She pondered for a while before she picked up the phone and answered.

The opening sentence that has not changed for thousands of years: "Hello, I'm Huang Xinying, who are you?" ”

Inside the microphone, there was still silence.

And the man on the other end of the phone, when he heard her voice, the corners of his drooping mouth rose again, revealing an innocent and harmless smile.

To put it nicely, call this smile a childlike innocent smile.

If it's ugly, it's called a stupid mentally retarded laugh.

There is still a bit of a domineering president, don't you look angry and arrogant?

Wood has!

Huang Xinying, who had not heard back for a long time, was even more depressed.

She sighed helplessly and said, "You also made those two phone calls just now, right?" If you want to play this boring silent game, I'm sorry I don't have the time and I don't want to accompany you.

Also, please don't call again, otherwise I can only ask the police to intervene in the investigation and protection, goodbye. ”

After speaking, Huang Xinying hung up the phone straightforwardly.

After hanging up the phone, her brow was not stretched.

After thinking about it again, Huang Xinying picked up the phone again, slid the screen, opened the address book, and clicked a number neatly and dialed it out.

A few seconds later, the phone was answered: "What, you have nothing to do with me to cultivate a relationship?" ”

Huang Xinying ignored the other party's ridicule and said, "Check the IP addresses of these three numbers." ”

She sent all the three unfamiliar numbers she called just now to Tang Yuman.

Tang Yuman, who was on the other end of the phone, shook off his handsome short hair, and said briskly: "OK." ”

After ending the call here, Ye Hanyu, who was hung up on the other side, once again showed a pitiful look on his face.

It was like an abandoned giant dog, with fierce and aggrieved eyes, staring at the telephone landline in front of him.

That expression is very creepy.

A moment later, he slowly raised a sharp index finger and poked at the landline again unwilling to be lonely.

But this time, there was no unexpected connecting voice, but turned to voicemail: "Hello, I'm Huang Xinying, it's inconvenient to answer the phone now, please leave a message if you have something." ”

However, the night boss, who seems to be particularly easy to satisfy, slowly bloomed a faint smile on his cold and sharp face.

Maybe he had really waited too long, been lonely for too long, so that as long as he could hear a little news about her, he would be happy all day.

What's more, this is still a long-lost voice that can pull his heartbeat.

For five years, he often dreamed of her in his sleep, but he could no longer touch her familiar face with a warm smile, nor could he hear her sweet and touching voice again.

The more I miss it, the more my heart cramps.

He has been awakened from nightmares for countless nights.

She kept calling out his name in her dreams, her eyes desperate and tears streaming down her face.

But when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch her face, and when he touched it, it shattered like foam.

He wasn't there for her when she needed him most.

Every time he thought of this, Ye Hanyu felt that his heart was being pinched fiercely, and it hurt.

When he wakes up, he can only be furious and transfer his anger to others.

Each time a large number of people were sent to look for it, but each time it was in vain.

His temper became more and more irritable, his personality became more and more cold, and he was angry with the people and things around him at every turn.

Not only others, but even he himself wondered if he was suffering from an incurable mental illness.