MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 102 Beginning to end

Looking at the opposite Pei Xuan, Wen Yu's complexion changed a little, and finally she made up her mind.

"Sorry, I can't give you to him."

"Brother Wenyu, don't give me to him!"

The two froze, then looked at each other, and the next second, Wen Yu hugged Ning Ning and ran away.

"Stop!" Pei Xuan called and ran out.

Leaving the staff of the gas station, you look at me, I look at you, somehow, I don't know what happened, just no guests came, so go together and mumble.

Whispered halfway and two more people came in.

It looks like a pair of father and son. The slender figure in front of him is still a woman in a male suit and looks like a woman. He looks a little nervous. He keeps tying his tie with one hand, and a seven or eight year old is beside him. The little boy, also changed into a new dress, with his hands behind his head, reluctantly.

"Sorry, ask someone about you." The man who appeared to be a man dressed as a man walked to a staff member, and in the eyes of everyone's surprise, made a voice of a slightly vicissitudes of a man, "Have you ever seen one Little girl, she looks like ... "

He took a photo from his chest pocket. The photo was facing the camera, his hands were more peaceful than his heart.

"See." The staff glanced at the photo. "A man just brought her over and bought some snacks and drinks ..."

"Man?" The boy raised his eyebrows, then looked up at the man in the suit next to him. "Dad, got me right. The woman might have called some men, like Chen we met before. Guide ... you are just one of them. "

"Boyue, stop." The suit man snapped, then asked the staff with a smile, "Where are they now?"

"Run away." The staff member said to him cheerfully, "Actually, there are more than one of you who are looking for someone today. I tell you ..."

Wen Yu had good luck. He ran halfway, and a taxi was just driving towards him. He raised his hand to stop the taxi, then hurryed to Ningning and got into the car. He closed the door and said, "Go to the city."

The car slowly turned around and drove towards the city, leaving Pei Xuan far behind.

Ning Ning glanced back.

Through the window, Pei Xuanzheng supported his knees with his hands. Like the person who just climbed Taishan, he could not breathe because of his lingering dyspnea ...

This middle-aged man is not physically fit ...

In contrast, although he ran all the way with Ningning carrying a heavy load, Wen Yu took a few breaths in the car and asked her, "Why not follow him, isn't he your mother's friend?"

"Because he is a bad person." Ning Ning looked at him innocently.

Smelling Yulu: "Why do you say that?"

"One sister told me that she was cheated by him." Ning Ning swears to him.

Wen Yu's face was heavy, and the back that had been leaning on the seat suddenly straightened, looking at her and saying, "Tell me carefully."

"It's a sister named Yu Sheng ..." Ning Ning told him the rest of the life that Pei Xuan had found out to pretend to be a wealthy lady, "Now she can't come out of his house."

Ning Ning didn't lie. If she was still alive for the rest of her life, she was indeed locked up in the attic of Pei Xuan's house, pretending to be inaudible, pretending to be invisible, and pretending to be vegetative.

Wen Yu looked down and groaned. After a while, she looked up and said to her, "Anyway, let's call your mother first, don't let her worry too much."

At the next telephone booth, Wen Yu stopped the car temporarily, and then got out and called Ning Yuren.

"I heard that you took my daughter away." Ning Yuren said.

"Please listen to me." Wen Yudao said, "It's about Pei Xuan ..."

Ning Yuren interrupted him: "Can you put Ning Ning for you temporarily?"

Wen Yu shuddered.

"In fact, I was in a rush to get medical treatment. I called three people back and forth to Ningning." Ning Yuren smiled bitterly. "I'm not bothering the two masters. I did this. If the three of them knew it, I think they would be three. Individuals will be unhappy and then unwilling to accept Ningning. "

"Can I ask a question?" Wen Yu asked.

"You ask." Ning Yuren said.

"Why do you have to put Ning Ning at someone's house?" Wen Yu glanced at Ning Ning, who was standing beside her legs. "She is still so young."

"I have to deal with some things recently. She ... is young and unsuitable to see these." Ning Yuren laughed. "I am usually busy with work and don't have time to make friends and friends. I feel regret when things come and look for them. Go, there are only a few who can be entrusted ... and they are not good. You just appear, you still have Shidao as a person, I know no more, can you do me a favor? For the time being, I will stay in Ningning for a few days ? "

Ning Yuren is notorious in the entertainment industry. She is rich, famous, and has a lot of status. This time she begged him, and she spoke so sincerely and sincerely, it was difficult for Wen Yu to refuse her for a while.

"How long?" He sighed finally.

"Several weeks, up to a month." Ning Yuren said, "Thank you ... Could you finally let me talk to Ning Ning."

The microphone was changed to Ning Ning's hand, and she heard Ning Yuren say softly across from him: "Ning Ning, if he asked why you have a Ning in your name, you said it was in memory of Wen Xiaoning ..."

After telling them, Ning Yuren hung up the phone and stood alone in the empty lounge with his lips angled to the sides, his eyes sparkling in the dark, like an injured person, and finally found a beast with revenge .

"Why not turn on the lights?" The light suddenly turned on. The director stood beside the switch and asked softly, "How? Are you better? Can you continue filming today?"

"I'm fine." Ning Yuren turned her head back to her usual appearance, smiling dignified, "Let's start filming."

When she walked out of the room and passed the assistant, she passed the elder brother in her hand, and by the way gave an understatement: "If there is a call at home, please help me and say that I am acting."

