The President's Little Prey

Ao snow quietly listening to him, long nails sliding on the wooden table, issued a harsh voice, she whispered: "director, live so long, to be responsible for their own behavior."

Beck looked at her, got up and said, "even if you have escaped the law, can you live in peace for a long time? Don't you wake up suddenly in your sleep

Looking at his back disappeared behind the iron gate, Ao Xue's eyes narrowed slightly, followed the guard Wang Nei to walk obediently, her lips slightly started, "I can."

Outside, Ding Yiyi saw Beck come out and stand up from the chair, "talk about it."

Beck pushed the coffee to her in the police canteen. "Instant, I hope you don't mind."

He took a sip of his cup. The hot coffee touched the top of his mouth. He paused, took a sip, and put the cup down.

"I won't take part in this again," said Ding Yi, holding a hot cup, but her palm felt a little cold. "Please don't come to me again."

Beck had long predicted: "does Nian Mo know you are here?"

Ding Yiyi shook his head. "I don't know. Similarly, these are my own decisions."

She was nervous. Her reason told her that what she had done was wrong, but there was a faint voice in her emotion: "you have lost your memory. Why do you want to jump into this muddy water again? Let's be bold and let go of all these things. "

"I see." Beck stood up and reached for her. "Thank you for your cooperation."

Ding Yiyi then stood up and shook hands with him, "sorry."

Back home, she was still immersed in the remorse of the decision she had made today. She didn't even notice that the doorbell rang several times.

As soon as ye nianmo entered the house, he knew she was in a daze. He took off his coat and went behind her and put his hands on her shoulder.

Seeing that she finally recovered, he kissed her cheek on the side of his head, and then got up to untie the button on his sleeve.

See him, Ding Yi's strong suddenly disintegrated, inner self blame let her bear huge pressure, she cried.

Ye nianmo hugged her, let her fall in his arms, let her cry heartily without asking the reason.

Ding Yiyi cried for a long time, until his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't open his eyes any more.

"I went to see Qiubai's tomb and went to see my sister." She said slowly, with a thick nasal voice. "I told director baker that I would not be involved in this again. I shrank."

Ye nianmo held her again, patted her on the back and said in a soft voice, "OK."

"Don't you think I'm so useless?" Ding Yiyi tried to use some words to describe his bad, "ungrateful, no sense of responsibility, only escape?"

After listening to her patiently, he said, "I don't need any reason to support you."

"Why?" Ding Yi asked with a thick nasal voice.

He laughed. "What, why? Is love a reason? "

Half an hour later, the crying Ding Yiyi quickly went to sleep, but his nose was still red because of crying. He covered the quilt for her and put incense on her, which gently closed the door.

Go to the study, he will open the computer, click into the desktop a document, which is all the cases of autumn white.

His right hand gently click on the page, the mouse in the "delete" place is free.

This matter has been very clear, the situation is almost one-sided, Beck has no chance of winning, and the reason why he did not allow all this to happen, in the final analysis, lies in his feelings for Xu Haoran.

The old man did a lot of things for him. He vowed to treat him well when he grew up. However, he could not be cruel to the people he wanted to save, even if the woman was guilty.

A slight mouse sound rings, the files on the desktop disappear, accompanied by a strong sigh sound.

The cases of burning women and stabbing the dead have not caused much fluctuation in the society. On the one hand, the media has been suppressed. On the other hand, for the people, they are forgetful. Perhaps in their subconscious, the miserable life of others is only suitable for talking about information after making tea and dinner. However, such talks are often very rich, and in a flash, there will be new materials For their recreation.

In the police station, a police officer asked, "the chief is still absent today?"

"I didn't come. I asked for leave. I don't know when it's the beginning." One of the clerks said a word, then bowed his head to deal with his own affairs, but another person interface, "anyway, the head is going to retire, another two years, now it's OK to relax."

The first police officer who began to question walked out of the Bureau and said to the two old people standing at the door, "Hello, our director is not in." Seeing the disappointed look on the faces of the two old people, he sighed, "it is estimated that tomorrow will not come, and you will not come tomorrow either."

"I knew it, I knew it!" The old man was carrying a plastic bag, in which was a bottle of mineral water. He took out the mineral water, twisted the bottle and handed it to his wife. "Drink it. Let's go."Next to the old woman nodded, although haggard, but eyes burst out of a strange color, she took, "it's OK, go, we've tried our best, to see her is also an account."

