Chapter 388

Luo Shihan's tears, after all, did not hold back, such as tearing the sky curtain, Susu and down.

Wet the pillow.

Can she still believe him?

Her eyes, empty.

Finally, my eyes fell on the carved balustrade made of white marble and mahogany.

The railing leads to the quiet upstairs, where the light is unusually dim.

"There's a crazy woman hiding in daddy's bed!"

In Luo Shihan's mind, Zhan Su's trembling voice suddenly rang out.

Luo Shihan was so frightened that she could not sleep any more. She got up and dressed and crept up the stairs.

The secret in the attic not only made Zhan Su nervous, but also made her nervous.

Who is the woman in the attic?

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the layout of buildings in xiangding garden has the characteristics of overlapping classical buildings. So the room was intricate and dimly lit.

Luo Shihan opened the gate facing the rail and closed the door behind his back hand.

This is a small reception hall with a bedroom. The layout of the room is simple. There is a square table with a waist tied in the middle. On the table, there is a set of tea sets, and then there are several expensive red sandalwood carved chairs.

On the left and right walls of the reception hall, there were openings. Luo Shihan went to the door on the right. A narrow wooden door, gently push open. Luo Shihan carefully drilled in.

Inside is a bedroom with ancient wooden furniture of Ming and Qing Dynasties. The color accords with the character of Han hanjue: dark depression.

At first glance, a landing screen covers the scenery behind, and the rest is clear at a glance.

Luo Shihan went to the screen, and his heart was nervous for some reason. His hands were unconsciously clenched into fists.

The hollowed out carved screen, combined with traditional Chinese painting, enjoys both refined and popular tastes. Luo Shihan loves traditional Chinese painting, but at the moment, he is not in the mood of appreciating the painting. He slowly approaches the screen with his breath.

When you get closer, you can see the scene behind the screen.

Behind the screen, there is a cauldron of incense. The ash smells of sandalwood.

On the wall, there is a picture of a man in a huge frame with loose clothes and sexy collarbone. He had a skeleton necklace around his neck.

That pair of charming eyes with a bit lazy and coquettish, such as silk, lying on the bed.

On his body, there is a woman with a sexy back.

It is just a back, it reminds people of the unique words.

Luo Shihan stood in front of the portrait, and saw the soft and drowning eyes in the eyes of men and women, only felt that a heart fell into the endless abyss.

The man in the picture frame, whether it is the delicate face as carved, or the deep and charming peach blossom eyes, as well as the elegant breath that emanates from his whole body, are the same as Zhan hanjue.

Han hanjue, he really has an unusual relationship with other women! And hang the painting on the wall!

Luo Shihan heart throbbing pain, body suddenly staggered, hands quickly supporting incense tripod.

The hot temperature from the censer cauldron made Luo Shihan feel desperate again.

It seems that the smoke from the censer cauldron has never been cut off. This room should have been occupied by people all the time.

Su Su is right. There is a woman in the attic!

Luo Shihan closed her eyes painfully, unwilling to face the secret she found.

But when I close my eyes, some vague pictures appear in my mind. There is also a voice: "Yan Zhengling, I am not worthy of you. Let me go. "

It was the voice of Lord Zhan's pleading.

So real, as if it happened yesterday.

Luo Shi Han opened his eyes, as if the magic Zheng, the whole person was in situ.

What's going on? She never remembers what happened!

Vaguely feel, she seems to have lost some valuable things.

She tried to think about the missing pictures and try to pick them up.

But all of a sudden, her head ached violently, and the whole room whirled before her eyes.

In a trance, the walls begin to move and the pattern of the room begins to change.

Luo Shihan was holding his cracked head and trying to calm himself down.

But the room spun faster and faster in front of her eyes, and finally she had to close her eyes to resist the strong vertigo.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was settled.

There is a narrow hole in the wall...

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