"Hello, grandma. I'm Yi Yi. I wrote a letter to you because I know you may still be in the beginning. I have always respected my grandmother, that matter, I do not resent grandma, even I have been ready to leave. I know that I will spend my whole life to pay back what I did wrong. Moreover, nianmo doesn't know about it, and I will never say that it will not damage the relationship between you and nianmo. Please rest assured. "

Under the light, there are a few words that can't be seen clearly. Fu Fengyi goes to the table and picks up the antique mirror frame. After reading, she doesn't speak.

Ye Chuqing has been standing behind her, she does not know what the letter wrote, and look at her grandmother's face, also completely can not see the mood.

"Grandma." At this time, she exclaimed, watching Fu Fengyi put the letter on the candlestick of the altar, and the fire quickly started, burning the paper.

Fu Fengyi reached out to her, "child, I'm tired. Help grandma to have a rest."

Ye Chuqing should a, looked back at the fire on the floor, this just helped her to leave.

Back from Fu Fengyi, ye nianmo seems to have returned to the way she used to be. She looks at her tenderly and tries to come back to accompany her as soon as possible every day. There seems to be no estrangement between them.

And Ding Yiyi knows that the Henggou is still there, but the two people secretly buried the factors that affect their feelings.

Ye nianmo paid more attention to her health and asked the nutritionist to make a nutrition recipe. She knew that he felt guilty because of his kidnapping.

That day, when she was at home doing nothing, she began to pack up her personal belongings. While sorting out the CD rack, she found the box again.

She took the box out, went to the study on the second floor, got the key, opened the box, and took out the pile of photos from it.

At the bottom of the picture, a face is gradually revealed. She looks at the picture, and the person who writes on the desk in memory bursts into her mind.

If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she would not have believed that there would have been two people in the world who looked so similar that their eyebrows and even their expressions seemed to be portrayed in a mold.

She decided to go there again. The door of the villa is locked. The curtain of the window sill on the second floor is not closed. The sunlight is shining on the windowsill. The railing made of stainless steel reflects light, which makes everything virtual and real.

On the other side, the door of the house as high as the villa where she was imprisoned was also closed. When she came to the door, she found that the door was not closed. As long as her finger pushed it gently, it could be easily opened.

There was no furniture in the hall on the first floor, but it was full of books. These books were arranged in perfect order, and they were arranged from all corners, just like a five pointed star.

"Why not use bookshelves?" It is also obvious that when the philosopher picks up the cover of the book, there are traces of curiosity when he opens the cover of the book many times.

She looked for another one, and found that it looked like she often looked at it. She was surprised that there were not ten thousand or five thousand books in this room, and that man was a Book addict?

The stairway is the only place where there are no books in the hall on the first floor. She walks up the stairs with her hands on the handlebars, but they are stained with dust.

He had been away for less than a week, but the armrest was covered with thick dust, which could not be accumulated in a few months.

The man is like a riddle. She can see the appearance, but she doesn't know the answer. At the end of the short staircase is a room.

She was familiar with the door of the room, and during those three days she watched him go in and out of the room, sometimes with books in his hand and sometimes with nothing.

Pushing open the door, a small gray figure came out. She was scared to step back. When she had a close look, where was the gray figure?

The furnishings in the room were as if he had left. There was nothing left except that the coffee machine was full of coffee stains, which stuck to the inner wall and solidified, just like the dark red blood produced when people died a lot.

She stood at the coffee machine for a long time, then turned around and went to the table. From the table top, she could see the situation in the opposite direction. The white window sill, the white curtain, the corner of the room exposed in the window sill.

All of a sudden, her quiet face showed a trace of surprise. Her steps also moved to the right, close to the edge of the corner of the table, and then quickly moved to the left. The dust on the legs of the table rubbed against her white dress, leaving a gray mark.

He can see himself! The idea flashed by. In those three days, she thought that she was hiding in the curtain. She thought that the other party had never looked up and certainly did not find herself.

No, he always knew that someone was locked up in the opposite house. He even knew that for three days, the woman in the villa had been sitting on the window sill, she was dehydrated, she was starving, her life was dying, and she was secretly watching him.

That man is terrible, too. This idea flashed in Ding Yiyi's mind, and the gratitude for men to spend the most difficult time with him has also become confused and lost.

"Bang!" The door behind her suddenly closed, and she was startled again. She immediately turned back. At this time, she felt that the empty room was a little gloomy and terrifying.The hair behind him was blown up, and a large gust of wind blew in from the window. The white notepad on the table was flipped, and a black handwriting was revealed.

