1506: C1506 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1434

C1506 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1434

Baker didn't say anything and just hung up. Coincidentally, a colleague walked past the office. Baker didn't say anything and just hung up. Baker didn't say anything and hung up.

The door to the conference room was still closed. He stood in the doorway for a moment, took a cigarette from his pocket, and a cigarette from the iron pack. After playing with it for a while, he tossed it into the trash can beside him and pushed the door open.

"Bureau Chief Baker, long time no see." The governor of Dongjiang City said to him with a smile, "We old bones are about to retire soon. The outside world belongs to those young people."

Baker rubbed the cigarette under his nose with his finger and smiled along with him. However, it was a shallow smile, "It's all thanks to the governor."

"Don't say it like that, I've been doing this for a long time, and I'm going to be in a new job soon. I'll retire after this period of time." He stood up and walked over to pat him on the shoulder. "I believe you know why I came to see you today." He paused, then continued, "It's a small matter, right? That man came into the house with a murder weapon. In order to prevent him from harming his family, the victim justifiably defended himself."

Baker stood there without saying a word. His nostrils flared as he tried to sniff the smell of the cigarette at the tip of his finger.

The pressure on his shoulder was too heavy, "You are also going to retire soon, just give those things to the young people to do."

"Governor." "Let me think."

The governor looked at him meaningfully, "As far as I know, you've already compromised more than once. Just compromise once more."

He patted Chen Xiaolian's shoulder once more and walked out of the meeting room. Soon, he heard a voice greeting him from outside the door.

Seeing Baker walk out of the meeting room, one of the policemen called out, "Bureau Chief, the official documents are coming down. Let's go for a meeting."

"Said I was sick." He answered and went out.

A woman was walking leisurely in the jail. Her face was terrifying, her burnt skin was tangled together, and her eyes were cold.

"I want to see Ye Nianmo." she repeated to the people around her, full of longing for the man she was about to see.

When she was informed that someone wanted to see her, she was overjoyed and excited. In any case, it was fine as long as he was willing to come.

When she entered the enclosed room, she saw Baker who she had met several times. She immediately felt disappointed and resented Ye Nianmo's heartlessness.

"You seem to know me." Baker had always felt that the other person was very familiar, but it was impossible to guess who he was just by looking at his face.

"I want to see Ye Nianmo." Ao Xue repeated her words with eyes full of determination, "As long as you want me to meet him, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

Baker looked at the shrewd woman in front of him. He was a judicial officer and should have pursued justice and justice, but there were many things in the world that you couldn't do just because you wanted to.

He got up. "Sorry, he won't come."

Ao Xue's voice was like a shadow following her. "Actually, you guys can't do anything to me, right?" She sneered. "I know the law, too. I haven't done anything to you for so long. Is someone protecting me behind my back?"

She knew Xu Haorann's background, and thought that he must be protecting her behind his back, so she became a bit more confident, "Since you guys can't punish me, then quickly let me go."

Baker slowly clenched his hands into fists. He glanced at the other party from the side, then walked out of the room with big steps.

The fresh air outside the house made him feel a little better. He took out his phone to call Ye Nianmo, but the moment he thought about it, it was immediately extinguished. He wouldn't understand the world of the rich, no matter if it was Ye Zimo or his son.

At the same time, in the coffee shop, Ding Yiyi was obviously very happy and surprised to see Ye Nianmo, "Has it been an hour? Time flies. "

Ye Nianmo patted her head and said lovingly, "Sorry for making everyone wait."

After they exchanged a few more words, Ding Yiyi stood up and said, "Sorry, I need to go to the washroom."

When he could not see anyone, Jiao Biao looked at Ye Nianmo's face, "Did something happen just now?" You have a little mood swings. "

"I don't need treatment." Ye Nianmo said lightly.

The other man shrugged and took the drawing from Ding Yiyi. "My assistant and I asked her to draw it, and while she was painting, we guided her and drew everything she could think of."

Ye Nianmo looked at the rather cold painting in front of him and asked in a deep voice, "What does this mean?"

"Her mental state is still considered healthy," the assistant who played his wife said. "Look at her painting of the stove, the sun, and the children playing in the water, using orange, ice blue, etc.

After Ye Nianmo heard what she said, he said, "She's been having insomnia."

"As long as you are a person, you will think a lot of things and eventually lose your sleep. On the contrary, I think that you are more likely to have mental problems than her because you are too persistent with her." Jiao Bianyi looked at the man in front of him and stood up. "Anyway, we have decided that we should accompany her more and solve the root cause of her insomnia from the psychological perspective."

He walked towards the door and turned around after a few steps, "Oh right, there's also Mr Xu. He will be in a much better condition than Miss Ding, and he will also require psychological intervention in the future."

