"What?!"

Wen Shu spat out all the water she had just drunk and said, "You actually have romantic affairs?"

"What romantic affairs! It's romantic disasters!"

When An Xia thought of the scene just now, her brain almost exploded. Where did that man come from? When did he lie beside her?

Was she sleeping so deeply?

If he were an extremely vicious person, he could have killed An Xia without her knowing about it.

The police quickly rushed over to check the crime scene. There was no trace of the window being opened. An Xia lived on the ninth floor, where the door lock was intact and none of the belongings were missing.

"Miss An, did you really see a stranger?" The young policewoman asked suspiciously. Nowadays, there were countless cases of women arguing with and framing their boyfriends. She had no choice but to suspect.

"Of course!"

An Xia was quite sure. She only met people with average faces in her daily life, and anyone who stood out from the crowd would definitely left a deep impression on her.

"An Xia, do you remember what he looks like?" Wen Shu sat beside her and held her hand to calm her down.

"He was very tall with black hair. There is a tear mole under his left eye, and he has a unique mouth. I could draw it roughly." An Xia still had a deep impression, so she took out a book and began to draw.

"Why do I find it familiar?" Wen Shu touched her chin and looked at what she drew. It looked like a male protagonist from a manga. She pondered carefully and suddenly clapped her hands. "I remember now. Isn't this Yu Chen? He ran into some accidents on an archeological mission a month ago! Some time ago, his fans even posted on the Internet to search for him!"

"I know about the archaeology team, but who is Yu Chen?"

"A celebrity?" An Xia was confused.

"Miss An, are you joking with us? Young Master Yu has been missing for a long time. Why would he barge into your room at night?" The policewoman looked at An Xia as if looking at an idiot. Yu Chen's missing was still recorded.

At that time, it was rumored that they had excavated the Jing Fang's Tomb, but the disappearance of the Young Master Yu in the tomb caused quite a stir.

"Yu Chen! Are you stupid? The son of that archaeologist. Do you know about the 'Secret of National Treasure' auction house? That is his industry. Although not a star, he has as many fans as a real celebrity!" Speaking of Yu Chen, Wen Shu's eyes shone, yearning and longing.

"I don't care who he is! He inexplicably slept on my bed, he is a rogue!" An Xia was full of anger. She slammed the pen on the table and looked at them angrily, "Even if he is the Emperor, he can't ignore the laws!"

"An Xia, you are sick." Wen Shu's slender hand covered her forehead, and she said seriously, "You have an illusion. Is it because you are under too much work pressure?"

"I!"

An Xia was furious and simply raised her hand above head, "I swear! Every word I said is true. It can't be more true!"

Seeing her serious attitude, the police could no longer doubt and said, "Miss An, we will continue to investigate. If there is any news, we will inform you."

Was this perfunctory?

An Xia couldn't vent her anger and got up to her room. the Siamese cat that was originally running around the house was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is my cat?" Only then did she realize that she had yet to see the Siamese cat in the morning.

At the same time, a taxi drove past the entrance of the primary school. The driver drove slowly and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time. His facial expression changed quickly, "Is it popular to play a transgender role now?"

The man folded his long legs. He was thin, in a long floral dress with a round collar. It was particularly uncomfortable to wear. His handsome face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it. He did not answer the driver.

Why did that woman have the silk book mark?

He frowned and looked at the rising sun in a trance.

The car continued to move forward.

The driver stopped asking for trouble. When arriving at the Southwater Gulf villa area, he reminded, "132 yuan in total. Welcome to the..."

Before he could finish speaking, he looked back and the latter half of his sentence was stuck in his throat.

"Meow..."

The Siamese cat in a long floral dress, with its claws rubbing against its ears.

...

"Where is the cat? Wen Shu, did you see it?" In the morning, An Xia was like a fly without directions, jumping from the bedroom to the toilet and searching from the toilet to the kitchen, but the Siamese cat, which was supposed to be in the nest, was nowhere to be found.

"Did it sneak out to play? Or did it go back to its original home?"

Wen Shu was also helping. She searched the drawer, cabinet, and even the refrigerator.

"Maybe... maybe." An Xia couldn't hide her depression. She opened the door three times, and it was difficult to notice if a little kitten took the opportunity to slip out.

She glanced at the cat rack she had prepared, and her heart felt empty.

Like a dream, it came and left.

She had originally planned to find its owner and send it home, but now that it had really left, she felt lonely.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! "

There was a knock on the door, but An Xia was not in the mood to care about it. It was Wen Shu who opened the door.

Outside the door, there stood a middle-aged woman in a cheongsam. She, with white and glowing skin, took extremely good care of herself and had an extraordinary bearing.

"Hello, is this An Xia's house?"

"Hmm?"

An Xia came back to her senses and looked towards the source of the voice. She was surprised to see the woman holding the hand of a four or five-year-old boy and asking with a smile.

The little boy wore a short-sleeved shirt and a pair of overalls today. When his eyes met An Xia's, he snorted coldly and looked away arrogantly.

"I am An Xia." An Xia went up and wanted to beat Yu Shuyi up.

Wasn't this the little bastard who bumped into her at the museum that day? He still dared to come to her house!