Chapter 56 Is that your regret?

Is it Jiang Jing?

Shen Boyan was stunned.

Cheng Wenjun hung up the phone and looked at Shen Boyan.

"Xiaoyan," he informed, "we have to go back to our old house."

"Things have spread a bit far...someone in the company already knows that we have entered the police station. My mother wants to ask me something."

Shen Boyan swallowed After saying "What are you taking me with you for?", he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

He also wanted to see Cheng Wenjun's room.

That old admission ticket has always been a lingering question in Shen Boyan's mind.

Why on earth did Cheng Wenjun keep his admission ticket?

He couldn't help but have some associations.

Although it is true that some self-awareness is too strong, once some thoughts pop up, they spread in the mind like a virus and cannot be stopped.

The stories of Jiang Jing, Cheng Shunhao, and Cheng Wenxiu's mother sounded very similar to what he and Cheng Wenjun were going through.

The sudden change of direction, the vigorous pursuit, although the process is different, some key points are very similar.

Could they be related to the 'system'?

Shen Boyan thought of Meng Xinqiao's attitude. He is very calm.

But it was so calm.

Maybe it's because he has known about these things for a long time, but why does he show such a accustomed expression?

Shen Boyan really didn't dare to vouch for it, that expression just meant taking it for granted. But...

but no matter how we deduce time, Cheng Wenxiu came back in time when Shen Boyan agreed to marry Cheng Wenjun.

An engagement is by no means a whim. Cheng Wenjun had made preparations before Cheng Wenxiu arrived.

So Cheng Wenjun actually wanted to marry him. I want to.

Shen Boyan didn't dare to think deeply. But this thought was like honey, making him unable to think about it and unable not to believe it.

Does Cheng Wenjun want to marry him because he is really different from others?

Can he really just be a simple friend?

Even if you can't find the answer you want, at least you have to give up completely.

Shen Boyan turned his head and said to Meng Xinqiao: "You go back first."

Meng Xinqiao nodded, looked at Shen Boyan, and then deliberately looked at Cheng Wenjun: "Then I'll leave first, you two are on your way. Be careful."

Although the words were concerned, Cheng Wenjun obviously didn't want to hear Meng Xinqiao's voice.

His face was very pale, and after all the fuss yesterday, his mental state was obviously in critical condition.

After the driver picked them up, Cheng Wenjun sat in the back seat without saying a word. He was busy with work and without his mobile phone, he could only use the tablet brought by the driver to handle company affairs. His expression kept changing as the characters on the screen kept jumping.

Seeing this wonderful expression, Shen Boyan knew without thinking that Cheng Shunyang must have caused a lot of trouble for him.

The Cheng family's old house still has the same uncomfortable atmosphere as always. Shen Boyan followed Cheng Wenjun into the living room and saw his father, Cheng Shunhao, sitting alone on the sofa in the living room.

Despite his age, Cheng Shunhao's posture is still elegant and upright. But maybe it was because the curtains were tightly drawn and the sun couldn't penetrate, but the face that looked very similar to Cheng Wenjun was just like every time Shen Boyan saw him, strangely gloomy.

Shen Boyan glanced at him one more time.

"Father." Cheng Wenjun greeted him.

Cheng Shunhao nodded slightly.

If it were the real Cheng Wenjun, he would definitely not be so humble to Cheng Shunhao.

I don't know why, Shen Boyan thought like this.

Jiang Jing is not in the living room. She doesn't seem to want to be in the same space as Cheng Shunhao today. When they arrived, she was sitting at the table enjoying her dinner. When he saw Cheng Wenjun, he smiled happily.

"Wenjun, are you here?" She came up to him with a smile, and paused when her eyes touched the plaster on Cheng Wenjun's arm.

"What's going on? Why are you injured like this?"

Jiang Jing frowned and raised her voice: "How could the people around you let you be so seriously injured?"

These words seemed to have scolded Shen Boyan, but Shen Boyan I don't really care.

