Wild Games: The Devil Let My Mommy Go

Yin Yanyan lowered her eyes and did not look at him. ()

She knew that his ability to say these words meant that he really wanted to let go.

We would be strangers when we meet again, which is what she had always hoped for. But now that it has really come true, it feels like a big hole has slowly opened in her heart, the pain is bone-piercing and the feeling of emptiness...

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The plane landed in the nearest city.

Yin Yanyan, Ye Yanmo, Kuang Jingye and all the passengers on the plane went to the police station to take notes.

The injured on the plane need to be treated immediately, the dead bodies need to be removed, and the entire cabin needs to be re-cleaned...

Yin Yanyan completed the transcript at the police station and transferred to another flight under the arrangement of the crew.

By the time we arrived at City D, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

During this period, she did not see Ye Yanmo again.

He seemed to have deliberately avoided her, just as he promised her, he never appeared in front of her again.

City D is still brightly lit late at night, and the city's construction is changing with each passing day.

She had been away from this place for six years, and some of the buildings in her original memory had long since disappeared.

The gorgeous neon lights are flashing, just like her ups and downs of mood now.

Although there are still some things that have not changed, there is a feeling in her eyes that things have changed.

She found a hotel to rest for one night, and went to Tiange Entertainment Company for an interview the next day.

The hotel she stayed in was a bit far away from Tiange Entertainment Company, so she had to take a taxi.

This taxi driver is a talker.

He probably heard the local accent in Yin Yanyan's speech, which was particularly enthusiastic and the topics were particularly exciting.

From the changes in City D over the years, we talk about the disputes over Diaoxia Island (I changed a word for fear of harmony, it’s not that Mumu doesn’t know this place).

From Diao Xi Island, we talked about the Nanjing Massacre, and then we talked about Qin Shihuang...

In short, the topics at home and abroad jump all over the place...

Yin Yanyan listened to the driver talking about the train, and his head was as big as a bucket.[

But after all, she heard her hometown dialect for the first time in six years, and she couldn't bear to interrupt him.

I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm a little sleepy now.

She leaned on the passenger seat, closed her eyes slightly, listened to every word, and took a nap.

"Chi!" A sound awoke Yin Yanyan's mind, and then the taxi suddenly stopped.

Yin Yanyan rushed forward and almost hit the windshield.

Fortunately, she grabbed the armrest next to her in time and avoided a bloody disaster.

Damn, this driver is not only a chatterbox, but it turns out that driving is even more unreliable than her...

She looked up and saw black lines.

The taxi she was riding in actually scraped against a white Maserati, scraping a layer of paint off the front of the white Maserati...

The taxi driver, who had been eloquent just now, suddenly stopped talking. He opened his mouth slightly and was making clay and wood carvings.

Yin Yanyan rubbed her eyebrows with a headache. Is she closely related to car crashes recently?

I would crash when driving, but I didn’t expect that I would crash if I took a taxi!

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