"He is really not afraid of blowing himself up?" Su Yiwan was a little surprised.

Who would load bombs at the door of his house? If it doesn't work well and someone around him betrays it, wouldn't he lose his life at any time? So obviously this Fu Zhixing is very strange.

"Some courageous." Yan Lancang whispered.

This is a simple house, which looks like an ancient courtyard. There are some peach trees planted inside, which look like evil-proofing, and a faint fragrance of flowers comes.

"The fragrance of osmanthus?" Su Yiwan whispered.

Looking along the fragrance of flowers, I found a century-old osmanthus tree standing not far away, with lush branches and leaves covering the roof, but giving people a feeling of majesty.

Su Yiwan took a few glances and was almost fascinated.

"Miss Su, please come inside." Seeing that she stopped moving, the bodyguard hurriedly stepped forward to remind her.

Su Yiwan was called back to her senses by him. Seeing that she had just lost her mind, Yan Lancang asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"I remember my mother liked osmanthus very much before." Su Yiwan said.

This house is called a ghost house, but in fact the light is excellent and the location is good. I don’t feel the legendary gloomy, but instead gives people the feeling of being a home.

The sun shines on the house, warm and warm.

"Come?" Fu Zhixing sat on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper. When he saw Yan Lancang, he was not surprised at all, but just stood up and walked forward.

Su Yiwan looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Come in with me." Fu Zhixing said, and he turned around and walked into the room beside him. There was a secret passage, which was pitch black. After he snapped his fingers, the entire secret chamber became bright.

Yan Lancang walked behind her, and her tall figure seemed to be her backer. In such a secret room, she still gave her a sense of security.

The secret room looked like a study room, and Su Yiwan walked to the sofa and sat down.

Yan Lancang took a pillow and handed it to her back, letting her placing it on her back. He sat beside her, staring at Fu Zhixing coldly with deep black eyes.

The secret room was very quiet, with only the sound of Fu Zhixing turning over things.

With a "hiss", he raised a box from the dark and walked up to him, and placed it on the coffee table.

After opening it, he took a notebook and handed it to Su Yiwan, saying, "Look at this."

"Is this? Real Estate Certificate?" Su Yiwan took it and opened it and found that it was an old real estate certificate, as well as the ownership of the residential land, and the name on it was...

"Su Ziyan?" Su Yiwan was stunned. The name was her mother.

Su Yiwan's hands were trembling. She almost didn't expect that this thing would be handed over from Fu Zhixing.

"To be precise, this house was given to your mother by a man named Fu. If she had not been married then, or if she had not died, maybe this should have been your family." Fu Zhixing said.

Before she came here, she thought about many results.

But the only result was something she did not expect, especially the property certificate, which seemed to have witnessed a heavy history.

Su Yiwan held the property certificate and placed it on the coffee table, and it felt extremely heavy.

"Why tell me this?" Su Yiwan whispered, and she felt mixed emotions inside.

When Fu Zhixing lit a cigarette, his hand holding the lighter was pressed down. Yan Lancang said in a deep voice: "Don't let her smoke second-hand smoke."

"Sorry." Fu Zhixing listened, and quickly crushed the cigarette and threw it aside. He spread his hands, pushed the entire wooden box in front of Su Yiwan, and said, "Look."
Chapter completed!