Cheng Wenjun twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Mom, it's okay. It's really just a broken bone. It just looks scary."

"Then what can we do?" Jiang Jing's frown showed no intention of relaxing, "You still want it?" Work, this is too delayed!" This is true.

Shen Boyan felt harsh. After Jiang Jing finished speaking, she also reacted and smiled awkwardly: "Ah, mom shouldn't have said that. Wenjun, how is the injury?"

"I just put on a plaster." Cheng Wenjun replied, "Mom, I It's okay."

He said it was okay, but his face said something was wrong. Jiang Jing greeted Shen Boyan after some greetings, and ignored Shen Boyan as usual. She said directly to Cheng Wenjun, "Wenjun, come to the study. Mom has something to say to you."

"...Okay." Cheng Wenjun didn't want to talk to Jiang Jing, but He was obviously into the drama. Cheng Wenjun's generous and gentle attitude was so profound that he couldn't say no words every time.

Jiang Jing was very happy and led Cheng Wenjun away. Shen Boyan looked back at Cheng Shunhao in the living room and saw that he was still sitting alone on the sofa. The light from the chandelier was dim and his face could not be illuminated clearly.

Shen Boyan withdrew his gaze, turned around and went upstairs.

He still remembered where Cheng Wenjun's room was, and he found it easily this time.

The door was unlocked and he pushed it open. The appearance of the room was no different from last time. It was still empty, as if no one had lived here.

Shen Boyan paused for a while.

Last time he only looked through the desk. After opening the empty drawers again, Shen Boyan still found nothing new.

In addition to the desk, there is a wardrobe and a small locker in the room. Shen Boyan didn't bother to care that this was the old house of the Cheng family. He opened the closet and searched every corner carefully.

Unfortunately, there was nothing.

Shen Boyan didn't believe in evil and opened the locker again. But the lockers, like the wardrobe, were even more completely empty, not even a speck of dust. very good.

He exhaled and stood there blankly.

I haven't found anything at all, so I would be lying if I said I was willing.

Where else can I hide something?

Shen Boyan thought stubbornly, it's impossible to leave nothing but the admission ticket, right?

He looked around and suddenly spotted the bed in the room.

The headboard of the bed is thick and comfortable. He had seen this type of bed when he was a child. Generally, there would be a storage space at the head of the bed.

Although he felt that there was little hope, Shen Boyan still tried to break it off.

But unexpectedly, the bed head was really opened by him.

Shen Boyan was a little surprised. He pulled hard again, reached his head and looked inside.

It was dark inside, and he could barely make out the outlines of anything. But he glanced around and seemed to see nothing.

Did you find some time again?

Shen Boyan became disappointed.

He had no grace at all and looked inside relentlessly, trying to find some clues about his personal belongings.

But just at this glance, he discovered something.

It was a small black box, lying quietly in the corner, almost blending into the dark shadows, and you couldn't find it unless you looked closer.

Shen Boyan picked up the small box. The box was a bit heavy. He struggled to open the black shell and opened the lid, only to see a broken music box.

The music box is very beautiful, with a small open house under the glass casing. One room and one living room are fully furnished.

With just one glance, Shen Boyan recognized that this was the style of the small house Cheng Wenjun rented himself.

It was the small house he said he liked very much.

But that exquisite music box was broken. Some of the pasted objects inside had their heads broken off, some had their legs broken, some were covered with thick mud, and some of them could no longer see their original appearance. And most of its glass-like shell was broken into pieces, with only a few pieces stuck together by transparent glue.

This is a gift.

It was a broken, miserable-looking gift.

Shen Boyan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and steaming heat rose from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.

Not caring about anything else, he took out the almost completely damaged music box and found a greeting card covered in mud and water from underneath.

The moment he saw the greeting card, Shen Boyan's brain became dizzy.

Above is the familiar handwriting of Cheng Wenjun.

[Classmate Shen Boyan: I wish you a happy 20th birthday. I hope that one day we can all have a warm home! Hope you like it!

Cheng Wenjun^ ^]