The moment this thought popped up in my mind, Song Zhiyuan was startled.

Looking at the familiar environment, she relaxed instantly, took the fastest time to remove the white cloth covering the sofa and coffee table and lay down on it.

She is too tired.

Maybe he was recognizing the bed. Although he slept with Ji Yanli for several hours during the day, Song Zhiyuan always felt that he was not asleep.

Now her bones are sour all over her body.

Too lazy to make the bed, Song Zhiyuan took a break for a while, forced herself to go to the bedroom wardrobe to get the bed blanket, and after coming back, she fell asleep.

Half dreaming and half awake, she seemed to see Zhou Qichuan.

Song Zhiyuan subconsciously reached out to grab it, but grabbed Kong. Looking at Kong Kong's hand, she cursed her lips, "It's indeed a dream."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and fell into a nightmare again.

By the sofa, Zhou Qichuan stood there and did not dare to move. He was relieved until he heard Song Zhiyuan's even breathing sound.

Just now, her hand was only a centimeter away from her distance, and she could reach his face.

If he knew it wasn't a dream, this unscrupulous woman would definitely turn against her immediately and let him get out.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qichuan suddenly laughed, looking at Song Zhiyuan sleeping soundly on the sofa, his eyes full of bitterness.

After leaving Ji Yanli's house, he followed her all the way.

Originally, she thought that if Song Zhiyuan bought something from the convenience store downstairs, he would take a look before leaving. Unexpectedly, she entered the community without looking back after getting off the front of the car.

If she looked back, he would not sneak in like a thief at night.

In the past four months, Zhou Qichuan has been here the one who has been there except Xunke.

Compared to No. 1, Xiangmi Mansion, Song Zhiyuan has lived here for a longer time and has left more traces of life.

"Wife, what should I do with you?" Zhou Qichuan sighed lightly, and the hand hanging on her face finally didn't dare to touch it, so he took it back.

After taking a deep look at Song Zhiyuan, Zhou Qichuan took light steps and turned around and left.

He didn't notice that just as he turned around, Song Zhiyuan, who was sleeping, unconsciously shed tears.

In the dream, she returned to the day when Liu Mengyun had an accident. The gloomy night was suffocating.

But this time, Song Zhiyuan did not dream of Liu Mengyun jumping off the cliff, but dreamed that she was holding Zhou Qichuan and talking with her eyes.

The distance was too far, and she couldn't hear what the two of them said, so she only saw Liu Mengyun smiling and walking towards the kitchen.

It seems that I want to cook for them.

Intuition told Song Zhiyuan that this meal cannot be eaten.

She rushed over quickly, pulled Zhou Qichuan's hand, and hurriedly said, "Follow me, hurry!"

"Wife, mom is cooking in the kitchen, it's going to be done soon." Zhou Qichuan smiled gently at her and refused to move.

He was just sitting there casually, but he seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Song Zhiyuan couldn't pull it.

Thinking of the tragedy that would happen later, Song Zhiyuan was so anxious that she almost cried. She shouted at him with red eyes, "Go away!"

"What are you yelling?" Liu Mengyun came out with a plate of fruit and glared at her angrily, "How old is you, why are you still so frivolous? You're almost eating, where are you asking Xiaochuan to go?"

Her abnormal attitude made Song Zhiyuan feel something was wrong.

But she suddenly couldn't speak, opened her mouth and couldn't make any sound.

"Mom is right, hurry up, sit down and prepare for dinner." Zhou Qichuan pulled out his hand and patted Song Zhiyuan's back of his hand with a doting look, "Be good, what's the matter going to talk about when you finish your meal."

Song Zhiyuan couldn't speak, so she could only shake her head desperately, hoping that Zhou Qichuan could understand what she meant.

But he didn't, just smiled and urged her to sit down quickly.

Unable to stop him, Song Zhiyuan sat down in a complicated mood, looking at the exquisite fruit plate in front of him, and was a little dazed.

The fragrance of dishes quickly came from the kitchen, with her favorite spicy dishes and a few sweet dishes, which looked like Zhou Qichuan liked.

Did my mother change her opinion of him

Now?

Song Zhiyuan carefully helped serve the dishes, but still couldn't believe that everything she saw was real.

Just as she was about to pinch herself, Liu Mengyun said, "Don't stand there, give Xiaochuan chopsticks!"

"Oh, okay." Song Zhiyuan came to her senses and quickly handed the chopsticks to Zhou Qichuan.

She was frowning by Bing when the two of them touched their fingers.

This is not like normal body temperature at all.

Before Song Zhiyuan could question it, Liu Mengyun said unhappyly, "Xiaochuan, I know that you young people care about your image, but you should also pay attention to keeping warm. Do you know?"

Zhou Qichuan nodded obediently, "Mom, I know, don't worry."

He said, looking at Song Zhiyuan, his expression slightly changed, "Wife, why are you crying?"

"Why are you crying?" Liu Mengyun also looked over, her eyes that had always been kind and full of heartache. "Have you suffered some grievances outside? Mom will vent your anger for you."

Zhou Qichuan was rushing to wipe her tears and echoed, "Who dares to bully my wife? Are you tired of living!"

Song Zhiyuan sniffed and squeezed out a smile, "It's nothing, I'm so happy to see you."

"Silly kid, I live with Xiaochuan after dinner. Isn't it easy to see my mother?" Liu Mengyun chuckled, picked up a chopstick dish and put it in Song Zhiyuan's bowl...

As he said that, he urged, "Yuan Yuan, eat it quickly, the food will be cold later."

Song Zhiyuan nodded, but her tears fell even harder.

Because she had already clearly realized that everything in front of her was a dream.

Her mother would not talk to Zhou Qichuan so kindly, and the winter in Jinning had long passed.

When she woke up on the sofa, Song Zhiyuan lay on the sofa and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling for a few seconds, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

During the time she was away, other people had come to her family.

In order to determine his thoughts, Song Zhiyuan lifted the blanket and stood up from the sofa and quickly walked into the bedroom.

The cabinet that opened half of the door was the quilt and sheets she neatly folded in before going abroad.

Although she still looked neat, she was sure that someone had touched her.

I leaned closer and smelled it. There was a very new smell of laundry detergent on the sheet. There was a faint woody fragrance on the bedding.

Very familiar with smell.

Thinking of the smell when he woke up just now, a figure suddenly appeared in Song Zhiyuan's mind.

Could it be him?

In order to confirm his guess, Song Zhiyuan did not rush to call the police, but locked the door and left the key in the keyhole, turned off all the lights, and used the mobile phone camera to take pictures of all the places where the pinhole camera might be hidden in the home.

No exceptions.

There are no strange visitors at home.

It’s not a voyeur, and the family’s money has not been lost.

Thinking of the inexplicable and familiar smell, Song Zhiyuan was sure that Zhou Qichuan had been here before.

She clearly changed the apartment password, how did he guess?

Song Zhiyuan sat on the sofa, feeling particularly complicated for a moment.

After a while, she took out her cell phone from her pocket and called Ji Yanli, "Brother, please contact me for all the lock replacement masters who are sending out all the registered locks."

"Yes, I want to change the lock."
Chapter completed!