Night City, a central building.

It was late at night, and many floors were pitch black, but the lights were on all the time in an office on the 28th floor.

The man sat on a custom-made leather transfer, holding a plan in his hand, his expression was serious, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and his handsome face revealed an indifference that was difficult for ordinary people to approach. His inky eyes were always staring at the plan, and every now and then he would draw something on it with a pen.

The mobile phone placed on the desk came out continuously. But he didn't even look at it.

He just sat alone in the office and worked overtime, and all the employees went home to rest, and he was the only one here.

He is like a spinning top, day and night.

The person who messaged him finally couldn't help it and rang a phone call, and when he answered, he simply said, "I'm not going home today, I'm sleeping in the company." He hung up without even waiting for the other party to say a word.

With his hand in his pocket, he once again took out a small photo from it, which showed a delicate woman, who was not very beautiful, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was very sweet. The woman is not very temperamental, but she exudes an innate gentleness and virtuousness.

(Yan Yan, will you miss me?) ）

He suddenly touched his chest, and there was another pain. I don't know when it started, but his chest hurt from time to time.

Picking up the phone again, he suddenly logged out of his WeChat and logged in to another account, sending an expression to the only "friend" in the account.

A smiling emoji.

Soon there was a reply.

"Is there something wrong? Xiao Min. ”

He pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, as if he was thinking about something, and then sent a message back to the other party.

"Hello, young lady, Mr. Mo asked me to send you something, can you send me the address?"

"What is it?" The other person then asked.

"It's your things left at home, clothes, shoes, bags or something, Mr. Mo doesn't allow us to throw them away, let me send them to you."

"You lost those things, if you and Xiaolin like it, you can take it and wear it, I don't want it anymore."

The man sighed coldly and didn't ask what he wanted to know. But he still didn't give up. Next:

"Young lady, you can help me, Mr. Mo has been unhappy in the past few days since you left, and he has a cold face towards me and Xiaolin, because I gave you the car key that day and you didn't ask for him hated me, if this matter is not done well, Mr. Mo will fire me."

The person on the other end of the line seemed to be thinking about something, and it took a long time for a message to come back:

"Unit 702, Building 6, Allure Yayuan, XX Avenue, Chenxi District, Shenzhen"

Seeing this message, something flashed in the man's eyes in an instant, and just in an instant, the message on the screen was withdrawn by the other party, and it was the address of another collection station.

But he kept staring at the screen and wrote it down.

And on the other end of the phone.

He Xiyan sat alone against the head of the bed, she kept drawing with a pencil, and after a while, she drew a simple pencil drawing.

It shows a woman playing on a meadow with a small baby who seems to be learning to walk. And the woman was wearing a white dress with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.

Putting down the book, she stroked her lower abdomen unnaturally, but she didn't smile as happily as the woman in the painting.

(Baby, you know what?) Because you're late, you're left without a dad. ）

She muttered to herself, but she couldn't help but think of the figure of the man in her mind.

(Yixuan, you see, our marriage ended without waiting for the arrival of the child, if you see our child one day, will you regret your previous choice a little.) But I'm afraid that you will snatch him, that you will snatch my only relative. So, I'm sorry, I can't tell you about his existence. ）