Xue Zimo: "It's just that" on the side. Yizhen snorted and looked at Fu Yuanyuan: "What do you think?"

Fu Yuanyuan looked at Yan Wanliang. Liang Xi is from a perceptual perspective, and Fu Yuanyuan is from a rational perspective, and said eloquently: "Isn't death a thing of the past? No need to feel guilty. ”

It's not really soft-hearted. It's just that her psychology tends to be defensive, Qin Meimei didn't cause any substantial damage to her, she was so desperate that she was afraid of retribution.

Night Ember reached out and hooked Yizhen's shoulder: "It's not just that. Ye Qianmo held Qin Meimei's video in his hand, just to force Qin Wei to do things for him. We have to cut these control lines, otherwise Qin Wei will be a hidden danger sooner or later. Only when Qin Wei loses his value, Ye Qianmo can't borrow a knife to kill. Otherwise, there will be a next time. Yizhen nodded.

"Although the current video can't be fully restored, the circumstantial evidence is enough to deduce the fact that you are innocent. Night Ember smiled: "What's more, it's Qin Wei who is unkind, you can't blame us for being unjust." ”

So a few days later, in the name of speaking up for the deceased, Yeshen forced the confession of those people to admit the fact that the victim was Qin Meimei. Although the video did not leak out, it became the last straw that crushed Qin Wei.

Qin Wei naturally couldn't bite Ye Qianmo. On the day of the company's financial loopholes, Ye Qianmo was not in the company at all.

Although Qin Wei kept silent afterwards, he handed over all the fat he had squeezed from the Ye Clan to Ye Qianmo. But he had to give an explanation to the company, and the result could only be that he was out, made a scapegoat, and sentenced to ten years in prison. Ye Qianmo retreated.

Ember has been kicked out of the company. Night View Quan is seriously ill. The whole company is helmed by Ye Qianmo. But Ye Qianmo's behavior is quite wrong, and the disadvantages of greed are becoming more and more obvious. It even affects the interests of some shareholders on the board of directors.

The only thing that can control Ye Qianmo is the Night Ember. So these people wanted to ask the Night Ember to return to the Night Clan. It's just that I can't find anyone, and I'm afraid of touching the chairman of the night, so I don't dare to act rashly.

Yizhen still rides his own small motorcycle every day, and comes to pick up the young master at night, rain or shine, envying others.

Everyone knew very well about the situation of the night embers, patted him on the shoulder, half smiled and half sighed: "Brother, you are really a blessing." The little girls are realistic now. It's not easy to find such one. ”

"Yes, brother, when are you going to invite us to a wedding drink?"

Nightash glanced at them: "I will inform you when we get married." ”

Today the weather is wet and there has been a drizzle since the morning. An hour ago, the clouds and rain stopped. Now, the dampness of the vines covered the face, and it was misty.

Ember leaned against the door, and the team members left one after another, greeting him with a smile. He stood there with his head tilted, smiling and saying goodbye to them one by one. The wind that swept the sand and dirt whipped on his face, and his breath was muddy and greasy.

Gradually, the people are gone. It's like a nap for a long time. Blue-gray clouds stretched from the streets, and the four fields were all black and oppressive.

The huge Jiangyu is closed like an old Jiangnan town. The clouds pressed down another layer, locking the narrow blue-gray sky.

Ember was a little impatient, wanting to call Yizhen, but she was afraid that she would be distracted on the way.

With a muffled thunder, the rain began to fall heavier and heavier, hitting the ground and causing water vortices. Now he was impatient to call her, and the sound of the current continued for a long time, and he didn't answer.

Ember refused to go back to the house and lock the door, picked up his coat and walked out into the rain. Then he saw the headlights flash, piercing the rain curtain, and a long straight white light hit him and fixed on him.

"Why are you late?" he said reproachfully.

Yizhen jumped off the motorcycle with great difficulty, without a poncho, and his hair was sticking to his lychee-like face.

She laughed as she ran: "I accidentally fell on the road." ”

Ember took off her coat and draped it over her, and asked urgently, "Where did you fall?"

"My hand is a little skinned. It's okay. ”

She opened her hand for him to see, shrank her hand and slipped into her pocket, and diligently took out a small box of delicate crocodile skin from her pocket, put it in his hand, and clapped her hands with her eyebrows: "Young master, happy birthday." ”

It is a kerosene lamp-style vintage cowhide coffee-colored lighter. The patterns on the cowhide are exquisite, a dozen or so condensed cartoon versions of Voldemort, with strange expressions, vivid and playful.

"I designed it myself. The factory that Crystal helped me contact, do you like it?" she smiled, with water beads still hanging from her eyelashes.

He didn't open his eyes, his eyes were inexplicably a little wet, and he was embarrassed to ask, so he glanced at her with a straight face: "Stupid, you just came here, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"If you're afraid of catching a cold, you won't come. Yizhen snorted: "It's a pity that I can't go home now, and I can't eat the cake." ”

Ember smiled and reached out to hug the person, "Thank you, I like it very much." ”

The rain is still pouring down the city. The two had to retreat to the small side hall of the museum. The voltage was a little unstable, and Ember turned on a small desk lamp, found a hair dryer, and threw a towel to her: "Change your clothes, I'll dry them for you." ”

"Do you have a change of clothes here?" Yizhen looked around.

"No, you wear mine. ”

"And what if you have a cold?"

"Have I been drenched in the rain, besides, my physique is stronger than yours. Ember took off her sweatshirt, put on short sleeves, and went to make her ginger tea.

Yizhen changed into his plus-size sweatshirt, with long sleeves hanging down on his legs, revealing two thin white calves, just like singing.

Yizhen grimaced at the mirror and began to float around the night embers like ghosts.

"Suspicious? You guys are still drinking ginger tea and starting to maintain their health?"

Ember smiled and grabbed her little arm, "This is what I left for you, who will drink this, big man." ”

Bowed his head and frowned: "Don't run around barefoot, how old are you, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

As he spoke, he picked up the person like a doll, placed it on the sofa, and added a sugar cube to the ginger teacup.

Yizhen drank a cup of ginger tea slowly, and his hair was almost dry. Fortunately, it was not cold in this cramped hut, and there were small blankets.

"I think back to when I was a kid. ”

Yizhen took out the lighter from his pocket and lit it up, and the cartoon pattern on it was reflected in the yellow flame.

The two men put their faces together, as if they were studying an ancient parchment map. Under the firelight, the lines of his face were smooth and soft, revealing a look of soft and misty memory: "In the past, at my grandfather's house, I actually lit candles when the power went out. Do you light candles at home?"

He didn't say anything. She said to herself: "The tears of the candles that flowed down were stacked one after the other, and they were stacked in the small bowl of the candlestick, like a small red plum blossom. ”

She muttered a lot, accompanied by the sound of rain. He occasionally responds. The sound of the rain is getting louder and louder, and the voices of people are gradually drowned out, and I feel confused in my ears.

Suddenly, neither of them spoke, and a quiet tacit understanding was reached. He gently brushed her chin and kissed her. Yizhen blinked subconsciously, and light and shadow swept over the faces of the two of them. It went out too quickly, like a flash.

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