Chapter 1703

The sharp thin voice laughs, and Fu Fengyi hears the voice outside the chord. This kind of person who has a temporary need to ask for help should not be ignored. In addition, she is very angry because of the family affairs, so she doesn't want to pay attention to this kind of thing at all.

"I'm sorry, our Ye family doesn't cover the sky with only one hand. We will try our best to cooperate with the police wherever they need our cooperation, so this help can't help you."

What else does the other party want to say? She hands the microphone to the housekeeper, who will deal with the next thing.

At the other end of the phone, a man with a shrill voice hung up. He was thin and slim, looking like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind.

The lip liner is always down, and there is a mole on the left side of her chin. There is a long, white hair on the mole, which swings up and down with the movement of her lips.

"President, the two policemen are here." The Secretary knocked on the door.

He got up, touched his clean head and walked out of the door with a sigh.

"Hello, Hello, please come in. Can I have coffee?" Seeing the two policemen, he hurried in.

"You're welcome. My name is Beck. He's Xiao Wu. We're just here to ask something." Beck looked at the office. It was very simple. It really looked like a public religious organization. But the purple clay pot in Chahai was not cheap.

I felt that one of the men's eyes fell on the purple clay pot. The man was a little nervous. At least he was a human spirit. All of a sudden, I saw that the young man was afraid of his shortcomings. What was terrible should be the old man.

"All right, let's sit down and talk." He led them into their seats. "I'm sorry, the chairs have been around for some time, but it's a basic doctrine to use them if you can. It's not extravagant and wasteful."

The secretary brought the coffee, and Beck glanced at the woman in the A-line skirt and open top, a little clear in his heart.

"Xiao Zhao, go out. It's OK here." The man and the woman had a look in their eyes, which was ambiguous.

"Well, your organization has been established for three years." Beck spoke, and his subordinates recorded.

The man touched a clean head again, the long hair on the mole trembled, "yes, it's so fast. What we originally positioned was public welfare, hoping to make more people feel the love of the world, and everyone who joined the club only received a little membership fee symbolically."

Beck stopped him and said, "I heard that this year the president seems to like vacation very much. After half a year, he went to Europe three times, and miss Secretary has been with him all the time."

The man's voice stopped, and the police officer who had been recording also stopped his pen and looked at him with great interest.

The man touched a clean head again, looking embarrassed, "it's true that I sold my father's house, so I went abroad to relax."

His eyes floated around, but there was no sign of lying except for the embarrassment.

"All right." Beck stood up and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you today. If necessary, we may need your cooperation."

The man immediately said, "where, where, this is what we should do."

Outside the door, the police officer murmured: "it cost hundreds of thousands to travel to Europe with Xiaomi. It's a public welfare organization. I don't think it's that simple."

"He didn't lie. He did sell one of his father's houses." Beck glanced at the cars parked outside the two-story building. They were all popular brands. The cars were also in the dust. Only one was relatively new.

He went to the Buick and touched it with his fingers. There was no dust at all. It should have been driven in the past two days.

"Director, do you want to keep watching now?" Asked the policeman.

He took back his hand, "no, you stare at how the snake works. How's the hospital going?"

"Director, do you mean that all the people who died recently have seen a doctor and left a record in the hospital? They are investigating."

He nodded, looked at the two-story building again, and then got into the car. In the room of the second floor building where we just talked, the man stood behind the curtain and turned around when he saw the car leaving.

"I'm going to have a rest. No one can come in and disturb me." He called out the door, then locked the door and put down the curtains.

The room was rather dim. He went to his desk, squatted down, lifted the carpet and knocked on the wooden floor.

The floor made a hollow sound, and he waited for a few minutes. Then he clasped an iron ring on the floor and pulled up a square door panel.

No one would think that there was a world underground. He walked down carefully. The stairs were not high, only thirteen steps. He counted silently. When his feet fell to the ground, he swallowed.

A man with a mask and black clothes was sitting in the most humble room he had ever seen, similar to a rough house, with nothing but the necessary bed and a cabinet of books.

