Although, what she sang was not the opera in the oral confession of the two old people, but the popular song of that era.


    Maybe it''s because the two old people haven''t heard this song, and her tone is quite sharp. At first glance, it really has half the meaning.


    However, although this song is not terrible, the tone with a sense of time and the atmosphere in the window are full of a sense of shivering in the quiet night.


    Listening to her singing over and over again, the two people in the car couldn''t help looking at each other.


    This is the one who didn''t run away.


    "Boss, what shall we do now?"


    Xiang Xing pressed soft waxy''s voice very low, leaned close to Wu Chen''s ear, and asked in a small voice, "do you want to catch her directly, or?"


    "... that''s Fang Qiao''s house. How do you go in and catch her?"


    Wu Chen squinted at the little guy silently and shook his head slightly. "Do you want a microblog hot search of ''breaking into a female star''s boudoir late at night'' the next day?"


    "... ah."


    Xiang Xing was stunned.


    I couldn''t help but draw the corners of my mouth awkwardly and scratched the back of my head with a dry smile, "Oh, too."


    What should I do.


    She deflated her small mouth depressed and talked silently in her heart.


    The voice was heard by the man on the other side.


    The next second, the little guy suddenly felt his slender big hand and suddenly attacked his face door.


    Then, her forehead was proudly bent by the man and tapped gently.


    "I didn''t bring you here to see the big villa and eat the golden arch."


    Wu Chen showed a helpless deep hoarse voice and suddenly sounded in her ear, "use your spirit to see what clues you can find here except that woman."


    "... okay."


    Xiang Xing sadly rubbed his head and obediently continued to turn to the direction of the villa.


    He stared at the villa from top to bottom and from left to right.


    At first glance, I didn''t find anything.


    However, as the songs of the cheongsam woman circulated more and more times, she also vaguely felt that the whole villa began to change slowly.


    First, the as like as two peas, and the windows were from the upstairs to the downstairs.


    The inside is also gradually graceful, but in different forms.


    Some of the shadows looked like servants at work, while others were in straight suits, military uniforms, or just like the woman, wearing very graceful and close fitting gorgeous cheongsam and different hairstyles.


    We had a good time talking with each other.


    As if the villa was a salon favored by the most high-class people in that era.


    Look, even the appearance of the villa has gradually changed.


    It became like the blurred projection seen by Xiang Xing in the photo, and became the most fashionable western architecture of that era.


    Such changes, as if time and space overlap, came into the little guy''s eyes.


    Even gradually, she looked a little crazy.


    As if the soul had to be sucked by the blurred atmosphere.


    Just when she felt that she was about to sink, but she couldn''t extricate herself.


    The girl suddenly felt another knock pain on her forehead.


    "Come back."


    Cold, but with an inexplicable bewitching force, the words suddenly disappeared into Xiang Xing''s eardrum.


    It made her instantly return to her mind. She couldn''t help rubbing her soft eyes and shaking her head.