She had been to Huo Yunting's study many times.

Xia Chuwei stood at the door and hesitated for a few seconds.

Even if they are a couple, it is very impolite to look through other people's privacy.

The last time she looked through Huo Yunting's study, she happened to be discovered by Huo Yunting, and was ridiculed by Huo Yunting with cold words.

Soon, when Xia Chuwei remembered that Huo Yunting took her mobile phone, chatted with her friends, and blocked and deleted her friends of the opposite sex, the hesitation in Xia Chuwei's heart completely dissipated.

She didn't want to look into other people's privacy, but she didn't want to be a fool who was kept in the dark.

Walking to Huo Yunting's desk, Xia Chuwei looked through the documents placed on the table.

They are all contract information and work documents.

Xia Chuwei had no interest in these things and put them down unchanged.

Then, she opened Huo Yunting's drawer.

There are also various confidential documents in the drawer.

After searching for more than half an hour, Xia Chuwei didn't make much gains.

Just as she was about to leave, Xia Chuwei's eyes fell on the entire wall of bookshelves behind the desk.

On the bookshelf, there are various books about finance and economics, many of which are in foreign languages.

Xia Chuwei's eyes moved slightly and she suddenly discovered that there were some music scores placed in the lower left corner of the bookshelf.

She had often been in Huo Yunting's study before, and she already knew exactly what books were on his bookshelves.

But because the lower left corner of the bookshelf was blocked by the desk and was the corner, Xia Chuwei never paid attention to it.

Xia Chuwei's eyes narrowed slightly, she knelt down and looked carefully.

They are all music scores and books about piano.

Xia Chuwei took them out and flipped through them quickly.

Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out.

Xia Chuwei made a move and opened the paper.

Xia Chuwei's breath was instantly suffocated.

This is a portrait. The man has three-dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows and thin lips, showing a bit of indifference.

The protagonist of this painting is none other than her husband, Huo Yunting.

Compared with now, the man in the painting looks younger, and his eyes are not as deep and unpredictable as now, but he looks a bit arrogant.

Xia Chuwei stared blankly at the familiar man, her heart aching.

Broken fragments passed through her mind.

"I can let you paint, but after you finish painting, the painting must be handed over to me."

"The painting is pretty good."

"Where's that portrait you painted of me last time?"

"Chuwei, when will you draw me another picture?"

"Besides me, no one else is allowed to draw in the future."

"Chu Wei, you promised me that you would never be separated from me..."

"Chu Wei..."

"Chu Wei..."

Layers of sounds, like a curse, kept ringing in her head.

Xia Chuwei covered her head, a thin layer of sweat dripping from her forehead.

I don't know how long it took, but those voices suddenly disappeared.

The portrait in front of her was also wrinkled in layers.

Xia Chuwei gasped for air, tears fell from her eyes and covered the paper.

Xia Chuwei took several deep breaths and forced herself to calm down.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, put the portrait away again, and looked at other items.

The bookshelf has a lot of space. Perhaps because most of the books and music scores were taken out, Xia Chuwei actually saw that there were still some items stacked on the inside of the bookshelf.

Xia Chuwei picked up a pamphlet placed at the top.

Opening the booklet, Xia Chuwei's pupils shrank.

The front page of the booklet was actually a photo of her and Huo Yunting.


Chapter completed!