Mr. Perfect Makeover

Wu Xin frowned suddenly, "But didn't their old man say that no one can go up?"

Xiao Rufeng sneered, "If their father was alive, he would definitely choose you as their son-in-law."

"You!" Wu Xin glared suddenly.

"Ask me one last time, will you go up or not?" Xiao Rufeng climbed three steps in a row, with a wanton arc on the corner of his mouth.

No, if Wu Xin could hold back a little bit, he should have thrown out these three words firmly, but, "Go." After saying this answer, Wu Xin silently despised himself in his heart.

Now that the two reached a consensus, they quickly reached the third floor.

The decoration of the aisle is still similar to the last time I saw it, but it is a little gray for some reason, it seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time.

"Strange!" Wu Xin said lightly.

"Why is it so strange?" Xiao Rufeng stretched out his index finger and stroked lightly on the wooden stairs leading to the top floor. His clean fingertips were immediately stained with dust. Stop and go up.

"Did Zhang Li die last night?" Wu Xin suddenly asked while following closely.

"That's right." Xiao Rufeng nodded.

"But look at my hand, I accidentally touched the handrail on the third floor, and there is such a thick layer of dust."

"So what?" Xiao Rufeng said.

"Do you still remember the last time we came, it was the old lady named Bao Ma who brought us here?"

"Continue." Xiao Rufeng has already reached the top of the stairs, and he only needs to push open the small door in front of him to peep into the secret hidden inside.

"It wasn't such a mess at the time. I still clearly remember that the glass doors leading to the balcony were all shining, but now, it seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time. This happens in the Ordinary people are not surprised, but with He Fuming's status, isn't it a bit against the law?" Wu Xin suddenly remembered something, "By the way, why isn't that precious mother here? Maybe we can find her Ask."

Xiao Rufeng thought it would be a waste of effort to open this small door, but who knows, he just turned the handle casually, and the door lock came loose.

A rotten and foul smell rushed towards him.

Xiao Rufeng let go of the handle, looked at the scene in front of him silently, and said lightly: "Here."

"What?" Wu Xinran was talking in high spirits at the moment, and was stunned when he heard the words.

Xiao Rufeng turned around, "That's why no one cleaned the upstairs all the time, because Bao Ma died."

Wu Xin blinked suddenly, digested the words in his mind in a daze, and then pushed Xiao Rufeng away suddenly, wanting to rush into the room.

"Ugh..." Before the delicate figure could step in, she lay limply by the wall and vomited.

Xiao Rufeng glanced at him silently, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.