I'll contact you again afterwards!"

Dr. Fu is so wrong!

Fu Xia's eight-treasure porridge was melted with candy. She drank it in small sips and found that the man in the study had called a few more times, then typing on the keyboard for a while, and walked out of the door.

"I'll go out in advance."

Before the eight-treasure porridge was finished, Fu Xia stood up and said, "Then I'll go home first."

Chen Fan said no, and looked at her complexion that was not smooth due to drinking, "I still stewed fish soup in the kitchen. Can Dr. Fu help me watch the pot? I'll be back in about an hour."

Fu Xia hesitated for a moment, but glanced at the study room and agreed.

"good."

Chen Fan changed his clothes and went out, and 2201 suddenly became empty.

The young man in the kitchen was slowly simmering fish soup, making a slight whirring sound, and Fu Xia sat at the dining table and thought about it.

No matter what she doubts, it is nothing evidence.

Unless, she finds evidence.

But she couldn't ask Cen Lin to take off her mask. She looked at the study a few times and walked in with her eight-treasure porridge.

The study room was empty, with only a pine wood desk and a laptop computer was placed on it.

The computer stayed on the login interface. Of course, Fu Xia couldn't get in without a password, but she found that there was more than one account in the computer.

If it were normal, how could Fu Xia have moved someone else's computer? But the sounds that could not be circulated in her heart were intertwined, and she couldn't help but open another account.

That account has no password, and the entire account has only one icon on the desktop.

It is a camera record.

Obviously, it is the camera record in front of the door of 2201.

Many people install cameras in front of their homes. This is not surprising, but the strange thing is that the 2201 camera can bring in the corridor in front of Cen Lin and Fu Xiamen.

Fu Xia didn't know what she wanted to watch, but she found the video from last night inexplicably.

At that time, when she returned home drunk, some memories were left with fragments under the invasion of alcohol.

She remembered that yesterday, she bought a night's bed at Cen Lin for 90 yuan, and then gave her bedroom to Yang Nuan, and followed Cen Lin to 2201.

She searched for time and saw this record in the video.

She saw herself leaving her own door, and then Cen Lin also came out of it. On the picture, his face looked helpless and funny.

Fu Xia didn't know what he was laughing at at first, but after a closer look, she found that she was walking in front and holding someone's hand.

Fu Xia paused for a moment, wondering what he was thinking at that time.

She coughed and continued to look back, but she stopped halfway through her walk.

He followed her and asked her what was wrong. She finally let go of her hand and muttered something. Then she turned around and wanted to go back to her home.

He was slightly stunned and said a few words to her patiently. She shook her head, as if she didn't want to rent a bed worth 90 yuan, and went home and made do with the night.

Obviously, she didn't go back. She looked at the picture and saw Cen Lin on the picture that seemed to call her, then lowered her head and leaned closer to her ear.

Fu Xia sat in front of the computer, as if he felt a gust of heat passing by his ears.

She couldn't hear the people in the video talking, and she didn't know what Cen Lin said in her ear.

It seems to be asking.

She looked at herself in the picture and her eyes widened a little. After blinking several times, he gently pulled the broken hair in her ears for her, smiling and waiting for her response.

She nodded several times, took his hand again, and returned to 2201 with him.

Later, Cen Lin came to help her get the key and turn off the lights and lock the door, but she never appeared again. Until this morning, Yang Nuan ran over and knocked on the door to find her.

Fu Xia pulled the video back to the shot where she stopped in the corridor and was about to return.

Cen Lin lowered his head and spoke in her ear. If it weren't for the video, this memory would have been wiped out by alcohol.

But looking at the two people in the camera, the exhausted memories are gradually recovered.

In an instant, she seemed to suddenly remember.

The man said something in her ear.

"I have canned herring, do you want to eat it in Xiaxia?"

Canned herring.

A thing that is so stinky but Fu Xia loves very much, a thing that few people know about her like to eat.
To be continued...