Chapter 1770: The Beginning of the Night Is Gone

Late at night.

Los Angeles is the City of Angels during the day and Sin City at night, especially in the downtown area, which is very chaotic. At the beginning of the night, she was dazed and heard two gunshots, frightened, she was not sensitive to gunshots, but because of nightmares, her nerves were tense and almost screamed, she had another dream, dreamed of Ye Tingyun, the smaller Ye Tingyun.

Whose dream is that?

Why, she dreamed of Ye Tingyun and the little round face.

At that time, Ye Tingyun was wearing a simple white shirt, jeans, white sneakers, carrying a black backpack, and holding a single-lens reflex camera to shoot, and inadvertently walked into the small castle, and the little round face inadvertently threw half a pear at his feet. He was holding the camera, capturing the moment she turned her head, looking down at the camera and smiling at the little round face.

"I took a picture of you, do you want it?" he asked.

Xiao Yuan's face didn't recognize his life, he ran over happily, the little goose egg face didn't pull it, they were still standing in the penalty station, the little goose egg face didn't dare to move, the little round face ran over, stretched his neck to see the photo, Ye Tingyun bent down slightly, showing the photo he took casually.

The moment the little girl looked back, her eyes were extraordinarily vivid, bright, surprised, and clear, and the background was blurred, only she was slim, like a little elf in the garden.

"I'm so beautiful. The little round face shook her pigtails beautifully, admiring herself beautifully, like a little peacock with the screen open, and Ye Tingyun couldn't help laughing.

He is a lost teenager, did not stay in the small castle for a long time, after a polite goodbye, hurriedly left, when I saw him again, he was still wearing a white shirt, jeans, carrying a backpack, positive style, a small round face came out to play alone, I was very happy to see him, came over to play with him, Ye Tingyun photography is in need of materials, and I am deeply impressed by her, inexplicably good, and treat her as a model.

Coming and going, gradually getting acquainted, the little round face is eccentric most of the time, very self-indulgent, occasionally very ladylike, has good etiquette and upbringing, as long as she touches the hair, she can show her ladylike demeanor 360 degrees.

These warm pictures, scene by scene, appeared in the dream, but at the end of the dream, it turned into a nightmare, she happily ran to the night court, but was stopped by a tall man in black halfway, and covered her mouth and nose with a drugged handkerchief.

The dream took a turn and turned into a nightmare.

"Ah Chu, what's wrong with you?" Bruce looked at her worriedly, holding her shoulder, Ye Chu shook his head, in a cold sweat, and suddenly pushed Bruce away, "Do you still have a picture of me when I was eight years old?"

Confused, Bruce took out his wallet, which contained a photo of a very old man, the beginning of the night, Bruce, and her stepfather.

She stood in the middle, smiling smartly, her hair all pulled up, tied in a ponytail, and rubbed the photo at the beginning of the night, yes, this is her, she is not the little girl.

But why, always dream of her?

Ye Chu couldn't figure it out, he was cold, and Bruce hugged her distressedly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'll pour you a glass of water." ”

Bruce went to pour water for the beginning of the night, not far away, there were gunshots again, Bruce frowned, it was too unsafe here at night, and when he went back with the water glass, he was shocked into a cold sweat.

The beginning of the night was gone.

The door is open.