Golden House Tibetan cat

At the same time, Juju heard a burst of exclamation from the crowd behind him.

He turned his head and saw Yin Yewang standing on the crosswalk and running towards him, and a large truck that was out of control was rushing towards Yin Yewang from the crowd!

Yin Yewang's chest was burning hot, the suit on his body bound his movements, and the leather shoes made his feet sore when he ran, and the most terrible thing was that the stupid cat didn't know where it went!

The crowds were crowded, the vehicles were speeding, and a cat got into it like a drop of water fell into the sea, and it couldn't be found no matter how hard it was looked for.

It is possible that he will never see his cat again.

This thought flashed through Yin Yewang's mind, a bit of coldness emerged from his bones, freezing the fire in his chest, and even his heart was gouged out by a cat's paw, Even the brain is a little numb.

Then he heard a scream, coming from the side, and then the fishy wind that rushed to his face.

Yin Ye looked back.

A large truck had rushed up to a distance of one meter in front of him, and he could no longer see the driver from this angle, only the hideous front and rapidly spinning tires.

As long as it hits it, it will either die or be disabled.

One second before death, Yin Yewang's mind flashed the images of his past years, and the last thing that was frozen in his mind was the scene in his dream.

The bathtub, the steam, the boy's waist.

In a trance, Yin Yewang seemed to be hallucinating, and the screams around him seemed to be frozen, like a cicada being wrapped in amber that fell from a tree, and everything became still.

Then a small figure appeared in front of him.

There was a strong white light reflected in Yin Yewang's black eyes, he watched helplessly as the white light suddenly enlarged, and a slender young man emerged from the white light.

His pupils dilated accordingly, and he saw the other person's back, saw the other person waved his hand violently, and saw a burst of stronger white light erupting from the person.

His eyes were shrouded in white light, and then there was a burst of dizziness.

The wind blew past the ears, the body felt light for a while, and the amber that included everyone seemed to disappear at once, and the surrounding noises suddenly forced into the ears again.

The sound of the roaring engine, the scream of the terrified girl, and the kind-hearted man rushing over and shouting "Fu Da Ming Da", these sounds seemed to resound in my ears.

Yin Yewang felt that he was still awake, but he couldn't open his eyes, he could feel a little furry paw pressing on his face, and then he heard a slight meow.

Then, Yin Yewang's world fell into darkness.

Yin Yewang had that dream again.

Since that time in the bathroom, he has always dreamed of that boy over and over again, like a curse that he can't undo or forget.

This time, he still fell into the bathtub, with warm water under his body, and a mist in front of his eyes. In that mist, Yin Yewang couldn't help stretching out his hand.

He would feel the smooth skin, and the hand would reach out and hold his head in the water.

But this time, Yin Yewang found nothing.

He looked at his hands in surprise.

His hand touched the young man's body, as if a piece of mist had been blown away, and he watched helplessly that the young man's body began to gradually dissipate, mixing with the original water vapor.

No!

An indescribable panic permeated his heart, Yin Ye looked down and sat up suddenly from the bed!

It was dark when he awoke.

He was lying in a ward, the air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant, a cold light was on above his head, the window of the ward was half open, and there was cold damp wind and the sound of pattering rain pouring in from outside the window.

Yin Yewang sat there for a few seconds before he touched his body belatedly.

He was in good health, everything was well, and there was not a single wound.

But how is it possible?

He clearly remembered the appearance of the car that hit it, even the license plate number, and...

When Yin Yewang thought of this, he suddenly felt pain in the back of his head, he let out a soft "hiss", raised his hand and rubbed his head.

What did he forget?

"Boss Yin, are you awake?" The secretary who had just paid the fee came in from the door. As soon as he came in, he saw Yin Yewang frowning and rubbing his neck. He hurried over with a thankful expression on his face: "That's great." Thankfully, you are fine, if something goes wrong, our company will be in chaos tomorrow."

Yin Yewang closed his eyes.

His head hurt more and more, and the more he thought about it, the more it hurt, so much so that when he spoke, his voice was a bit hoarse: "Has the driver found out?"

"The driver who caused the accident has been caught. He said that he was driving fatigued and it was an accident. We have already called the police. By the way, there are some kind people who helped you call 120, but it was a bit late when they arrived. Fortunately, you Just a little bruise, otherwise it would be too late."

