The screen flashed, and Zheng Feiyu's blood dropped to freezing point.

He remembers this clip.

More than a year ago, when he woke up in a shabby rental house for the first time, He An sat by the bed in the same posture, wrapped in a dirty thin blanket, and looked at him in panic.

But the face in the memory ... why became a nightingale?

Zheng Feiyu tried hard to recall the appearance of He An, but found that he couldn't remember anything. When he was awake, he only saw He An's side, and vaguely remembered that it should be a face with mediocrity and solitude, which could not be compared with Little Nightingale. With four postures, he could never do anything.

There must be confusion between memories and dreams.

No, he immediately denied this conjecture: how could the last night's fish-water Huanming muscle piercing bones be just a spring dream?

Little nightingales are real.

He asked the "birdcage" for photos of each little bird, rummaging one by one, but found nothing. He refused to give up and called all the little chicks who had been out of the cage to the reception room last night. The sweet Omega pheromone was mixed together and thicker than the thick syrup.

He had seen each face in person, and had examined each person's back neck in person—the skin was smooth and undamaged, and none had been marked.

"He was ... the one in the middle of the night yesterday, which closed the plenary hall ..."

"Yes, it's him, it tastes exactly the same!"

The little chicks whispered. Many people are agitated, showing a look of love-after all, which Omega does not want to be bathed by the powerful Alpha pheromone?

One of them apparently got out of bed without getting enough sleep, his body up and down.

He raised his hand and said lazily, "Sir, you don't have to find them one by one. It's your pheromone last night, who really did it with you, not to mention this club, you are separated by ten streets. Can catch him. "

The other little chicks nodded in agreement.

There were a few bold steps forward, and Mao Sui recommended himself and said with a smile, "Sir, don't you look for him. He looks good, don't we look good? You pick a pleasing eye to take back to raise a cricket, maybe for a long time ... just like it. "

Zheng Feiyu was unmoved: "Sorry to disturb you."

His attitude was cold and clear. The little **** looked at each other, disappointed, and turned away one by one.

There was only him left in the parlor room. He was sitting on the sofa, leaning back against the sofa in a weary manner, inserting his fingers deep into his hair, rubbing his painful temple with his thumb.

Time is passing fast. ??

The clock over his head was past eight o'clock, then 8.01, 8.02 ... It was time for him to appear in Jiusheng.

Phones and text messages came in one after another, asking where he was, urging him to show up as soon as possible, reminding him that there is still a mountain of work waiting to be processed today.

But Zheng Feizhen did not touch the phone.

What's the point of working tirelessly if you can't find Little Nightingale? There are thousands of people in Jiusheng who can't break without him, and his Omega ... accidentally climbed into his bed and was marked by him. In addition to him, from now on, Who can I rely on?

He wants to find him as soon as possible, and dedicate his time, money, and emotions to him.

When this idea of ​​apostasy appeared in his mind, Zheng Feiyan, who had always focused on his career, didn't notice a strange thing. He ignored the new news one by one, and he opened the photo album badly, dragging a photo from "Recently deleted".

Qingcheng Bridge in Luoying Town.

He An was holding her daughter in the light halo of the morning sun.

The back of Omega in the photo is timid, the back of the neck is pale, and the black hair is curled-not the kind of exaggerated wavy curls from the barbershop, but a gentle arc from the root of the hair, Fluffy and fluffy to the ends of the hair, and then raised a playful hook.

It was the stupid shape he kissed last night, remembering even the tip of his tongue.

Zheng Feiyu stared at the back photo, a sudden buzzing in his ears, and his wrists shaken uncontrollably-if his little nightingale put on his clothes, wouldn't it look like in the photo?

But he quickly rejected the speculation.

It's just the back view.

Countless people with similar figures in this world turned around and still looked like thousands. He believes that as long as he sees the five features of He An, this absurd speculation will not break through.

But where is he going to find a front view of He An?

Zheng Feiyu held the phone and opened the blacklist of the address book. Yesterday, the phone number that was hacked by him was lying on the first entry in the blacklist, starting with 152, and the registration place was in Luojing City, Jiangnan Province. Zheng Fei didn't hesitate for a second, switched the message interface, and quickly entered five words:

Give me a front shot.