But I knew in my heart that I would not call at home. Two days later, that is, after Xiao Yu's filming is finished, Xu Rong will call and cry to her on the phone, saying that Ning Ning was lost, and she searched for a long time but could not find it ...

"Start!" The director waved the scroll-shaped script in his hand.

let's start. Ning Yuren closed his eyes and said in his heart.

Everything has a beginning and an end. I went to the starting point desperately through the cinema of life to make up for the mistakes I made.

"Brother Yu," Ning Ning stood at the kitchen door, watching the busy Wen Yu in front of the cooktop. "Will you go and save the rest of your sister?"

It was already dark outside, and they were now at Shidao's house. Shi Dao is absent. It is said that she is filming a martial arts play in a certain crew. There is no servant at home, and it is not known whether Shi Dao wants to train her son or Wen Yu likes to be independent and do it herself.

"It's too late." Wen Yu turned around, holding two plates in her hand, and a kitten apron on her body. "Let's eat again."

Seems to be for the tastes of children, today's dinner was made a bit sweet.

"What else do you know?" Wen Yu put the red bean bag in her right hand in front of her. "Do you know where Pei Xuan lives now?"

Ningning knew, but didn't want to know too much in front of him, she wanted to make things more reasonable, so that the evidence handed to the police would be reasonable.

"I don't know," she said. "I haven't seen each other for a long time."

"When was the last time you met?" Wen Yu asked.

"It's August 25th." Ning Ning shrank her shoulders with anxiety. "Then she was hit by a car."

Wen Yu froze, then rubbed her head silently.

"... But." Ningning said, "before she was hit by a car, she secretly gave me a note."

Rubbing her hands, she heard the sound of rain raining above her head: "What about the note?"

"She asked me to give a note to a little brother." Ningning said, "I already gave him."

Ning Ning pushed everything to the rest of her life, anyway, the rest of her life can't jump out now to refute her. And if things are said from the mouth of the rest of life, it is more credible than from the mouth of her child. What she has to do now is to shape the rest of the life as the planner, and she A communicator ...

"What's on the note?" Wen Yu asked, "Have you seen it?"

"Have seen it." Ning Ning bowed her head shyly, and her legs hanging in the air shook. "But I don't know many words ..."

She wrote all the words, she knew every word, but she wanted Wen Yu to take her out and meet the person who got the note.

"Do you still recognize the little brother who got the note?" Wen Yu asked.

"I do." Ning Ning looked up. "I gave him the note today, and I saw where he lived."

Then, she looked at Wen Yu with anticipation, hoping that his next sentence would be: "Let ’s go, we wo n’t eat this meal, take a **** and walk on the road, it is important to find someone."

"It's important to eat." Wen Yu clamped a red bean bag into her bowl. "Go to him tomorrow."

... what to eat! Eat less and never die! Tomorrow is coming again, there are so many tomorrow, and then wait, the daylily is cold!

Ningning grabbed the red bean bag, ate it with three mouthfuls, and took a snoring exaggeration, and patted his belly with both hands: "I'm full!"

He turned to look at the clock on the wall again and said, "It's only nine o'clock! Let's go for a walk!"

Wen Yu glanced at the window, and it was snowing outside ...

Ningning: "I'm not afraid of cold!"

Wen Yu glanced at her silently, and reached out to open the window.

Ningning: "Kekekekekekeke!"

Wen Yu closed the window again and closed the snow.

"Just don't fight that hard." He took another red bean and wrapped her in her hand. "There is something for the adult to carry."

Ningning looked at the steaming bun in his hand and slowly looked up at him.

The once slender arms became slender and powerful, the once tender shoulders became stable and wide, and the little child who once needed her protection now said to her: "Stop the children so hard, let the adults carry it."

At this moment, Ningning just wanted to reply to him ... Yuer! Your wings are stiff! Don't listen to my aunt! !!

In the end, he still couldn't screw him. After eating, he washed his face under the pressure, then went to bed, heard the rain and covered her with a quilt, then turned off the lamp: "Good night."

After he left, Ning Ning turned up and down on the bed alone, and couldn't sleep. Finally, he looked at the window with his hands closed, the wind was blowing, the light snow fell, and the world was like a snow crystal ball.

She knew that somewhere in this crystal ball, at this time, under the lightly falling snow, there were a pair of sisters and brothers, who were standing under the street lamp, warming each other with a pair of white gloves.

"Then who would see the slip of paper in the gloves?" Ning Ning murmured with his hands on his pillow. "Is it papaya or fungus?"

The answer is ... papaya.

The next day, Wen Yu went out with Ning Ning.

The snow covered the entire land, the ground was white, the roof was white, and the world was white.

Ning Ning was wrapped tightly by him, with a red scarf around his face, showing only his nose and eyes, holding his hand, and taking him to a long-running, dilapidated rental house.

Papaya was standing downstairs, and seemed to have been waiting for them for a while, with some snow on his shoulders.

He looked at Ningning ... the smell of rain behind him raised the note in Yang's hand and said coldly: "What was written on you?"

Ningning was about to explain that a hand had stretched out from behind her and took the note from Papaya's hand.

I took the note in front of me and glanced at it.

"What's wrong?" Ning Ning looked at him strangely.

"It's nothing." Wen Yu smiled, "I just feel that the handwriting ... is a little familiar."

Ningning: "..."

As Wen Xiaoning, she sometimes acted, and sometimes coached Wen Yu to read. On those sunny afternoons, she hugged him in his arms, held his finger from behind, and taught him how to write. To this day, it is still vivid.

She did not forget, nor did he forget.