After three days of cultivation, ye Tingyun was finally able to go down to the ground. The first time he went to see ye Chu, he had too much to ask Ye Chu. Wei Lin stopped him, deeply afraid that he would be killed by Ye Chu's stabbing again. He was careful, and his attitude towards ye Chu was simply an enemy.

"Who do you show your face to?" Ye Tingyun asked faintly, his injury was heavy, his face was pale, and he had changed from a gentle childe to a sick childe. His dark eyes looked at people, which was frightening. Wei Lin didn't dare to lie, "I'm afraid she'll do it to you again."

"Too much trouble." Ye Tingyun looked at him and wanted to say more, but he was anxious to see ye Chu. He ignored him. Wei Lin curled his lips and thought to himself that if you were stabbed again, you would be honest, my second young master.

Seeing ye Tingyun at the beginning of the night, her face was expressionless. She was better against pressure. Although she was under house arrest, she was not allowed to go anywhere. She didn't hurt herself with what she should eat and drink. She even had to order a meal. This day made Wei Lin miserable, and she didn't dare to really compete with her.

"Not dead." I haven't seen him for a week at the beginning of the night. "I thought you hung up."

Ye Tingyun looked at her deeply. He was absolutely right about the blue eyes that flashed by that day. She also had a pair of different pupils. He was stabbed by Ye Chu only after his heart was broken.

How cruel.

A knife almost killed him.

"I ask you, what is your English name?"

"I don't know!" Ye Chu looked at him coldly and jumped onto the windowsill. Ye Tingyun's wound hurt badly. He approached her step by step. Ye Chu said faintly, "ye Tingyun, you don't want to die, stay away from me."

"Don't you have any impression of Paris?" Ye Tingyun's dark eyes sank like the sea at night, like a storm brewing, "do you have photos of your childhood?"

At the beginning of the night, he looked at his sad eyes and frowned slightly. What did he mean?

"You have lost your memory. Have you ever worn a white bracelet on your hand?" Ye Tingyun's breathing was painful, and there were some sealed memories, which made him gasp, "is your English name Emma?"

"You... When you cry, is your left eye blue?"

"Do you have a peach petal birthmark on your back?"

At the beginning of the night, "..."

Is he sick?

How does she know when she asks so many questions?

"Have you... Forgotten a very important person?" Ye Tingyun almost lost confidence after looking for so many years. He once said that it was easy for him to find someone, but the person he most wanted to find was he who had been looking for 11 years and had never heard anything again. "

He has no enthusiasm for communication technology.

He doesn't like tracking technology at all.

When he was a child, his greatest dream was to be a photographer, carrying a camera to shoot the best moments in the world.

He never thought of becoming a technician and developing a communication company into the world's most cutting-edge technology company. He won more than a dozen personal patents in communication, tracking and anti tracking. The company won more than 50 patents, not for wealth, not for the benefit of mankind, but just to find someone.

Ye Tingyun took out his pocket watch, which he had never left his body, and simply pressed a key. The ward instantly changed into a world, the light was all dark, and a holographic image appeared in front of Ye Chu.

The little girl in the hologram is only about seven or eight years old, with pink makeup and jade carving, two fried dough twist braids, a pink blue skirt and a small wreath, and a sweet smile.