"I don''t care how you''re going. Anyway, I''m going to leave. Let me tell you."


    "Now?"


    "Yes, my husband urged me to go back. I have already bought the air ticket and there is an hour''s flight. Ye Anqi, it''s not easy to catch a handsome man this time. Don''t be cheated. Some men are handsome, but they don''t have a dime. You should pay attention. Don''t sleep with me and lose money. You should polish your eyes. If you don''t know people clearly, I can ask my husband to help you investigate. He knows almost everyone in the rich circle... "


    "I thought I took a picture of you dancing with other men yesterday." Ye Anqi said suddenly.


    Suana was silent at the end. "If you send it to my husband, I''ll kill you!"


    "So shut up."


    "Well, good intentions are not rewarded! You just wait to be cheated. " Suana hung up angrily.


    Ye Anqi''s ears are quiet.


    She had time to look at her room.


    The room is very luxurious, but you can see it is the guest room.


    Glass sliding door is the balcony.


    Ye Anqi goes to the balcony, pulls open the sliding door.


    Then she saw a man swimming in the pool not far ahead.


    His vigorous body is like a fierce white shark in the blue water.


    That person is no one else, is the night release day


    Ye took a deep breath.


    How similar are such scenes.


    In the dream of Satan manor, he also loves swimming.


    The man in the pool looked up and saw her.


    Ye Anqi turned into the house and didn''t want to look at him.


    The eyes of Yeshi Tian flashed. I don''t know why. He felt familiar with the picture just now.


    It seems like it happened at some time.


    But he was sure that he had not lost his memory, that there was no gap in his memory.


    But why, see ye Anqi, he always has a kind of once knew her feeling?


    Don''t tell him. He''s been through it.


    He doesn''t believe that.


    ……


    Ye Anqi came out after washing and went to the restaurant with the servant.


    Timothy is already sitting in the restaurant, enjoying the food.


    "Fox, come here." Timothy saw her and said hello with a smile.


    He was handsome and had an aristocratic air.


    So he''s so familiar with himself that it''s not offensive at all.


    Ye Anqi went to sit down. "My name is Ye Anqi."


    "That''s a nice name." Timothy took a sip of milk. "Did little fox sleep well last night?"


    "Mr. Timothy, please call me angel ye," she said


    "Angel."


    "My name is angel Ye."


    "Kiki."


    Ye Anqi suddenly fell into a trance. She took a look at Timothy. From his eyebrows and eyes, she seemed to see the shadow of the North depth of field.


    But soon she denied the idea.


    After all, Timothy and the North view are quite different in depth.


    "Mr. Timothy, just call me angel ye, or you can call me angle."


    Timothy laughed: "I still like to call you fox."


    "Why?"


    "Guess?"


    Ye Anqi raised her eyebrows, "because I''m like a fox spirit?"


    Timothy laughed. "Someone said you were like a fox?"


    "You''re calling me fox."


    "I just feel like you''re cunning."


    "Why?"


    They seem to know each other. That''s how he knows her?


    Timothy took out his mobile phone and showed her a picture.


    Ye Anqi looked --


    it was a picture of her and Timothy, taken in a bar.