Chapter 1537

She quickly reached out to untie it. The more impatient she was, the worse she could do it. Her face turned red with anxiety, and she wanted to get all the buttons.

A hand gently flicks her hand, instead of on her chest, big hand flexible to help him untie the button, and then one by one on the corresponding.

They were very close. When he lowered his head to fiddle, his breath would spray on her neck from time to time. Ding Yiyi desperately raised his head and prayed that he would not suddenly look up and see his embarrassment.

Outside the door, Xia Yihan looks at the time, reaches out his hand and is about to press it again, but his hand is wrapped up by another big hand. Ye Zimo looks clear. Looking at his muddled wife, he lightly suggests sitting in a nearby coffee shop.

Even if it is as simple as Xia Yihan, but decades of married life still let her quickly figure out what is going on, she looked at him a little coquettishly and said in a low voice: "not early, let me press so many times."

At this time, the door opened, ye nianmo stood at the door, "Mom and dad."

Ding Yiyi hid behind him, thinking about the scarlet on his face, he cried in his heart. He didn't seem to see it. Several people came into the room.

Ye nianmo looks out of the door, and his eyes flash with a trace of doubt. When he hears Ding Yiyi calling him, he answers, and then turns around and closes the door.

On the other side, there is the outer wall of the villa. Beck plans to use the same old technique to climb over the wall, and then go to the villa to find Xia Yihan.

As soon as he put his hands on the wall, he heard a lazy cat call. When he climbed up the wall, he found a fat Persian cat sitting on the wall looking at himself.

The cat has a different eye color. Although it is dirty, it still looks lazy and meows to him twice.

Beck recognized the Persian cat that Ding Yiyi had been looking for. He wanted to bring it back to her by the way. Unexpectedly, he just reached out and quickly jumped down the wall for convenience.

After he jumped off the fence, he found that the Persian cat had run into a shabby, uninhabited villa. It suddenly occurred to him that he had seen the Persian cat last time.

Without much thought, he followed the Persian cat into the villa. The door was not locked at all. He pushed it gently and the door creaked open.

It was dark in the room. As soon as he raised his foot, he stepped on an empty bottle. The empty bottle rolled around, as if it hit something. It stopped, and then it made a clear sound.

He groped for the switch, and finally found the switch button on the floor of the porch. When he pressed it, the light was bright and the furnishings in the room were clear.

The furnishings in the room are just as dilapidated as the scenery outside. The wine bottles are all over the floor, the gray blanket has fallen on the ground, and the instant noodles that have not been eaten are covered with thick cobwebs. There is a pungent smell. SISO's voice comes from the corner. He looks over and it is a nest of mice.

The Persian cat squatted on the small refrigerator in the corner, constantly licking its own hair, turning a blind eye to the nest of mice, but holding a little hostility to Beck's visit.

To see him close, his hair changed, his eyes turned, his body pursed back slightly, his soft tail swayed up and down from time to time like lack of stamina.

Beck approached, reached out his hands and wanted to hold the Persian cat in his arms. How could he know that the other side immediately turned it off when he reached out his hand, which not only made him jump into the air, but also nearly fell down because he stepped on the glass bottle under the refrigerator.

He quickly reached out to find a place to support. In a panic, he pushed open a door. The smell of corruption came from the door. It was the smell of bad food. It was disgusting.

Persian cat at his feet "meow meow meow meow" cry, from time to time stretched out his front paw to two lips lick, a pair of irrelevant appearance.

He looked around the house. There was a pile of expired food in the corner. The ham sausage that had been bitten in the packaging bag had already given birth to insects. The cake that had given birth to green mold, and a lot of messy things. It seemed that the owner had left in a hurry, and he didn't even care to clean the food.

At the other end of the wall, close to the window, there is a big table. The table is very clean. There is a very large photo album on it. He didn't pay attention to the photo album. He was about to close the door and leave. The disgusting Persian cat ran to the table and looked at him with round eyes.

"All right, naughty boy." Beck shrugged his shoulders, smoothed up the cloth at the cuffs, and strode toward the table.

There is a picture of a woman in the photo album. The woman is sitting in the car and bathed in the sun. You can see that the scenery outside the window is rapidly passing by, but the woman seems not to care.

Right? It was not the sight of enjoyment, but the sight of fear and worry. She looked out of the window. In her beautiful eyes, she was worried. It seemed that a devil was taking pictures of her, pushing her into the black abyss.

