The bed sheets with deep sea blue gold threads hang down under the bed, and the light coming from the window reflects on the ground and is reflected on the gift box on the carpet.
Yun Xiao picked up the diary and put it on the bedside table. Then he leaned down and took out the gift boxes one by one.
The dust-covered boxes come in different sizes and colors, eleven in total after counting. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust off his face, and found that there was a number on the lid of the gift box.
18, 19... until the number 25 stops, the remaining three are unlabeled.
At a glance, he understood that these were birthday gifts given to him by Tang Ling, from when he graduated at the age of eighteen and went abroad to his twenty-fifth birthday, which he had not celebrated yet this year.
The remaining three should all be three-year wedding anniversaries.
Yun Xiao's eyes rested on his birthday gift this year, the box marked with the number 25. He leaned against the bed, put the gift box on his lap, opened the lid, and the musty smell hit his nostrils.
It was the dry, musty smell he smelled when he entered the room.
What fell into my eyes was the familiar little brocade box of Zuo's jewelry, with withered yellow and pink petals piled around it, and a small greeting card attached.
There are only four words on the greeting card.
[eternal love. ]
In the small brocade box were the tulip cufflinks he had seen before, so these dead petals were all tulips.
Therefore, the flowers on the ground and the pair of cufflinks were all birthday gifts from Tang Ling to him.
"Tang Ling, I believe all your lies." Yun Xiao smiled bitterly, and the two cufflinks in his palms shone brightly.
The tulips planted in their garden are of course theirs.
It was he who destroyed all Tang Ling's thoughts.
Xiang Chen, who couldn't find Mr. Yun in the Yun Group, turned to several places. In the end, he really didn't expect Mr. Yun to be at Yuyuan.
Mr. Yun has not been back here since last time Mr. Tang had an accident.
Xiang Chen saw Mr. Yun sitting on the ground lonely and sad, with boxes piled around him.
"Mr. Yun, are you okay?" Xiang Chen asked worriedly.
Mr. Yun took out his mobile phone in front of him and pressed the screen skillfully. He saw that it was Mr. Tang's phone number.
A robotic female customer service voice came from the phone: "Sorry, the number you dialed is unavailable. Please check before dialing."
"Xiang Chen, Tang Ling has changed his number." Yun Xiao's tone was low and his eyes were empty.
This is not the case, because the number has become empty due to the long downtime.
This is not the first time Mr. Yun has behaved strangely. The last time he stayed in the sea area where Mr. Tang’s accident occurred a month ago was for several nights. He bought the land there and spent several times the manpower to find it. .
Xiang Chen frowned and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yun, Mr. Tang is dead."
He came over today. It was the Tang family who unilaterally proposed to terminate the relationship between the two families and forced them to divorce. The two families would no longer have any intersection.
Mr. Tang's move to sway the entire city of Z will inevitably be known to the whole city tonight. At this point, the relationship between the two families will no longer be what it used to be.
"Shut up," Yun Xiao's eyes became sharp, and he looked at the cufflinks in his palms and gradually became gentle, "He has even prepared my birthday gift."
Xiang Chen on the side couldn't read anymore and put the documents he brought on the table.
"Mr. Yun, I've left the Tang family's agreement to terminate the contract here. I asked you to go back to Xuanhua Chun Villa tonight. I'll wait for you in the car."
After finishing speaking, Xiang Chen straightened up and left the bedroom.