Half-ringing, An Mochen suddenly let go of his hand again for some reason.

Ye Xingtong fell to the ground weakly, gasping for breath.

An Mochen lit a cigarette and smoked silently.

After a moment, Ye Xingtong raised his head and looked at his indifferent appearance of sitting alone and smoking, his nose was sore, and tears fell.

An Mochen heard her slight sobbing, looked sideways, and asked impatiently, "What are you crying about?"

Ye Xingtong stood up and scolded: "You are a big sand pig, a big stupid cat!"

An Mochen didn't speak.

Suddenly, Ye Xingtong wiped away her tears, and raised her eyes to see that he was looking at her fixedly, with some emotions brewing in his eyes that no one could understand.

"Can I go now? My daughter is still at home waiting for me to come back. Ye Xing's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse and asked.

An Mochen finished smoking a cigarette and crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Glancing up at her, his expression returned to his usual calm and indifference.

"Tell me what is the relationship between you and Ye Xingtong, and why do you know so many things that should not be known to outsiders. An Mochen asked.

"I ...... I'm a friend of Ye Xingtong, a friend who talks to her about everything......"

"Why didn't I know?" An Mochen suddenly interrupted her.

Ye Xingtong was angry and sneered: "How do you know, you haven't known her at all, to be honest, I also want to know how much you know about Ye Xingtong?

An Mochen was silent again.

"Why don't you speak?" Ye Xingtong asked aggressively.

An Mochen continued to be silent, half a sound, and he said lightly: "You digress." ”

It was as if what she had just said was just nonsense to him, and he didn't bother to answer it in his heart.

This time, Changye Xingtong was silent.

"Now start telling the truth, or, let me do something to you and force you to say it?" An Mochen also began to ask aggressively.

Ye Xingtong moved a chair and sat down, and said seriously, "I'll tell you a story." ”

An Mochen: "......"

Ye Xingtong: "Once upon a time, there was a girl who fell in love with a man she shouldn't love, but the man didn't love her, and the girl was very hurt. Later, the girl unfortunately died, but after death, the girl's soul somehow remained in the world, and later, she met a woman who had lost her desire to live. The woman begged her to live in her place, and she was born again......"

An Mochen: "......"

Ye Xingtong paused for a moment, did not receive his instructions, and asked shamelessly: "Will I continue to speak?"

"You have a lot of imagination and are fit to be a novelist. An Mochen suddenly said softly.

"Huh?" Ye Xingtong didn't understand what he meant.

"Get out!" An Mochen roared in a low voice.

Ye Xingtong's body shook and he crawled out of the room.

Walking downstairs, Ye Xingtong saw that Ji Dong was on the phone.

Standing in the doorway and waiting for two seconds, he hung up the phone and walked over to her.

"Now that the conversation is over, then Miss Ye can go back. Ji Dong said impersonally.

"The night is so dark, the road is so far, and I can't get a taxi, how can I go back?" Ye Xingtong stiffly pointed to the dark night outside the door and asked.

She was really afraid that he would be indifferent and ruthless, and that was none of my business.

However, she clearly thought too badly of him.

Although he hesitated, he still said, "Then I'll send you back." ”

Ye Xingtong nodded hurriedly and thanked him very much.

At this time, Ji Dong was just enduring the mess in his heart and pretending to be calm.

It's getting harder and harder for the president to serve right now. It's getting harder and harder to guess.

Let him give it away, and he said that he couldn't take the initiative to say that he would send her, let alone that he asked him to send it, he had to let Miss Ye take the initiative to bring it up, and she had to pretend to hesitate after proposing it.

This......

Alas......

The job of a male secretary is getting harder and harder now!

After sending Ye Xingtong and returning to the villa, Ji Dong sighed tiredly.

I thought that I could take advantage of the time before dawn to rest for a while, but who knows, my mobile phone clicked and I received a text message.

"Come up!" text message is indeed very short.

Moreover, it is clear at a glance whose style it is.

Since the death of the eldest lady of the Ye family, An Mochen has begun to have insomnia.

Insomnia is insomnia, but whenever he can't sleep with insomnia, he still likes to toss him and let him accompany him to insomnia.

However, thinking of the shocking sadomasochistic love between the two, Ji Dong's resentment towards An Mochen was slightly reduced.

Walked up the stairs to An Mochen's room on the second floor.

The door was hidden.

He pushed open the door and walked in, and found An Mochen looking down at something with his back to him.

He shouted Mr. An.

An Mochen then turned around.

Ji Dong saw the thing in his hand clearly and sighed secretly.

Sure enough, he was looking at Ye Xingtong's photo again.

An Mochen asked, "The person sent away?"

Ji Dong replied: "Yes, Mr. An." ”

An Mochen nodded: "Who do you think this Ye Xingxing will be?"

Ji Dong twisted his eyebrows: "Through the investigation and the contact in the past few days, I have become more and more confused about the identity of this woman. According to the investigation information, she has lived in City C since she was a child, her family background is ordinary, and her experience is sparse and ordinary, so it is impossible for her to have an intersection with the eldest lady of the Ye family, let alone know about the matter between you and Ye Xingtong. ”

After a pause, Ji Dong said again: "Oh, and I feel that she seems to be familiar with this villa, and she can find your room without me leading the way, as if she has lived here for a long time." ”

An Mochen put down the photo in his hand and sighed lightly: "She told me a story just now. ”

"Huh?" Ji Dong couldn't react a little.

An Mochen glanced at him, his eyes were full of deep exhaustion and loneliness: "She told me the story of a girl's rebirth. ”

"This ......" Ji Dong felt that his brain was a little insufficient, and asked cautiously: "Mr. An, do you believe it?"

An Mochen lowered his head, picked up the photo and rubbed it gently: "No, I let her go!"

Ji Dong: "......", what else can he say?

The two fell silent.

Half-ringing, Ji Dong tentatively spoke: "If Mr. An really can't let go of it in his heart, why don't we go to City C again?"

There is a demi-immortal in City C, who can see the past and predict the future.

The last time he went with An Mochen, he went to find that half-immortal.

Originally, living in the new century, we should believe in science and defeat all ghosts, snakes, and gods.

However, with the revival of metaphysics, there was a craze for Qimen gossip.

In addition, it is said that metaphysics is an ancient philosophy.

Ji Dong deeply felt that the current An Mochen needed this kind of vain and unrealistic philosophy to comfort his empty and lonely heart, otherwise, he would go crazy sooner or later.