Chapter 557 The Owner of the Bedroom

He wasn't even in the bedroom.

Wen Churan went out to search and finally found the man in the study.

He was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hands.

Wen Churan stepped forward and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back to bed and see you tomorrow."

"I'll be watching for a while." Sheng Shimo smiled and patted her butt. "You go to bed first, I'll be back soon."

Wen Churan was also sleepy, so he yawned and said, "Okay, don't watch too late, I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

After saying that, he turned around and left the study.

As soon as Wen Churan left, Sheng Shimo closed the book in his hand.

I sat on the sofa for a while, not knowing what I was thinking.

After a while, he stood up and left the study, but instead of heading towards Wen Churan's bedroom, he returned to his own bedroom.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by darkness.

With the monochromatic style, you can imagine how indifferent the owner of this bedroom must be.

The unique furnishings also show that person's unique taste.

He was almost certain that a man had lived here.

Because when I opened the closet, it was neatly filled with suits and shirts.

Each piece is made by a famous international designer. Not only is the price high, but it is also a global limited edition. At least there is no identical piece of clothing in China.

Sheng Shimo couldn't imagine what kind of man had lived here.

He should be a man who hides his secrets and kills decisively.

After Sheng Shimo rummaged through the bedroom, all he found were things that only belonged to men.

Finally, he pulled out a cardboard box from under the bed. It didn't even have a lid, but it was filled with all kinds of things.

The owner of this bedroom must have received it as a gift.

There are dolls, pens, shirts, and handmade items.

The strange thing is, according to this kind of man's taste, how can he receive these things that are not even high-end?

Moreover, it was specially packed in the same cardboard box and hidden deep under the bed. It seemed to have become the most precious treasure.

There are also several old postcards in the carton, which are relatively well preserved, but the signs of frequent opening and browsing are too obvious.

Sheng Shimo was not a person who was curious enough to pry into other people's privacy, but the uneasiness he had felt since the amusement park forced him to reach out and pick up one.

When I opened it, I saw that the handwriting inside was not only crooked, but even the sentences were messy and difficult to read.

If it wasn't written by a foreigner, it should be by a child.

It was difficult to read the whole article. The content is very simple. It just wishes the man a happy birthday and then expresses his feelings by the way.

The signature is: Wen Churan.

There is also a cute smiling face drawn next to it.

Seeing these three words, Sheng Shimo's eyes and heart were stung almost at the same time.

I changed the postcard and found that the handwriting inside had become much neater.

The exact same birthday wishes, but the last sentence reads: Countdown to becoming your bride.

The signature is still Wen Churan.

After opening all the postcards, what changed was that the handwriting became more and more beautiful, and the sentences became more and more gorgeous.

What remains unchanged is the affectionate advertisement and the signed name - Wen Churan.

These postcards seem to record the pure love that spanned more than ten years from an ignorant girl to a beautiful girl.

Unrestrained love, filled with excitement and expectation, mixed with a hint of fear and shyness, are all vividly reflected in such words.