Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Sorry, the number you dialed is off.

what happened?

Could it be that the interview was in trouble?

Wen Jia was holding his mobile phone wondering, when a black van galloped in the distance, flicked its tail, and stopped in front of the He's Building. The harsh sound of brakes attracted the attention of passers-by.

The car door slammed open, and several men in black jumped out, carrying two staff members in dark blue overalls like chickens, and walked quickly into the building.

Wen Jia glanced at those people, dialed Qiao Yi's phone again, and she was still answered by a series of cold mechanical female voices.

She sat on the lounge chair for a while, until she saw a group of people coming out of He Shili, and then a group of people coming in, with solemn expressions.

Looking at the time, it has been an hour and a half since Joe went in, and he hasn't come out yet.

Wen Jia couldn't sit still anymore, got up and walked towards He Shi.

As soon as she entered the hall, she saw a group of people carrying a stretcher pouring out from the distance.

There are people injured?

She hooked her head and looked curiously.

...Wen, Jia. The man on the stretcher called out in a low voice.

Brother, what are you talking about? Can you speak louder?

Wen, add!

Hearing someone calling her, Wen Jia subconsciously wanted to agree, but before she could answer the word, a group of people bumped into her face, causing her to stagger and almost fall.

I rely on! What kind of person, no quality!

Everyone swiftly carried the stretcher to the van at the door and roared away.

At this time, Wen Jia walked past two staff members,

Come on, do you know that the elevator on the 15th floor is broken? I don't know who was locked in it. It seems that someone was almost killed. The second young master is furious.

Wen Jia: ...

I have a bad feeling in my heart.

No... Qiao Yi was imprisoned, right?

Thinking of the phone that just rang and hung up just now, Wen Jia's heart sank heavily.

Just hurry to the 15th floor.

But when she arrived, there was no one on the 15th floor, the elevator door was wide open, and the shadow of a person could be vaguely seen in the elevator car stuck in mid-air, struggling to get out of it in disgrace...

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He Yunting had a dream. He dreamed that he was locked in a cage, and he couldn't see his fingers around him. The air was so thin that he could hardly breathe. He struggled desperately, calling for help, until his voice became hoarse, but no one came to save him, not even one. He is like a forgotten person, no one cares, and no one cares.

Gradually, his breathing became heavier and heavier, his body became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness began to blur. He thought...he might die here.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps in the darkness, da da da da, getting closer to him.

He Yunting instinctively dodged backwards, but the other party seemed to realize that he wanted to escape, and reached out to grab his wrist.

There is no feeling of disgust or disgust, these are a pair of extremely soft hands, with a warm force, pulling him, pulling him, preventing him from merging with the darkness...

Who are you? He asked with the last touch of consciousness.

In the darkness, the man leaned close to his ear, the sound of his breathing was like a hook, scratching his ear instantly turned red, only to hear the man chuckle lowly, with a very charming voice, facing his ear Said, I am your father.

Immediately, He Yunting suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were pure white...

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