When Ding Yiyi came out of the bathroom, the two men had already left. She was a little surprised. "They already left?"

"Yes, there is." Ye Nianmo said.

She sat back down and said with a smile, "Those two people are really interesting. I even helped them draw a picture of the child. I think that I did a good painting. I really hope that the child can be praised by teacher."

Ye Nianmo looked at him lovingly and suddenly said, "Do you want to go somewhere to play?"

"What?" Ding Yiyi was stunned, obviously not having recovered from his words.

Ye Nianmo stood up and walked towards the counter. Not long later, he brought back a scroll with a map of the world. He spread it out like he was looking for something proper and started looking for it seriously.

Seeing that he was serious, Ding Yiyi smiled and patted his shoulder. "Stop messing around. Don't you have to work anymore?"

"I'm fine." Ye Nianmo's gaze landed on a certain location on the map. "Iceland?"

"Iceland? I heard that it's very pretty there. "Ding Yiyi was moved by his words and recalled it thoughtfully. When she came back to her senses, she smiled and said," I already said that it's not appropriate to go there now.

Her mood suddenly dropped. "It's really not suitable to go now right? There are too many things."

"Allow me." Ye Nianmo looked at her seriously, "So if you don't want to see it, if you don't want to hear it, then let me do it."

Ding Yiyi smiled and tilted her head as she pondered. "It sounds like a black hole from the universe. Anything you don't want can be stuffed inside."

He held her hand and silently raised the corner of his mouth as he asked: "Then, are you willing?"

The air was filled with a faint ambiguous smell. The melodious music from the cafe became the best catalyst. Ding Yiyi stared at him, unable to shift her gaze away.

This sweet feeling lasted all day. When night fell, Ding Yiyi started to get impatient again.

It was already 9: 30. She walked out of the bathroom. She had taken a hot bath based on the information she had found on the internet and had a glass of milk, but she was still in high spirits.

"Knock knock knock." Someone knocked on the door. Ye Nianmo's voice sounded, "Can you come downstairs?"

She went downstairs and saw that the TV was on. Ye Nianmo pressed the remote control to choose something.

"What kind of movies would you like to see?" He didn't look back, his gaze never leaving the television screen.

Ding Yiyi sat beside him and watched the rows of movies on the TV screen. She also wanted to watch movies, so she suggested, "How about watching ghost movies?"

Ye Nianmo quickly selected a piece. After clicking it, a sound similar to drumming could be heard.

The screen on the television was blood-red. In an alleyway with no end in sight, a slim figure was squatting on the ground. Under a street lamp not far away, a moth was flying around the suddenly flickering electric light.

The melodious sound of a bicycle bell rang. A drunk man on an old-fashioned bicycle rushed home as he hummed a melody.

Seeing a figure crouching in a corner, the man's arm trembled in fright. The car crashed into the wall, and he hastily braked to a stop before jumping off the car.

"You little kid, why did you come here so late at night instead of sleeping at home? Where's your mother and father?!" As soon as the man saw that it was a child, he immediately cursed and woke up with half the wine in his mouth.

The child in the corner moved, and his thin shoulders slowly turned around. At that moment, the street light flashed again, and the young man took a step back in fright as he swore.1

The little girl was very clever and cute, but her face was as pale as if she had been out of the sun for a long time. Her voice also sounded very timid. "I don't have a home, only this."

She looked down at the small box she was holding in her arms. "I don't have a home," she said softly.

The man sighed. During times of turmoil, too many people had separated from their wives. The most pitiful thing was that these children had lost their families without knowing anything.

"Right now, it's too dangerous to be alone at night. How about this, you come to my house, you leave tomorrow, I'm poor too. I don't have anything to support you." The man sighed and pushed his bicycle from the corner, minding his own business as he walked a few steps.

A cold wind blew behind him. He turned his head around and saw Jing standing there with her arms around the red box.

Half her face was in the orange light of the street lamp, half her face in the shadows, and the dark blue cotton robe she was wearing seemed as if it was going to disappear into the darkness.

"Are you still not going?" Startled, the man took a step back, thinking to himself, It can't be that I've run into a live death.

The little girl gently nodded her head and followed behind him with the crimson box. Her footsteps were so light that no sound could be heard.

The man looked at her feet and saw that there were people stepping on the ground and there were also shadows. Only then did he feel relieved, pushing the bicycle back to his run-down apartment with the children.

"You sleep on the bed, I sleep on the sofa." Entering the apartment, he lit a candle. Looking at the little girl's face, which was obscured by the candlelight, he lit another candle. Feeling that the room was much brighter, he walked towards a very worn out green sofa by the window.

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