Chapter 595: It really is him

Chapter 595: Really It Is Him
"Then you hurry up and ask, I will rush to the company in a while, time is a bit tight." Huo Xiwen said.
The security officer agreed, picked up the intercom, and asked his superior to go.
After a while, the security guard put down the walkie-talkie and said to Huo Xiwen: "I'm sorry, miss, our manager said, unless Mr. Chen called to let us do this, we have no right to help you open the door."
"Have you told your manager that I am his girlfriend? Just open the iron door for me, and I have the key on the inside door." Huo Xiwen asked.
"Sayed, but the manager also said that his girlfriend wouldn't work unless you were his wife. Mainly, you don't live here often, so ..." Security explained.
Huo Xiwen didn't wait for him to finish, he waved a bit discouraged: "Okay, okay, you don't have to say it, no matter what, when my boyfriend comes back, I must tell him, you keep me out, no Let me in. "
"This ... Miss, it's not that we won't let you in. This is really because we don't have the right to do so, otherwise you would let Mr. Chen call the management office."
"Call? How can I call him? He has gone abroad and is flying in the sky now." Huo Xiwen said with a bitter face, and said to himself, "What should I do? My important contract fell to his house last night. If not, Send it to the company in time, and I'm in trouble ... "
Talking, she almost cried.
When the security guard saw this, he was afraid that Huo Xiwen would actually sue.
However, he knew that Mr. Chen had a very strong background. It was the developer of this famous mansion, Su Haohao, the owner of the mansion group, who had a good relationship with him.
If it offends him, there is nothing good to eat.
Looking at Mr. Chen's attitude towards his girlfriend last night, it seems to be very good. If she helped her this time, maybe she would say a few words in front of Mr. Chen in the future, she could still get a lot of benefits.
Thinking about it this way, he said to Huo Xiwen again: "Let's do this, I can help you explain the situation to our manager, maybe he will help."
"Then you hurry." Huo Xiwen urged when he saw the play.
The security guard went aside again, picked up his cell phone, and started making phone calls.
A few minutes later, he put away the phone and turned to Huo Xiwen: "Miss, what's your surname?"
"My surname is Huo." Huo Xiwen said.
"This is Miss Huo. I just called the manager and he agreed to help you open the door, but you may have to go to the property office first to help with some formalities, fill in some information, etc." said the security guard.
"No problem, no problem. Where is the property's office? You take me now." Huo Xiwen heard the words and nodded again and again.
The security guard then showed her the way. She followed the direction of the security guard and went to the property's office, filled out a form, provided a copy of her ID card, and signed a document. After completing the formalities, the property manager contacted the locksmith and went to Chen Hangzhuo's house with her.
The iron door outside Chen Hangzhuo's home was an ordinary big lock, and the locksmith opened the lock without much effort.
After entering the iron gate, Huo Xiwen turned to the property and the locksmith and said, "Okay, okay, thank you."
"Miss Huo, then we won't disturb you." The property manager looked at her politely, said.
"Well, you can go." Huo Xiwen smiled and sent them out of the iron gate, and he took out the spare key from under the flowerpot beside the door.
This was the secret she knew from Zhao Wei when she first came to Chen Hangzhuo's house to find him.
Opening the door with the spare key, Huo Xiwen walked into the living room and glanced around. The house was quiet and quiet.
She changed her slippers and lifted her feet and walked straight to the last floor.
In the closet of the second bedroom, I found the cartoon-patterned pajamas she wore here last time, and photographed the style of the pajamas.
And found that the second bedroom was obviously a girl's room, the wardrobe was full of women's clothes, and the toiletries in the bathroom were also women's.
Obviously, this is the room for women.
And this woman is definitely not Vivian.
Vivian, as his girlfriend, should not live in the second bedroom.
So in other words, the owner of this bedroom has another person, and that person, is that the person in her mind?
She rummaged again in the second bedroom, and finally found the clue of the owner of the room in the drawer of the bedside table.
It was a retro photo frame. On the picture inside the frame was a little girl.
The girl stood in front of a European-style villa with two pigtails and a pistol in her hand, which looked cool.
Huo Xiwen recognized the little girl in the photo at a glance. It was not someone else.
The pistol in her hand was not a toy gun, but a Browning pistol of her underworld adoptive father.
The moment he recognized the girl in the photo, Huo Xiwen's hands shook with excitement.
If this room was prepared for Fu Huihui, then don't worry, the identity of Chen Hangzhuo who prepared the bedroom for her is ready.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered a word that Fu Huihui had said to her on the phone.
She once asked her if she had seen Fu Muzhen. Was she frightened?
Before, she didn't quite understand what this meant. She only understood it directly after she saw Fu Muzhen. She should be very surprised.
But now that I want to come, Fu Huihui's meaning is probably to express that she is completely frightened by the fact that she is completely different from the former one.
Although there was indirect evidence to support her guess, she was still a little uneasy.
Picking up the phone, I called Fu Huihui and wanted to confirm with her.
Unfortunately, Fu Huihui's phone was in an unreachable state again, and she could not reach her.
Putting down her mobile phone, she sat idly by the bed, looking at the photo in her hand. The photo was not professional, and the angle was very low. It seemed to be taken from a child's perspective.
Perhaps this photo is probably Fu Muzhen's masterpiece.
She got up and went to the master bedroom on the opposite door, which was Chen Hangzhuo's room.
Pushing in the door, a familiar cologne scent came to the face. It was the fragrance of Chen Hangzhuo's body. It was not too strong but memorable.
The hue in the room is light gray, revealing an indifference of abstinence.
This is indeed the style that Fu Muzhen likes, giving a clean, tidy, and organized feeling.
His face did change, but habits and preferences were difficult to change.
She looked around in the bedroom and found no clues about Fu Muzhen. She knew that she might not find any evidence to prove his identity here.