Ye Ming watched her figure disappear from his sight little by little. He did nothing because he couldn't do anything.
...
He Bing returned to her room and sat on the bed in a daze.
A few minutes later, she opened the thin notebook on the table, reached out and tied her long black hair into a ponytail with a rubber band, revealing her slender pink neck like a swan.
With green-white fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, she logged into the FIU backend and checked the license plate of the van.
The results showed that the license plate had not been registered.
He actually used a fake license plate!
He Bingbing raised his red lips coldly, he always has a way to find loopholes so that no one can detect him!
She will catch him one day!
She will pick him out with her own hands!
He Bing took out his mobile phone and dialed a mobile number.
The melodious ringtone of the mobile phone rang once, and a familiar voice came from the other end, "Bingbing, are you home?"
"Brother, help me check a license plate."
"Okay, what license plate?"
He Bing reported the license plate number.
The other end was silent for a few seconds, "Bingbing, is he back?"
He Bing frowned, "He?"
"Yes, that's him, the man you wanted to go with three years ago."
He Bing didn't answer. She lowered her eyes and looked at the peaked cap in her hand. She brought the cap he was wearing back with her and kept it in her hand.
She put his peaked cap under her nose and took a breath, feeling the masculine scent of him.
How could she admit her mistake?
That man, that man named Ye Ming, she could recognize him at a glance even if he turned into ashes.
She had already recognized him in the van just now. His figure, his breath, and his taste had penetrated deeply into her bones and blood, and she recognized him.
It's so ridiculous that the man who died three years ago is back.
She was full of confidence and thought he was Ye Ming, but when she took off his peaked cap, it turned out that it was not his face.
Why not him?
Did she admit her mistake?
Maybe she was wrong. If he hadn't died, in the past three years... why didn't he come back?
If that was him, why was his right leg missing?
She saw his empty right leg, which was already disabled.
So, is that Ye Ming?
She doesn't know either.
She only knew that her long-calm heart was suddenly in chaos. His appearance was like a stone suddenly thrown into the lake of her peaceful heart, causing ripples to ripple in her circles.
"Bingbing, have you forgotten him yet?" Na Duan asked.
"I forgot......"
"Bingbing, you don't need to answer me. I forgot this sentence. You just need to convince yourself." The other party hung up the phone directly.
He Bing put down her mobile phone and lay on the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a while. She remembered that she had just completed the operation three years ago, and the personal butler brought a huge property transfer letter and told her tactfully -
--He's gone, he doesn't want her anymore.
He Bing reached out and threw the peaked cap directly into the trash can.