Zhuang gently looked at Huo's magnificent studio and tidied up his clothes.

When Huo Lingfeng was about to arrive, he suddenly received a phone call, and then left himself at the door.

But this is fine, at least it can make people feel that they have nothing to do with Huo Lingfeng.

During this time, Ye Mengqi happened to be here, filming an advertisement about perfume, coming in and out more frequently, and I happened to see the picture of Huo Lingfeng affectionately sending Zhuang over gently.

That day, I obviously went to look for her by myself, but I didn't know how to meet Lu Shuangshuang, but let her run away, and today she finally has nowhere to hide, right? Look how I torture you!

Because of the drunkenness last night, Zhuang Qingqing's head still hurts a little today, and she interviewed for another day, so when she was waiting in the lounge, she actually fell asleep. Ye Mengqi smiled slightly, then took out Zhuang's mobile phone, then closed the door of the lounge and locked it.

She casually threw Zhuang's light mobile phone in the trash can on the side, and then left like a nobody.

There was a sudden silence around.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhuang was woken up by freezing, it was dark all around, the watch showed that it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and he actually slept for more than three hours as soon as he slept.

"Anyone?" Zhuang asked, rubbing his somewhat frozen hands. Huo's studio ended at eight o'clock. The central air conditioning is also turned off at eight o'clock. It's impossible to think that anyone would stay in such a cold place.

Taking advantage of the dark night, Zhuang gently and slowly walked to the door, but found that the door was not moving at all, as if someone had locked it outside!

"Hey, is anyone outside, open the door to me, thank you!" the voice came slowly, but there was no response at all.

The lounge is the innermost room, so there are no windows, only a half-head-sized vent.

"Anyone?" Zhuang yelled at the outside in disappointment. But it doesn't look like anyone is coming. She could only go back to the edge of the sofa and start touching her phone, but the phone that had been placed next to her head was nowhere to be seen.

Zhuang sat on the sofa in frustration, and suddenly remembered that today was still Friday, that is to say, the next two days were holidays, and he was going to stay in this ghost place where no one was going to spend two days? There was no air conditioning, no food, no drink! No mobile phone! It's over! Who will save her?

The other side.

Huo Lingfeng bumped into his eldest brother and was thinking about calling Zhuang gently, but no one answered. Thinking that she might be with Mu Jing again, he frowned, and then rushed to Zhuang Qingqing's house with a belly full of fire.

But she wasn't at home, and looking at the mess all over the floor, she probably never came back at all!

I was not at home, I had never returned to the editorial office, and there was another place where the studio was! Huo Lingfeng hurriedly started the car and then rushed to the studio.

It's half past eleven, and there is no one here for a long time. Huo Lingfeng turned on the power switch in the studio, and then slowly walked inside while turning on his mobile phone again.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of the mobile phone remembered not far from him, and he hurriedly walked over to see that the mobile phone had been thrown in the garbage. Something happened!

Huo Lingfeng's face was suddenly full of anxiety, and then regardless of the dirt of the garbage, he jumped inside and took out his mobile phone. Then while walking into the studio, he shouted Zhuang Qingqing's name.