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

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

Even if they are husband and wife, it is very impolite to look at other people's privacy.

Last time she looked through Huo Yunting's study, she happened to be discovered by Huo Yunting, and was also sarcastic by Huo Yunting's cold words.

Soon, after Xia Chuwei remembered Huo Yunting used her cell phone, chatting with her friends, and blocking and deleting her opposite sex friend, the little hesitation in Xia Chuwei's heart completely dissipated.

She doesn't want to look through other people's privacy, but she doesn't want to be a fool who is kept in the dark.

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

They are all contract information and work documents.

Xia Chuwei was not interested in these things, and she let it go intact.

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 did not achieve much.

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

On the bookshelf, there are various books about finance, many of which are foreign words.

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

She used to go in and out of Huo Yunting's study and knew clearly what books were placed on his bookshelf.

But because the lower left corner of the bookshelf is blocked by the desk and is in the corner, Xia Chuwei has never paid attention to this place.

Xia Chuwei's eyes were slightly condensed, she squatted down and looked carefully.

They are all music scores and books about piano.

Xia Chuwei took them out and flipped them quickly.

Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out.

Xia Chuwei paused and opened the paper.

Xia Chuwei's breathing was instantly suffocated.

This is a portrait of a man with three-dimensional facial features, deep eyebrows and eyes, and his tight thin lips reveal a little coldness.

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 it is now. Instead, he looks a little arrogant.

Xia Chuwei stared at the familiar man in a daze, and her heart hurt.

Broken fragments passed through her mind.

"I can let you draw it, but after you finish it, this painting must be handed over to me."

“It’s pretty good to draw.”

"Where did you paint my portrait last time?"

"Chu Wei, when will I draw another picture for me?"

"No one is allowed to draw any more than me."

"Chuwei, you promised me that you will never be separated from me..."

"Chuwei..."

"Chuwei..."

The layers of sounds kept ringing in her mind like a curse.

Xia Chuwei covered her head and a thin layer of sweat oozed out from her forehead.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sounds suddenly disappeared.

The portrait in front of her was also clenched into layers of folds.

Xia Chuwei was gasping for breath, tears slid from her eyes, scattering the paper.

Xia Chuwei took several deep breaths and barely calmed herself down.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, put the portrait again, and went to look through other items.

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

Xia Chuwei picked up a booklet placed on the top.

When Xia Chuwei opened the booklet, her pupils shrank.

The homepage of the booklet is actually a photo of her and Huo Yunting.


Chapter completed!