The old man nodded. He reached out and held his wife's arm. The voice of vicissitudes slightly raised the tone, "I'm protecting you behind you."

The more the police officer who was going to leave, the more wrong he felt when he listened to the conversation between the two men. With a thump in his heart, he immediately turned around and walked towards the two old men.

The old woman trembled with her hands and her mouth pointed at the mouth of the bottle. Several times, she was not sure, until the old man reached out to hold the mouth of the bottle for her.

Suddenly, the bottle was taken away, and the bottle fell to the ground. The liquid inside poured out, and the air was filled with a pungent special smell.

"What are you two doing?" The police officer was surprised and anxious, and immediately kicked the bottle away. He looked at the old man carefully, afraid that there were any pesticides on them.

The old man shook his head. "No, we are really sorry for our daughter. After so long efforts, we still can't help it. We just want to go down to meet her and say mom and dad to her is useless."

The old woman had already squatted on the ground and began to cry. She repeated, "what are you doing, police comrade? Do you know that we are suffering?"

"You always have something to say, don't you want to see the director? I'll call the director right away. He'll make the decision for you if there's anything wrong! " The police officer called to the colleague who passed by: "call the director back quickly. If you don't come back, something will happen."

For an hour and a half, Beck came in from the outside in a hurry. There were still bruises on his cheek and he looked decadent.

"Director Baker." As soon as the old man saw him, he was ready to kneel down. A policewoman rushed up and helped him up. "Grandfather, you can say something."

Beck took them into the office. "I'm sorry," he looked down at his hand, then took out a cigarette case from his jacket and smoked a cigarette, but he didn't hold it firmly. The cigarette fell to the ground.

He took another cigarette from the cigarette box, put out his hand and kneaded it. Suddenly, he smashed his fist to the table top. His voice was low, "I'm sorry."

The old man was startled by his action, then was heartbroken, "our daughter died in vain, right?"

The old man was excited and grabbed his collar. His expression was full of grief. "At that time, we didn't believe that she was innocent. She was the devil. Why don't you catch her? Why don't you send her to prison?"

"I'm sorry." Beck was holding his collar by the old man. He looked at the old man with grief and pity in his eyes. He could only repeat these two words.

The old man's wife cried bitterly and pulled her husband. "That's enough. We should have known that for a long time."

"Live well." Looking at the two old people, "if she can talk, then she will also hope you live well."

The old man shook his head. "No one can help us. This is the world. Now we only hope to be able to accompany our daughter early."

Looking at the back of the two old people, Beck tried to restrain his anger and reluctance. Now who can help him and help the poor old people?

A figure from his mind out of the blue -- Xia Yihan!

Ye family, housekeeper's face with alienated smile, "I'm sorry, my wife and my master have been invited to Italy for a holiday recently. Maybe we will return home after this season."

"I see. Excuse me." Beck nods to the other party in disappointment and walks out of Ye's house.

The servant in the door watched the man disappear at the door. "Housekeeper, don't you inform your wife, are you sure? Didn't she go to Italy the day after tomorrow

"There are some unnecessary troubles, so you don't have to let your wife know." The housekeeper still had a smile on his face, and then turned away to give the servant other tasks.

Beck came out of the Ye family and went to the villa where Ding Yi lived. He had nothing to do. It was only subconscious behavior to go anywhere.

The entrance guard is still very tight, all kinds of monitoring closely docking, he looked at the magnificent community and constantly in and out of luxury cars, ridiculed smile.

Not far away with a gentle smile of the voice like a stream of clean water into his ears, he listened carefully.

"Well, it's a white Persian cat with different color eyes, but it may have been wandering for a long time, so it's a little dirty. I wonder if you can find it without harming it, I've been looking for it for a long time."

Ding Yiyi patiently explained with the security guard that the day before yesterday she went out to throw garbage, but saw that white garbage cat was searching for food in the garbage can. As soon as she approached, the Persian cat ran away again.

After communicating with the security guard, Ding Yiyi turned to see Baker, "director Baker."

Beck smiles at her. "Hello."

Ding Yiyi is hesitant. She doesn't know what he has to say to herself and whether he wants to persuade herself. Recently, she has suffered a lot because of this. These things can't be forgotten by forgetting.