Chapter 944: The secret of the third floor

Coming to the attic on the third floor, the door was half-covered and the dim light showed through.
He pushed open the door and walked in. Fang Yaqing sat on the pink princess hammock, holding a commemorative photo album in his hand, and looked at it seriously.
A lot of things in the room were covered with dust. A big bear rag doll sitting in the corner, a guitar hung on the wall, a grasshopper and a paper kite folded on the table, a purple hourglass in a transparent glass bottle, music Although the ball is covered with dust, you can still see the men and women dancing in it...
In the direction of the southeast corner, the plastic mannequin is covered with a wedding dress, the skirt is decorated with sequins, the lace is delicate and complex, and the outside is covered with a layer of glass to isolate the dust.
Although the style was popular a few years ago, it has been kept intact and looks like new.
Fang Yaqing closed the photo album and looked up at him. The mist under his eyes was crystal clear under the light: "You have kept these intact, you have not forgotten, right?"
Ji Jinchuan stood a mile away, looked at the tears on her face, and moved her lips: "I keep this thing, just thinking, it is your thing that should be handled by you, whether it is thrown or left, you decide."
Fang Yaqing closed the album and touched the tassel on the hammock: "I don't believe you keep these things just to wait for me to come back."
Ji Jinchuan said gently: "I don't need to lie to you."
Fang Yaqing pointed at the wedding dress: "What is this then?"
Ji Jinchuan squeezed his thin lips and lowered his eyebrows into silence.
Fang Yaqing got up and approached him, grabbed his sleeve and looked at his eyes seriously: "You have been waiting for me, right?"
His voice was hoarse and hoarse: "No."
"I don't believe it!" Fang Yaqing's tears whirled, Ming Yan's fat face was flushed with tears, and even more impossible, "You once promised me that when we get married, we design a wedding dress for me personally, and you still love me , Why won't you admit it?"
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After leaving from Qiu Shaoze, Shen Youran drove home, and she entered the living room, with only Aunt Sun and another maid.
The servant stepped forward and took her handbag, she asked, "What about Jinchuan?"
The maid replied: "Upstairs."
Shen Youran went upstairs, and as soon as she entered the last step, she saw Fang Yaqing standing outside Ji Jinchuan's study. She lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
Shen Youran paused for a moment, stepped up to the bedroom, and high heels made a noise in the empty corridor.
Fang Yaqing looked up and saw her from far and near, and she quickly flicked a panic: "Big...Big sister..."
Shen Youran glanced at the closed study, then looked at her: "What is this for?"
Fang Yaqing took a deep breath, calmed the panic in his heart, and twitched his lips: "I have something to do with my brother."
Shen Youran said lightly: "What's the matter? Can I help?"
Fang Yaqing shook his head: "No need."
In the study.
Ji Jinchuan held a cigarette between his two fingertips. The fireworks extinguished the scarlet. Hearing the voices of the two outside, he looked subconsciously towards the door, but the door was closed and he could not see the outside.
He took a deep breath of smoke, and slowly spit out the smoke ring, the smoke wafted his deep black eyes, as if floating in the rootless sea.
In the attic just now, Fang Ya kept chasing him and asked, no matter how he answered, she would not believe it.
Going down from the third floor, she followed him to the study and was shut by him.
He has never been caught in this dilemma.