Song Shaohui did not hesitate, obediently handed over his mobile phone, and said.

"It's useless for you to check, I dialed that phone later, and it's already down. It should be an anonymous calling card. It's the kind that is sold at the newsstand. You can't find anyone. ”

After flipping through Song Shaohui's mobile phone to no avail, Wan Tianyou stared at him even more suspiciously, with an unkind face.

"And then? What does this have to do with the departure of the moon? You took her away? ”

"No, no, no, it doesn't have anything to do with me."

Song Shaohui hurriedly waved his hand to deny it, with a sincere attitude.

"After that, I didn't know anything. I haven't received a phone call either. I'm just a little weird, it seems that someone cares about the existence of the moon, don't you think? ”

"How is that possible?"

Others don't know, but Wan Tianyou knows the origin of the moon and believes it. An ancient girl who traveled back in time, has no relatives and no identity here, she is a superfluous existence to this world, how can anyone notice her?

"Could it be that the patriarch of the Harinut clan has found out that the moon has crossed over here?"

Wan Tianyou's brows furrowed into a lump and he muttered unconsciously. The strange old house and the genealogical parchment scroll of the Naharinut clan came to mind.

"What's the matter? Through? ”

Although Wan Tianyou's voice was low, Song Shaohui still heard the word crossing clearly, and laughed.

"Haha! Brother, what about your filming? Also crossed! What's wrong? Is it a head hitting a wall? Or do you touch the electric door with your hand? You don't think that the moon has crossed over? I'm going to ......."

Wan Tianyou glanced at Song Shaohui who was smiling evilly, and didn't want to explain at all.

"Shiyue went out from the gate, I took a look through the window, she was so dignified, she took the car away!"

"Take a taxi?"

"Uh...... No, it's the express train she called on her phone? It is still a high-end model, the five series of Bao Donkey. ”

Song Shaohui rolled his eyes and thought about it, and nodded affirmatively.

"She doesn't have an online payment method, where can she get a ride?"

Wan Tianyou immediately reacted, Yanyue did not have an ID card, could not register any online payment methods, and did not have a bank card. Which express train in the world allows her to pay in cash?

"Huh? That...... I don't know. Oh yes too......"

Song Shaohui also knew that Huanyue was a black household with no identity, so he didn't pay attention to it, so he realized that something was wrong at this time.

"I'll go! Brother, do you think the moon will be the big xiao jie of which family? I've heard that rich people are idle now, and they have nothing to do to have fun with themselves. Maybe she's bored and looking for a handsome guy to tease her. Amnesia is all a lie to you. ”

"No ......"

Wan Tianyou just wanted to refute, but he also felt that something was wrong.

Hearing Song Shaohui's puzzled reminder, Wan Tianyou also felt that he was in a trance.

Recalling the first meeting with the moon, the scenes of the past two months. Watching the rapid learning and growth of an ancient person in Yanyue, he seems to understand everything now, and even English is incredibly fluent. Wan Tianyou only thought that Yanyue was too capable of learning, and he didn't doubt whether she was really an ancient person at all. But at the beginning, the ignorance shown by the moon, and the way of speaking in the literary expression. ……

Wan Tianyou was very confused and had a headache.

With messy thoughts, Wan Tianyou spent the night like this, and Wan Tianyou didn't eat, drink or sleep.

Early the next morning, I walked into the kitchen listlessly with bloodshot eyes. I packed the rest of the meal into a lunch box by myself.

No matter who Yanyue is, this girl who makes him worry about it is indeed real. But now, it might be the last meal he'll ever eat, the food he cooked. Thinking of this, Wan Tianyou's emotions fell to the bottom again.

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean, a bright moon hung over the New York International Airport.

On the last day of the expiration of the passport, the moon passed through the customs smoothly, stood at the gate of the airport, and took a deep breath of unfamiliar air.