She picked up the book and opened the page with handwriting. "Eight trigrams are nine days away from life and death"

the handwriting is very scribbled, often a word has not been finished, immediately connect another word, the bottom of each word, the stroke will be specially up to form a very unique writing method,

put down the note book, and then she turned around and walked out towards the door.

From the villa area, a cold wind blowing, she found herself out of a cold sweat, and did not care to stay, so she left in a hurry.

She drove, aimlessly driving in the street, the time is still early, the sun is very strong, roadside people in a hurry, all want to get to the destination quickly.

A figure was walking in a hurry on the road of the pedestrian street. She was holding two bags of copy paper in her hand. Her face was covered with sweat. She finally ran into a stone chair for passers-by to rest. She put the heavy copy paper on the chair and took out a packet of paper towel from her bag to wipe her face.

Ding Yiyi feels that this person is very familiar with. Look again, isn't this Du ya? See her face because carry heavy reason and red, immediately stop the car.

Seeing Ding Yiyi, Du Ya was surprised and happy, "Yi Yi elder sister!" She went up to meet them, holding them together, their faces full of joy of reunion after a long separation.

"It's so nice to meet you today. I'll have dinner with you later." Ding Yiyi said happily.

Du Ya wiped the sweat on her face. She felt her hands wet. She was embarrassed to touch her. "No, I have to work overtime today."

Ding Yiyi noticed two stacks of copy paper on the chair. He said strangely, "the copy paper in the company is not ordered. Does anyone deliver it directly to your door every month?"

"Shuibei Water always felt that the one we had cooperated with was secretly eating our kickbacks, so she cancelled the cooperation with the other party, and she only bought it when she needed it, so as to avoid waste. "

She wiped the sweat from her face. The tissue on her hand was wet. She took another one from the tissue bag.

"Did she let you buy it?" Ding Yiyi's face is not good-looking, took her hand and went to the car, "I'll send you back, and I'll find her theory by the way."

Du Ya hesitated to resist, "I'm no longer an administrative manager, just an administrative assistant, so it's nothing to do for me."

She could see that Ding Yiyi was very angry and wanted to ease the atmosphere. "In fact, it's OK to be an assistant, and the pressure is not so big."

Ding Yiyi is very angry, she thinks that Shuibei is deliberately doing it for her to see, and revenge Du Ya stood on his side at the beginning.

"No, let's go to her. I know your ability. She can't do this to you without making mistakes."

"Sister Yiyi!" Du Ya broke away from her hand and stepped back, looking sad. "Yi Yi elder sister, you are no longer an employee of the company. What position do you stand for to help me in the company?"

Ding Yiyi stood in place, her throat was like a fishbone choking in her throat. She was right. She was no longer a member of the company. What position did she take to blame others there.

"I'll get you a good job." She was silent for a moment, her eyes sparkled with the thought.

Every day, Du's colleagues order a copy of the kitchen paper, as if they were cleaning a box of paper.

"No She shook her head. "I know how difficult Ye is to enter. I don't have the confidence to survive in such a big company, so I won't give you shame."

She took a deep breath and took her wrist. "It's so nice to meet you today, Yiyi. Why don't you drive me back to the company? You don't know how heavy these things are."

Ding Yiyi can only do according to what she said. After sending people to the company, Du ya got out of the car holding the copy paper, "goodbye Yiyi elder sister."

Looking at her back, Ding Yiyi felt very guilty. If she didn't resign, or didn't have such a stiff fight with Shuibei, then Du Ya would not be implicated.

At this time, the revolving gate turned to the side, and a man was carrying a small bag and stepping on high-heeled shoes to the parking position.

It was Shuibei. She was talking on the phone while walking. When Ding Yiyi got out of the car, she had already walked to her Mercedes, opened the door and sat in it.

Ding Yiyi quickly drove to catch up with him. The two cars kept a distance one after the other. The Mercedes Benz stopped in a tea house and Shuibei got off the bus. A man met him at the door.

Two people into the tea house, Ding Yiyi also followed in, but did not immediately go to the north of the water, but chose a table not far from the two people to sit down.

He thought that now they were talking about things, and it was not good to rush past, so he simply waited for the two to finish their conversation.

"Mr. Shui, it's not easy to offer to you. You not only manage the company very well, but also have beautiful people."

"Boss Zhang flattered me." Shuibei looked at the fat man in front of him, and wrinkled his delicate eyebrows.