"Ding Yiyi?" Beck was very surprised. He picked up the photo and found a series of numbers written behind it. He immediately thought that it might be time, and once he thought so, that group of time showed a year ago.

A year ago, Ding Yiyi was badly injured in the fire, but now it has been determined that Aoxue was in the fire, and Ding Yiyi was rescued, and there was an air crash on the plane.The person who rescued Ding Yiyi is the one who took the photos. It's the same person who put Aoxue in Ding Yiyi's house and caused her severe burns.

So the question is, who is this man?

Persian cat didn't leave any more, but squatted beside the album. Its fat body occupied the big wall of the table. It buried its head in its forelimb. Its body trembled slightly and closed its eyes to nap. It seemed to forget that a minute ago, it was still human beings playing cat catching game.

Beck opened the album, and sure enough, all the photos in the album were Ding Yiyi's, each with a date on the back, and the photos were cut off one day a year ago.

The last photo of a year ago is in the airport waiting hall. Ding Yiyi is tired looking at a little girl whose mother is tying her hair.

Continue to turn, after a few blank pages, the photo reappeared, the date is very fresh, not long ago, and you can see that it was not taken face to face, but secretly.

The way Ding Yiyi sits in the car, the way she walks in the community, the way she goes to the vending machine to buy juice.

Wait! What's that! He held the photo of Ding Yiyi going to buy juice in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the figures on the transparent glass of the vending machine.

The man was wearing a casual suit. He didn't cover his whole face with his mobile phone. He was a handsome young man.

"It's the dead man." Beck said excitedly that he finally understood the whole story and the connection of the characters in it.

The dead man rescued Ding Yiyi at the scene of the fire, but he didn't want to be found that Ding Yiyi was not there, so he resisted Aoxue to the scene of the crime.

Aoxue is beyond recognition because of severe burns, and Ding Yiyi is separated from the dead man in the air crash, until a year and a half later, ye nianmo finds Ding Yiyi, and at the same time, the man also finds Ding Yiyi.

Look at the photos, he must still want to take Ding Yiyi away, but at this time Aoxue wakes up, but how can he reach an agreement with Aoxue? What did they say to each other? Why Aoxue killed him cruelly in the end.

Ye nianmo's inaction is better understood, because he also hates that man. Even if he doesn't have the heart to kill that man, but with AO Xue, why don't he push the boat with the current to let that man die miserably and avenge Ding Yiyi's suffering?

All this is his inference and assumption. The closer to the truth, the more fog. It seems that there is a huge kaleidoscope in front of him. Every time he looks at it, the kaleidoscope will become another style and color.

He walked up and down the room with his hands behind his back, saying, "what kind of agreement have you made?"

The whole room was very dark, and the Persian cat had already grunted just by a faint light coming from the living room.

The man who walked around the room stopped, his eyes returned to the table, and his thoughts were far away. According to the time figures on the back of this album, that man must be a very strict person. Is it possible to cooperate with Aoxue, that is, to back up everything to avoid Aoxue's repentance, and to have another chance to threaten her.

Thinking of this, he went back to his desk, opened the drawer and looked through it. All the drawers were full of some foreign pure English novels. Madame Bovary, red and black and Anna Karenina have been searched for a circle, and there is nothing but foreign famous novels.

He did not give up, and ready to open the drawer on the right, drawer with his pulling sound issued "stab stab" sound, obviously locked.

The more closely hidden things are, the more valuable they are, or the more secret they are. He was very excited and felt that the locked cupboard must contain important information.

He pulled a few times, the cabinet still shrunk only, like the ancient soldiers waiting for the wall, no matter how you attack, the other side will not break.

Of course, this difficulty can't make him yield. He sat down sweating and studied the structure of the whole cabinet. He thought about the whole cabinet. Finally, he was surprised to find that this wooden cabinet has a certain age, which is embedded with each other, and the cabinet can be opened separately.

Soon, he took out the cabinet alone, but he was disappointed by the contents. What are these? There is no knitted sweater, presbyopia glasses, a daily account of buying vegetables, and a vamp embroidered with big peony.

But just then, the Persian cat woke up, not only awake, but also a little excited. It ran to his feet, raised its head and called softly.

"Meow, meow, meow"

what is it calling? So affectionate and so serious, it seems that a cat can have all the feelings into it, and it seems to have surpassed the feelings of a cat, now it is a person.

Beck thought it might be his owner's thing. He touched the cat's hairy head, but the other side didn't hide, as if he was alone in grief.