"Is that true, maybe..."

"Sir, do you have any worries when you look bad?"

When Dong Yi heard this, he sighed slightly and asked: "Driver, I will ask you one thing, you can choose not to answer!"

"What's up?"

"I mean, what would happen if your child disappeared?"

"Then I will definitely look for it all over the world!"

"What if I can't find it?"

The driver was silent and said slowly after a moment: "I don't know, maybe it's my lifelong pain. Why did you have something wrong with your child?"

Dong Yi shook his head: "No, I just ask casually!"

Hearing the taxi driver's reply, Dong Yi felt that the case handed over to him by the police station this time was a bit heavy. Judging from the information he learned, there were no less than a hundred children missing during this period. I really don't know whose work it was.

Dong Yi couldn't help but look at the red lights and green wines of the lonely city of Hong Kong Island outside the car window. He inexplicably thought that this world might be performing all kinds of novel things at this moment, and there might be people who are as busy as him, shuttled through complex events every day.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that the longer he had traveled, the deeper he felt he was trapped in these things.

It's like falling into a rose bush, surrounded by bright beauty, but it's also scarred by sharp thorns.

Perhaps no matter whether you travel through time or not, as long as you live in the world, people in the world are butterflies piercing their wings in the rose bushes, and no one can escape the world.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Dong Yi took a taxi downstairs and got out of the car, facing the neon lights and the roar of the car. He was not in a good mood. The building was his warm home, but he did not step into it directly.

Instead, I chose to stop downstairs and light a cigarette, hoping to spit out the negative emotions brought by reading the files today with the smoke in my mouth.

There was a pool of water in the open space downstairs. Dong Yi couldn't help but step on it, looking down at the reflection above, suddenly feeling the familiar reflection, which seemed a little strange.

Looking at his face in the accumulated water, Dong Yi exhaled a mouthful of melancholy and murmured to himself: "Human hearts are human hearts, no matter how you look at them, it's so dazzling!"

Then Dong Yi calmed down, stepped into the building, entered the elevator, and went to the floor where his house was.

He walked to his door, took out the key, and twisted the door lock. When he opened the door, Dong Yi looked at the scene in front of him, stunned and blinked hard, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

I saw a group of chefs standing at home cooking delicacies, and exquisite dishes were placed on the dining table.

Champagne, cigar, lobster, and seafood are all available.

Looking at Dong Biao's arms were spread out, and a mirror stood in front of him. He was holding a soft ruler to measure his figure. He was wearing a white tuxedo all over his body, and his hair was shiny.

On the other side, Fat Mom was wearing a large white skirt. I don’t know what was inlaid on the fabric, and Bu Linlin shone brightly.

Xiaoling was wearing white children's clothes and was having fun holding a large Mickey in her arms!

Ah Zhen trims her hairstyle under the care of a hairstylist.

When the family saw Dong Yi, Dong Biao squinted his eyes slightly while tilting his chin and tilting his chin toward Dong Yi in a lazy and confident tone: "Ayi, you are back...

Just come here quickly, I'll ask someone to tailor some clothes, you can come together too!"

Gudu, Dong Yi rolled his Adam's apple and couldn't help swallowing. He stared at his eyes and closed the door with a confused look on his face. He came to the extended dining table in the house, looking at the dishes on it, and looked at the many large lobsters.

Uncontrollably picked up a flat wine bottle on the dining table and looked at it carefully. Looking at the signs on it, one fork and one circle, I couldn't help but mutter: "Damn it! xo?!"

When he came to his mother's side, the fat mother scrutted her new hairstyle with a smirk, and smiled: "Ayi, isn't my mother's white skirt and hairstyle good?"

Dong Yi nodded blankly, and then asked carefully: "Mom, are you okay? What's the point of doing this?"

The fat mother waved casually: "Hi, what can we do? If you hadn't gone to the police station today, we would have gone to a five-star hotel to enjoy it.

It’s just that I hired professionals to come to my home and arranged all this in order not to leave you alone!”

At this time, Dong Biao just finished measuring his figure. The tailor next to him said with a smile: "Sir, your figure has been measured. I'll go back and make clothes for you!"

"Hey! Don't be busy for now, give me my son... I will measure it for my eldest son of the Dong family and make a few beautiful suits for him!"

Then the man came to Dong Yi and said, "Sir, please come with me."

"Uh... OK!"

Dong Yi was a little flattered by this situation. He felt that his brain was a little insufficient. He came to the mirror with the tailor in a daze and measured his figure.

Dong Yi was uneasy: "Dad, what happened? You shouldn't be stimulated by anything, right?"

Dong Biao looked as if he was alive. He waved his hand slowly after hearing this: "Oh, you should be decent and not lose your sense of propriety. Remember, as the eldest son of my Dong family, your words and deeds must be noble, and you should not be surprised by praise or disgrace, and be elegant and gentleman!"

When Dong Yi heard this, his nose and mouth opened slightly, feeling something wrong with his ears, and stared at the old father beside him silently.

Seeing Dong Yi's appearance, Dong Biao shook his head: "Oh... I just told you so much, you should pay attention to your demeanor. Look at you and show your appearance again. It's really out of character. Don't look like other small families who have never seen the world!"

"Yeah~~~"

Dong Yi opened his mouth half open, looking at his dad incredibly, muttering: "Dad... are you... Are you crazy?"

When Dong Biao heard this, he looked solemnly: "What are you saying? I'm fine with your dad. I think today is the most energetic day in my life!"

When the tailor finished measuring Dong Yi's figure, Dong Yi looked around and looked at the family in the house, and hesitantly walked to Azhen. He saw him crossing his legs and sitting on the chair, and a hairstylist was trimming her hairstyle.

Dong Yi was surprised: "Azhen, what's wrong with my parents? What's wrong with me? Why is it wrong for me to think about it?"

Azhen raised her orchid fingers and gently touched her cheeks with her fingertips. Only then did Dong Yi realize that Azhen, who didn't put on much makeup, had actually put on makeup and applied a strong lipstick.

Azhen raised the orchid and pointed at Dong Yi: "My stupid brother!

Why do you make such a fuss? Don’t lose face in our Dong family.

Now he is also a rich young master, so he should have the style that rich children should have like me!"
Chapter completed!