No, not right.

Yin Yewang's forehead had blue veins popping out.

How could there be only such a little injury?

The car was hit by someone who was heading straight for him. He was sure that he didn't dodge it. Logically speaking, he was either dead or disabled, and on such a busy street, the driver could accurately avoid other pedestrians and only run towards him. How could it be fatigue driving?

What the hell did he forget?

"Boss Yin?" Seeing that Yin Yewang's face was pale, the secretary asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Yin Yewang touched his forehead, he thought for a while, his forehead was so painful that cold sweat broke out, his elbow brushed his pocket inadvertently, and it seemed like a flash of light flashed in a trance.

photo.

He hurriedly took out the photo from his pocket. In the photo was still the boy, smiling brightly. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, and was warm, like a gorgeous sunflower.

Yin Yewang pursed his thin lips together, and stared at the photo with sharp eyes. He always felt that this boy looked familiar, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't figure out where he had seen it before.

The secretary stood beside him, seeing Yin Yewang staring at the photo, he quickly said, "Boss Yin, Director Wang is already asking the people below to contact the actor in the photo, and he should be able to find him soon."

Yin Ye stared for a moment, and suddenly some pictures appeared in his mind.

He took the photo from Director Wang and stuffed it into his pocket.

It turned out to be like this, it was just an actor who had nothing to do with it.

Yin Yewang took a breath, put down the photo, and signaled the secretary to go out: "I'll take a rest by myself, don't wait for me, I'll go back to the company by myself later."

At this time, the whole company is still working overtime for hot spots on Weibo, so Yin Yewang, an overtime madman, naturally can't skip work.

The secretary was almost weeping with joy, their money-making machine came back, and she nodded happily when she heard this.

As soon as the secretary left, Yin Yewang took out his mobile phone, called his friend in this field, asked to interrogate the driver, and asked to watch the surveillance video.

"The driver is still being interrogated, and there is no result yet. I checked the surveillance video as soon as the incident came out, but..." The friend's voice was slightly lowered, with a hint of reminder: "But I don't know anything. I didn’t find out, and the surveillance in that area suddenly broke down.”

Yin Yewang was sitting on the hospital bed with his eyelids slightly drooping. His eyes would always glance at the photos next to him inadvertently, and he seemed to be half a beat behind in responding: "Well, did you find anything from the driver?"

"Although there is no result from the driver himself, we have found a collection." The friend said: "300 million, the sender is Zhao Yi, and we are looking for this person now."

Zhao Yi.

Yin Yewang remembered this person.

His fingers unconsciously slid across the edge of the photo, and after thanking his friends, he leaned on the hospital bed and closed his eyes to think.

He thought that his nominal brother might have done this, but he didn't expect it to be Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi can also be regarded as a small guy in the entertainment industry, but his position is not obtained by himself, but by flattering Zhang Zechuan. He is Zhang Zechuan's dog leg, basically Zhang Zechuan's hand pointing where to go, Zhao Yi pounced on it and bit there.

Yin Yewang sneered and put down his phone.

He really didn't expect Zhao Yi and Zhang Zechuan to have the courage to play these tricks on his head.

Just as Yin Yewang thought of this, the door was suddenly pulled open.

The secretary seemed to have just remembered something, and walked over quickly: "President Yin, this is your bell. A passer-by gave it to me just now, saying that it was picked up by your side. I forgot to give it to you. I will return it first." company."

With that said, the secretary handed Yin Yewang a small golden bell, turned around and left.

The little golden bell fell into his hand, and Yin Yewang pinched the bell, thinking in a daze, where did he get the bell?

He turned the bell over and looked at it, and remembered that his sister once kept a cat with him, and that cat was still in the cattery.

Yin Yewang wanted to throw the little bell away. He never liked such noisy little things. Anyway, the cat would be sent to his sister on the plane tomorrow anyway.

But for some reason, at the moment when the bell was about to be thrown away, Yin Yewang changed his mind and squeezed the bell back into his hand. He leaned back on the bed and frowned while thinking, while holding the bell vaguely to play .

He always feels that he has forgotten a very important thing, what is it?

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