In a short period of time, it is certainly unrealistic to describe the content of the novel.

Moreover, after many years, Bi Hongye may not be able to remember it.

Yu Xiuxiu looked at Huo Zhongnan a little deeper, because if Tang Xuning said it well, the experience of the male protagonist in "Wangshan" was the experience of his father Zhao Feng's choice. He was investigating this matter and was always investigating it.

Surprisingly, he did not avoid her.

"I can't remember." Bi Hongye smiled helplessly, "Maybe it's because I don't have the experience of an educated youth. I'm not very interested in this book. I just read it casually and didn't have a deep impression."

Huo Zhongnan: "Do you still have that manuscript?"

Bi Hongye's expression changed slightly.

He looked at him for a moment, shook his head, "No. I'll give it back to him after watching it."

Huo Zhongnan accurately captured the hesitation in his eyes.

"Why don't you think about it?"

Bi Hongye still shook his head.

"Will there be a manuscript on his son's hand?" Huo Zhongnan said, looking at Bi Hongye with a smile, "Xiong Cheng, the child who has lived in your house for several years?"

The smile on Bi Hongye's face quickly cracked.

She looked at Huo Zhongnan, as if she was examining his expression.

Huo Zhongnan also looked at her, not avoiding her, and there was a meaningful smile on the corner of her lips.

Yu Xiuxiu discovered that Bi Hongye's face was a little paler than before.

"Teacher Hongye? What's wrong with you?"

Bi Hongye clenched his fists, pondered for a moment, and suddenly laughed. It was as if there was something in this world that made her feel very ridiculous.

"Have you investigated me?"

Huo Zhongnan: "I just want to find a manuscript and am not interested in Teacher Bi's private affairs."

He looked calm and smiled, not seeing any irony.

But Bi Hongye's lips trembled slightly, but his emotions became a little unstable.

"A few days before he left, he looked for me. At that time, he was very distressed and could not find the direction. Before leaving, he left the manuscript, asked me to read it, and gave him some feedback. But within two days, he had a fierce quarrel with his lover, and left as soon as possible, and before he could even ask me to return it to her."

Huo Zhongnan said in a hint: "Why didn't you say it just now?"

"That's his personal belonging." Bi Hongye glanced open his eyes, "I don't want people to know."

"Where is the manuscript?" Huo Zhongnan asked.

Bi Hongye didn't finish speaking, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it seemed that she could no longer avoid this topic, she sighed quietly.

"My Hostager, take out the box of the hidden paintings and see it."

Yu Xiuxiu was shocked.

"Teacher Hongye? Is this true?"

She didn't expect that the manuscript that Huo Zhongnan had been looking for was in her hands.

However, when she collected the paintings, she opened them and read them, but she did not find any manuscripts.

Bi Hongye met her puzzled gaze, suddenly held her face and her shoulders drooped down dejectedly.

"I'm afraid that Ding Yuejin will turn it out and put it in the mezzanine below."

~

Everyone has secrets.

There are many secrets that I don't want to share with others.

Even the closest person cannot.

Yu Xiuxiu could fully understand Bi Hongye's mood, but she didn't quite understand the inevitable relationship between "My Hostager" and "Looking at the Mountain", and why Bi Hongye was hiding so?

Even if she and Xiong Wenfeng are really childhood sweethearts and have a crush on each other, this doesn't seem to be a big deal worthy of defense.

Everyone is in prison and those who are unwilling to appeal the death penalty, what else can you think about?

"I opened it at that time and found no manuscript."

Huo Zhongnan didn't say anything, but took the painting away and lifted up the mezzanine of the bottom of the box with red silk and cardboard shells.

There is indeed a space inside, with thick handwritten manuscripts.

~

When Miao Rui returned home, Huo Zhongnan had already left.

She went upstairs and slapped the door for a long time and wanted to interrogate it, but Yu Xiuxiu just refused to open it. She was so angry that she went to cook.

Yu Xiuxiu was locked in the room alone, tidying up Bi Hongye's things, as if he was flipping through treasures.

However, after searching through the inventory, there was nothing else to find. When she opened the painting "My Host", she had a different feeling when she opened it to watch it. In the past, she only felt that the color impact was strong, the emotions were rich, and the sense of layering was strong. Now, when she looked at it, she only saw the romantic atmosphere full of paper.

well!

Teacher Hongye.

Yu Xiuxiu held his cheek and couldn't figure it out, so he called Huo Zhongnan again.

"Teacher Hongye is good to Xiong Cheng because Ding Yuejin is not good to her, right?"

Huo Zhongnan: “…”

"say."

"Read novels. Busy."

"Hey, you're too much. The manuscript has been taken away. Shouldn't you explain it to me clearly?"

"I don't know other people's feelings."

"You are annoying! Huo Zhongnan, you are annoying, don't come to me."

"..." Huo Zhongnan sighed, "According to time calculations, at which time Xiong Cheng lived in Bi Hongye Studio, Ding Yuejin had about five, six, seven, eight or nine little lovers."

"Ah!" Yu Xiuxiu's three views were shattered.

"Five, six, twenty-eight or nine? Is he busy?"

Huo Zhongnan pondered for a moment, "At that time, he was younger than now."

Didn’t she say this? She was talking about feelings. Yu Xiuxiu didn’t know why, but after hearing this sentence, she felt that the great devil was so angry.

"What about you, you are younger than him, how many little lovers do you have?"

"Me? Hehe."

This laughter is not conducive to unity.

Yu Xiuxiu gritted his teeth, "Haha, what do you mean?"

Huo Zhongnan: "Under the cruel rule of my wife, I only deserve to have a little lover."

Hee! I felt very sweet in my heart. Although I knew that a man’s mouth was unreliable, Yu Xiuxiu was so easy to coax, and the corners of his mouth were unknowingly raised.

"Okay, then you read the book carefully. I'll go and apologize with my mother. When you finish reading it, I'll give it to me, and I'll read it too."

~

There were a few cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of Huo Zhongnan. His expression was solemn, which made Zhong Lin very nervous.

"Mr. Huo." Zhong Lin added some water to his cup, "It's late at night."

"Yes." Huo Zhongnan didn't raise his head.

The manuscript is sloppy and not suitable for reading. Zhong Lin has a headache when he looks at those words, but Huo Zhongnan has been reading here for a long time and has not moved it.

"It hurts the eyes when you look at it this way. Otherwise, I'll let someone print it out?"

Zhong Lin’s kind advice, but unfortunately, Huo Zhongnan just looked up and gave him a cold look.

"You go down."

"It's okay, I'll be with you." Zhong Lin retreated to the side and sat down, took out his cell phone, and said casually: "Have you told Bi Hongye and Xiong Cheng about it?"

Huo Zhongnan pursed his lips coldly, "No."

Zhong Lin sighed, "That's right. I don't know this bad fate. She has been sentenced to death, so she should spend this period quietly. If she knew, she wouldn't be entangled with guilt until she died."

Huo Zhongnan said with a hint and focused on the manuscript.

Zhong Lin was very chatting, "Then do you want to tell Xiong Yin about her brother and Bi Hongye?"

Huo Zhongnan frowned and glanced at him, "You do such a disgusting thing?"

Zhong Lin:...

Huo Zhongnan snorted, "You should pay more attention to Deng Chunkai's situation."
To be continued...