Chapter 547

The man looked at his watch: "it's getting late. I should go back."

"OK, I'll see you off."

Shen Zhiyu and the man walked out of the fence side by side. The man put the pudding on the safety seat in the car and helped him fasten his seat belt. Then he stood up straight and faced Shen Zhiyu.

The man is half a head higher than Shen Zhiyu. At this time, he looks down at Shen Zhiyu and says, "Zhiyu, thank you for taking care of the pudding for me. I want to invite you to dinner when I have time, OK?"

Shen Zhiyu's eyes are soft after the lens: "of course."

The man laughed, said a few words, then opened the door, got on the car, waved to Shen Zhiyu through the window, and stepped on the accelerator.

Seeing the VW leave, Shen Zhiyu turns around and locks the fence until it disappears at the corner. Then he walks to the small western style building.

He didn't notice that there was a figure squatting in the Bush opposite. The person was holding the camera, and the camera was always following Shen Zhiyu, snapping and snapping.

A few hours later, the jun family, Xia Beiqing, received an international letter. In a quiet room, there was only a small lamp at the head of the bed, emitting a dim light.

Xia Beiqing is sitting by the bed, facing the French window, covered in the moonlight. He tears open the envelope and takes out a bunch of photos.

There is only one protagonist in all the photos, that is Shen Zhiyu.

There are pictures of him walking out of the gate, watering flowers outside the small western style building with a kettle, coming back with big and small bags after he went to the supermarket, and sending a group of children out.

It's all trivial life, and there's nothing special about it, but it's worth looking back and forth, not even a detail.

In the photo, Shen Zhiyu is dressed in a neat and casual white shirt, with white wrists, straight nose and gold rimmed glasses. His eyes behind the lenses are smiling. He always shows his unique elegance and gentleness when he moves around.

Xia Beiqing gently rubs Shen Zhiyu's face on the photo with his finger pulp, as if he can feel his temperature through the photo.

He continued to look through the rest of the photos. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed and he was attracted by one of them.

In the photo, Shen Zhiyu is leaning against the door frame, holding a baby in her arms. The baby holds a lollipop and sticks out a pink tongue. Saliva comes out from the corner of her lips.

Xia Beiqing wrung his eyebrows hard, then turned back. He saw the picture of Shen Zhiyu, who was supposed to be the only one, but how long had he been a stranger.

The man was wearing a long windbreaker and shaved his head. The outline was deep and cold. He was standing opposite Shen Zhiyu. He didn't know what to say. Shen Zhiyu was leaning in the setting sun, bending his eyebrows and smiling gently.

That smile is extremely dazzling to Xia Beiqing.

Xia Beiqing's hand tightly grasped the photo. His pupils were shrinking inch by inch. In the dark, a hot flame suddenly sprang up, as if to burn the photo.

His face was obviously twisted twice. He threw the photo aside, picked up his mobile phone, dialed the private detective's phone, gritted his teeth and asked: "who is the man in the photo?"

The private detective answered, "the man's name is Wei Heng. He is a single father."

"Wei! Heng Xia Beiqing chewed the name in his mouth, hoping to tear it up.