Chapter 760 6027

There were his clothes and women's clothes, one on each side, all neatly hung. His clothes were all complete sets, from coats, shirts, to pants, and his uniforms, all ironed very straight, almost without any creases.

This was clearly a couple's room. Although there were no wedding photos, everything here belonged to two people, not just him.

He opened the other cabinets, which were filled with other small things. There was also a compartment with a notebook. He took out the notebook. Who would put the notebook here? Was it hers?

But why was it put here instead of somewhere else.

He touched it and didn't drop anything. The notebook was silver and very light. There was no such style in China. It should be a military product from a foreign country. It not only had high configuration but also good performance.

And when he held it in his hand, he would have a sense of familiarity, as if it was originally his thing.

He put the notebook on the table and opened it. The notebook had a password, but he didn't know what the password was.

He tapped the desktop with his finger on the table, and then entered the password according to his previous habits. It was wrong.

He entered it several times in a row, but it was wrong.

It was not these, so the password was.

Suddenly, a string of numbers appeared in his mind, but he didn't know where this string of numbers came from, 6027.

He bent his fingers and also counted these four numbers, and then pressed enter.

With a click, the computer screen lit up, and he placed his fingers on the keyboard and swiped it lightly. This password was any password he had never used before, but he couldn't remember how he knew this password.

He began to flip through the things in the computer. Sure enough, this notebook was his, so most of it was in his previous habits, which disk the data was placed in, which disk the files were placed in, and the contents inside were all based on his habits. There was no unfamiliarity, and he had used these habits for more than ten years. His temperament has always been like this, and he also follows them rigorously.

He opened another system disk. There was nothing else in it, but there was a file that looked very large. Usually, he would not put anything in this system disk, but the things that could be put here were usually extremely important to him.

He clicked it, but found that there was no information, no files, and no important things he recorded. It was all a photo, and it was all a woman.

There was a time under each photo. At first, there were some scenery from various places. The photos slowly turned down, and then there began to be people. This was his shooting technique, so the photos were taken by him.

And there was a woman in the photo. After a few more photos, there was already him on it. He suddenly smiled, then was stunned, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the corner of his lips.

Can Lu Yi still smile like this?

Yes, but it was indeed him. He was Lu Jin's only child, an only child, born in the era of family planning, so he didn't have any brothers or sisters. The person in the photo was him. In the photo, there was his interaction with the beautiful woman. He tied her Anqi belt and helped her tie her shoelaces.

Photos of her unhappy, photos of her smiling, photos of them going to different places, and selfies that women sometimes left behind, recording the change of every season.

Later, the style changed. This was not his style, but someone else's. However, it should be taken by the same person as the previous selfies.

The photos were pulled down again. At this time, they were all selfies of a woman, recording her time and all her wonderful moments.

The last few photos were updated recently. She was standing on the podium, with people of all skin colors below, and she was holding a little golden man in her hand.

Her smile was simple, but dazzling.

She won the International Film Queen Award.

Suddenly, Lu Yi felt his nose sour, and there was an indescribable faint swelling and pain in his heart. He put his hand on his chest, not knowing where these feelings came from.

Obviously, he had no memory.

He sat down, his fingers still on the computer screen, gently swiping across.

This woman is very beautiful, very delicate, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. If someone had told him before that he was married to an overly beautiful woman, he would not have believed it.

He knew his own character. He was not a qualified boyfriend. He was very busy, and he was not very romantic. No woman would like his hard-as-stone character.

And he thought he would marry a mediocre woman in the future, and her profession would be a teacher or a doctor. After all, these two professions were suitable for him, the same rules and regulations, the same nine-to-five work.

However, he did not expect that he would marry a woman named Yan Huan.

Yan Huan, his fingers gently wrote two words on the phone screen.

She is very famous, an international film queen. A few minutes ago, she was also on the hot search list.

She was named an international film queen internationally, and was once again selected as the most popular actress in China and the fifth most beautiful face in Asia.

And her birthday.

Birthday, June 27.

Age: 26.

Married: married.

Husband, Lu Yi, died in a flood.

Lu Yi touched his face. He died in a flood. Did he die like this? Then, he is not September. He has never been September. As for whether Sun Yuhan made a mistake or lied to him,

there is no point in pursuing it.

He is Lu Yi, not September.

And now, he still has a lot of things to do. His identity information also needs to be re-processed because he is now a dead person. He also has to report to the procuratorate. I just don’t know if his position has been replaced. However, if the Lord replaces him, it should not be, after all, his work ability is very outstanding. I believe that no one is willing to remember him leaving that position.

Knock, he knocked on the door, and soon after, a voice came from inside to invite him in.

He turned the door handle and opened the door. Sun Yuhan was lying on the bed, not asleep.

"Jiuyue..." She sat up quickly, with a spark of surprise in her eyes. She still liked to call him Jiuyue, because Jiuyue belonged to her alone, but Lu Yi belonged to many people.

Lu Yi walked over, sat beside her, and pulled the quilt over her.