"Then hurry up and ask. I still have to go to the company in a while, time is a bit tight." Huo Xi Wen said.

The security guard answered and picked up the walkie-talkie, asking for instructions from his superior.

Not long later, the security guard put down the walkie-talkie and said to Huo Xiwen, "My apologies, Miss. Our manager said that we have no right to open this door for you unless Mr. Chen calls and tells us to do so."

"Did you tell your manager that I’m his girlfriend? Just open the iron gate outside for me. I have the key inside. " Huo Xiwen asked.

"Yes, but the manager also said that a girlfriend won’t do, unless you’re his wife. "The main reason is that you don’t live here often, so ..." The security guard explained.

Huo XIwen didn’t wait for him to finish and waved his hand in frustration, "Alright, alright, stop talking. Forget it, when my boyfriend comes back, I must tell him. You guys shut me out and don’t let me in."

"This... "Miss, it’s not that we don’t want you to enter, but we really don’t have the right to do so. Why don’t you ask Mr. Chen to call the management office?"

"Call? How do I fight? He’s out of the country and he’s flying in the sky right now. " With a bitter face, Huo Xi Wen said to himself: "What do we do? "I left my important contract at his house last night. If I don’t deliver it to the company in time, I’ll be in big trouble ..."

As she spoke, she was on the verge of tears.

When the security guard saw this, he was a little afraid that Huo XIwen would actually complain.

He knew that this Mr. Chen had an incredible background. He was the developer of this famous residence, and the owner of this company, Su Chen Hao, had a good relationship with him.

If they offended him, then it wouldn’t end well.

It seemed that Mr Chen treated his girlfriend very well last night. If he helped her this time, perhaps she would be able to speak out in front of Mr Chen in the future and reap a lot of benefits.

After thinking about this, he said to Huo Xi Wen, "How about this, I’ll help you explain the situation to our manager. Maybe he’ll help."

"Then hurry up." Huo Xiwen saw that there was hope, so she urged him.

The security guard then moved to the side, picked up his cell phone and began to make calls.

A few minutes later, he put away his phone, turned around and walked in front of Huo XIwen, "Miss, what is your surname?"

"My surname is Huo." Huo Xi Wen said.

"It’s like this, Miss Huo. I’ve just called the manager and he agreed to open the door for you, but you may have to go to the property office first to help with some formalities and fill out some information." The security guard said.

"No problem, no problem." Where is the real estate office? Take me there now. " Hearing this, Huo XIwen nodded repeatedly.

The security guard then pointed the way for her, and she followed the direction he pointed to and went to the property office. She filled out a form inside the office, provided a copy of her ID card, signed a document, and went through the formalities. The property manager contacted the locksmith, and together they went to Chen Yanzhuo’s home.

The iron gate outside Chen Yanzhuo’s house was an ordinary lock, and it didn’t take much effort for the locksmith to unlock it.

Entering the iron gate, Huo XIwen turned around and said to the property owner and locksmith, "Okay, okay, thank you."

"Miss Huo, we won’t disturb you then." The property manager politely looked at her.

"Mm, you guys can go." Huo XIwen smiled as he sent them out of the metal door, then took out the spare key from under the flowerpot beside the door.

This was the first time she came to Chen Yanzhuo’s house to find him, and she knew this secret from Zhao Wei.

Huo XIwen opened the door with the spare key and walked into the living room. He looked around and found that the clean and tidy house was completely silent.

She changed out of her slippers and headed upstairs to the second bedroom.

In the closet of the second bedroom, she found the cartoon pajamas she had worn here last time and photographed the style of the pajamas.

He also found out that the second bedroom was clearly a girl’s room. The closet was full of ladies’ clothes, and the toiletries in the bathroom were also all ladies’.

Clearly, this was a room specially prepared for women.

And this woman was definitely not Vivian.

As his girlfriend, Vivian shouldn’t be living in the second bedroom.

In other words, the owner of this bedroom was someone else, and that person was the person in her mind?

She rummaged around in the second bedroom and finally found a clue to the owner of the room in the drawer of the bedside table.

It was a retro picture frame. Inside the frame, there was a little girl.

The girl was standing in front of a European villa with two pigtails and a gun in her hand. She looked very cool.

Huo XIwen immediately recognized the little girl in the photo. It was none other than the underworld’s daughter, Fu Huihui.

The pistol in her hand was not a toy gun, but the Browning pistol of her patrician foster father.

The moment he recognized the girl in the photo, Huo XIwen’s hands began to tremble with excitement.

If this room was prepared for Fu Huihui, then the identity of Chen Yanzhuo, who prepared this bedroom for her, was obvious.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered something Fu Huihui had said to her on the phone.

She had once asked her if she had seen Fu Muyun and was shocked.

Previously, she didn’t really understand what these words meant, but it was directly understood to be a very pleasantly surprised expression when she saw Fu Muyun.

But now that she thought about it, Fu Hui’s intention was probably to express that the current Fu Muyun and the previous Fu Muyun had become two completely different people, which was why she was frightened.

Although she already had circumstantial evidence to prove her guess, she was still worried.

He picked up his cell phone and dialed Fu Hui’s number, wanting to confirm something with her.

Unfortunately, Fu Huihui’s phone was once again unable to be connected. She was unable to contact him.

After putting down the phone, she sat on the bed in a daze. Her eyes were focused on the photo in her hands. The photo was taken unprofessionally and from a low angle. It seemed to have been taken from a child’s perspective.

Perhaps, this photo was Fu Yun’s masterpiece in the first place.

She got up and went to the master bedroom on the other side of the door. That was Chen Yanzhuo’s room.

He pushed the door open and entered the room. A familiar scent of cologne blew across his face. It was the scent of Chen Yanzhuo’s perfume. It wasn’t strong, but it was deeply etched in his memory.

The colors in the room were a light gray, giving off a kind of abstinence and indifference.

This was indeed a style that Fu Muyun liked. It gave people a feeling of cleanliness, neatness, and order.

His face had changed, but his habits and preferences were hard to change.

She looked around the bedroom, but didn’t find any clues regarding Fu Muyun. She knew that perhaps she wouldn’t be able to find any proof of his identity here.