After running down from the second floor, Song Wenxin ran out of the villa in one breath, and leaned against the corner of the wall to breathe.

Until Shangguan and Jiang Beihan walked out of the villa and left by car, she slowly came out of the corner.

Watching Jiang Beihan's sports car slowly go away, she was relieved and reached out and patted her chest.

She now feels like a thief who has done bad things ...

"Miss Song, why are you standing here?" It happened that a maid came out of the villa and was surprised to see Song Wenxin standing outside in a thin shirt.

"Hehe, bask in the sun ..." Song Wenxin smiled dryly, then raised his finger to the sun above his head.

"By the way, sir asked me to give this to you just now. I'm looking for you." The servant suddenly took out a small folded note and gave it to Song Wenxin.

This is what Mr. left behind before getting on the bus.

Seeing this, Song Wen took it in confusion and opened it.

I saw a clear and powerful handwriting on the note, writing a line.

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-Don't hide in the corner next time.

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"..." Song Wenxin was petrified in place, how did he know she was hiding in the corner?

She had apparently been hiding, but did not expect to be discovered by him.

Song Wenxin suddenly felt that his IQ was greatly despised, and his heart was clogged ...

She rubbed the note into her palm and hurried back to the villa.

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Back on the second floor, Song Wenxin picked up the courier box at the bedroom door.

She was curious, who would send her a courier, and still sent it to the Mid-levels Villa.

Looking at the information sheet on the box, the sender's information was not written on it.

In doubt, she found scissors and opened the box.

Inside the box was a black bag, and it was very familiar.

Song Wenxin took out the bag and found out that this is not the backpack she went out to see Qiao Zezhi yesterday?

She didn't remember much about last night's affairs ... Only vaguely remembered that Jiang Beihan also went to that restaurant, and he brought himself back.

I can't remember exactly where this backpack went.

However, if you think about it, she was drinking with Qiao Zezhi at the time. He should have taken her bag for her.

Then I sent her here ... Although she didn't know, how did Qiao Zezhi know her current address.

After tangling for a while, Song Wenxin opened the bag and looked at it, and found that what he had brought yesterday was completely inside.

She flipped through the bag and took her phone out of it.

When she saw the mobile phone, she was shocked ... it was found that there were many traces on the phone casing ...

How did her cell phone look like this?

And the phone turned off, she pressed the power button, and the phone turned on again.

Song Wenxin found Qiao Zezhi's number from his mobile phone and dialed out.

The bag should have been sent by him. In any case, she also had to thank him, and by the way, asked him for his comments on yesterday's design, so as not to make the finished product later, he was still picky.

The phone dialed, rang a few times, and finally hung up.

Song Wen subconsciously called again, but this time, he even directly reminded that the number you dialed is an empty number ...