Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Lu Qiao thought for a while, gritted his teeth, picked up the key of the apartment and left the office.

Anyway, I heard from Xiaochi that Huo Yan's little girlfriend has been discharged from the hospital. At this moment, the two of them are probably in the love nest they built together. There must be no one in the apartment, so she went to change clothes and take the luggage away by the way. , it shouldn't matter.

Anyway, he doesn't like her, and he finds anything related to her an eyesore, so she will go and take it away, just to make him quiet.

Lu Qiao thought so, and walked to the apartment without knowing it.

Huo Yan's apartment door lock is a combination lock and key lock.

Lu Qiao entered the password first, and the whole screen buzzed and turned red, and a cold female voice said: "The password is wrong, please enter the correct password."

Lu Qiao sighed, Huo Yan really changed the password to open the door.

Fortunately, she still had the key in her hand. She successfully turned the lock with the key and opened the door. There was darkness inside...

Lu Qiao went in and turned on the light.

The lights illuminated the interior, but there was no one in the room, and the cool-toned decoration made the house feel cold and unpopular.

Huo Yan was indeed not in the apartment, while Lu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, he felt inexplicably disappointed.

He's not in the apartment, he must be in their villa with Wen Ran now.

The little girlfriend was finally discharged from the hospital, and finally able to live in the world of two people. At this time, she must be deeply affectionate and lingering...

Lu Qiao bit the tip of her tongue hard to prevent herself from thinking again.

You won’t get what doesn’t belong to you no matter what, it’s useless to think too much, it’s better to learn to let it go quickly.

Don't be obsessed with obsession, don't think about what you shouldn't think...

Lu Qiao suppressed his emotions and walked through the living room to the guest room to find his suitcase.

The room was empty, not even a hanger.

Opening the closet, it was as empty as the room.

Lu Qiaodai frowned.

Thinking of the dispute with Huo Yan that day, he wouldn't throw her suitcase out in a fit of anger.

I searched the entire guest room, including the living room, but couldn't find anything related to her.

Frustrated, Lu Qiao took a glass of warm water for herself, and took a few sips. She looked down at the shirt on her body. The wet part had dried completely and was no longer transparent, except for a puddle of suspicious yellow stains. I can't see people anymore.

Why don't you just dress like this and go home and change?
Lu Qiao threw the used disposable paper cups into the trash can to destroy the body, and turned around to leave.

Passing through a room dedicated to storing sundries, her footsteps stopped suddenly, maybe her things were collected here.

Lu Qiao thought for a while, but reached out and pushed the door.

After a while, without pushing it, I found that the door was locked and could only be opened with a key.

Lu Qiao took the set of spare keys from the apartment and tried two, and found the corresponding one.

Open it, unexpectedly, there are not many things piled up inside, it is very neatly organized, standing at the door and sweeping over, you can see exactly what is inside.

In addition to the mop and broom for cleaning the room, some professional textbooks from school, not particularly important documents, and the like, there are two suitcases.

But none of them were the ones that Lu Qiao brought when he moved in.

These two suitcases are of the same style, but the colors are different. They look like lovers' suitcases. Lu Qiao somehow feels familiar.

I looked at it carefully, but I couldn't remember when I saw it.