This is what the man asked for. He is really curious that a person who is so strict with himself can spend millions on other things to buy his father's house, and immediately go to his account."Cough." The man with the mask coughed softly. From his voice, he should be younger than his own age.

"It's gone." The director bent down.

The man with the mask is reading a book. He hears that the speech is just "en". Then he looks at a book that is not the Empress Dowager.

The president glanced at a German book. He was more curious than the man in front of him.

"I've been in and out as usual recently. What should I do or what should I do?" Man has been standing next to another man, looks very heroic, at a glance can attract the attention of others.

"All right." The president touched his smooth head, and then did not dare to stay more. He felt that the man with the mask had nothing to say, so he retreated.

"The pattern has been taken back. You promised me to move the position to the Middle East. It's too dangerous at home." Said a slightly younger voice.

"You think it's unreasonable to take human organs in China. You love those people." The man with the mask suddenly laughed, and the laughter processed by the voice changer was very sharp. "Are the refugees in the Middle East not human?"

Young people hide in the dark, very good-looking frown, add a worry, "in the country make too much movement, after difficult to end."

The man with the mask got up and went to the bookcase. He carefully put the book back to its original position and sighed, "yes."

He turned, "the pattern doesn't fit."

"Doesn't it fit?" Young voice with a surprise, "how can I, but directly from her arm pasted down, almost is the model." "As like as two peas,

looks at him." there are no two leaves in the world that are exactly alike. They imitate and imitate. Even if they are a little bit different, they are not.

The young man pursed his lips and clasped his hands on his side. "She's pregnant."

There was a moment of silence, and the masked man whispered, "go and bring her here."

"She's pregnant." The young voice read it again slowly, "is there no way to get the pattern without hurting her? Is there no way to imitate data more accurately? "

He was a little excited, his voice raised a few degrees, people came out of the dark, lights lit up his face, Holly face serious, "really no way?"

He didn't want to hurt Ding Yiyi any more, not at all. His hands were trembling. The hands covered her mouth not long ago, and felt her trembling at a close distance.

If he could, he really hoped that she would not get involved and be her little grandmother happily. He and she are people from different worlds.

The man with the mask also looked back at him. I don't know what the face under the mask looks like, but the eyes are calm, like the sea, which is a pair of eyes with a lot of stories.

Holly was defeated. He knew it was impossible to change the man's decision. She turned her head and said, "then tell someone else to go."

"You go." The man's tone did not have any room for discussion, and then he went to the inside room and closed the door.

"Ah Holly roared and smashed his fist against the wall. He could watch those people capture one innocent person after another coldly. He knew their fate, but his heart didn't have any waves.

Only she, seize her, personally sent her to the unknown, not too good journey, he was very reluctant, but there was no way.

He leaned against the cold wall with his eyes closed. When he opened it again, his turbulent mood was hidden in his eyes.

Hospitals.

"All the medical equipment brought by Ye's family has been donated to the hospital free of charge. We thank Mr. Ye for his contribution. By the way, which newspaper are you from?" The little nurse's face was a little red. The man in front of her was really tall and handsome.

Holly knows that she's a bit late. Ye nianmo is cautious and should have taken protective measures. Even if she hasn't found out her own details, it's not easy to see Ding Yiyi again.

He walked out of the door of the hospital, thinking about where Ding Yiyi would be arranged. Think about it, only Ye family is the most likely.

But, to Ye's house, can she have good fruit to eat? Dongqing knows that Fu Fengyi is famous when she was young. She must know that the child in Ding Yiyi's stomach is not ye nianmo's.

How can Ding Yiyi go to live in the ancient town alone, and why he has to sneak back to Dongjiang city? I'm afraid it's because of that woman.

Will she suffer in it? He got into the car, stepped on the accelerator, this is not what he needs to care about, he has only one thing to do!

Several hundred meters away from Ye's home, a car has been parked here for half an hour. Holly is trying to find out how many people Ye's home is now.

He can't get too close, or he will be found. In the invisible corner, there must be a dense monitoring system, so he can't act rashly.