Yitong sighed in a low voice, and didn't continue to ask me about the relationship between Bo Yanmo, but just handed me a few photos: "This is a photo I took at the airport that day, you can take a look!"

I took the picture.

The person in the photo is indeed Bo Yanmo, he is affectionately holding a petite woman, and the movements of the two are natural and intimate.

No, it should be said that it is the current thin words.

My eyes fell on the woman in the photo.

That woman was the female reporter who asked Bo Yanmo if he was still alive that day.

That day, when I saw her questioning Bo Yanmo, I felt that the two should know each other.

"Xiaoxiao, I don't care why you married Bo Yanmo, I just want to remind you that this man is not suitable for you!" Yitong sighed in a low voice.

I put away the photos she gave me and said with a smile: "I know, if I fall in love with a man one day, the first person I will tell must be you." After all, you and Jiajia are my mother's family. I held her hand tightly, and my eyes fell on the striking scar on her wrist.

That scar was cut when Yitong committed suicide, and I will never forget the scene when I came home and saw her covered in blood.

I won't forget that everything she has been through has been borne for me.

Yitong felt my gaze, withdrew her hand, and used her watch to cover her scar.

"We'll get out of here when Jiajia finishes studying!" she said to me with a smile.

I saw her movements, my eyes darkened, and I nodded slightly.

She knew what I was thinking and looked at me with a frown: "I said a long time ago that this matter has nothing to do with you. Some things are not inevitable, even if it weren't for you and Jiajia, this would have happened to me. ”

I grabbed her wrist and looked down and couldn't say a word.

I, Yitong and Jiajia all grew up together in an orphanage, I became stronger because Jiajia, and Yitong has been protecting me and Jiajia. She once said that Jiajia and I are her family, so she will not allow others to hurt us.

At this moment, a familiar voice in the doorway interrupted my thoughts.

"Miss Su, it's time to eat!" was Sang Dahai's voice.

When Yitong heard Sang Dahai's voice, her face suddenly changed, and she stood up from the sofa suddenly.

I looked at her and frowned.

Yitong's appearance when he saw Sang Dahai was too abnormal, and it was impossible to ignore.

"Good!" I replied.

Sang Dahai didn't say anything, and turned around and went downstairs after speaking.

I looked at Sang Dahai's back, hesitated, and asked Yitong in a low voice: "Yitong, are you hiding something from me." ”

Yitong was silent for a moment, and she slowly turned around: "He is very similar to the man back then!"

When I heard her words, my shoulders trembled violently, and I stared at Sang Dahai's back with wide eyes, and it took a lot of strength to restrain the shock in my heart.

...... year

The memory that the three of us wanted to forget flashed through my mind, and I stared blankly at Sang Dahai's back. 、

"Maybe I'm mistaken, that man...... That person shouldn't be his. He is the adopted son of the Bo family, and he may not have the status of Bo Yanmo, but he will not do that kind of thing!"

I listened to Yitong's words and nodded in a trance, but I couldn't suppress the cranky thoughts in my heart.

Those photos were given to me by Sang Dahai.

Back then, whether it was me, Yitong and Jiajia, they were all inconspicuous little people, and no one would go out of their way to take those photos. Even if we have a worse past than others, the same thing happens to others every day, and no one cares about it.

But those photos were clearly deliberately taken by someone.

I clenched my fists, and the anger in my heart could not be suppressed.

"Yitong, do you remember any characteristics of that person?" I asked her in as calm a tone as I could.