Chapter 132: A Life-Saving Phone

The doorway of those story bars. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Elle was lonely and stood there.

Ten more steps!

Elle will be able to get in.

But Elle couldn't move his legs.

Some things are easy to think about, but how can they be so simple to do?

What's more, Ai Le's ideological struggle alone is about to collapse himself.

She's only fifteen years old!

Rao is no matter how precocious she is, she is still just a child.

She looks big and positive, if she really does it.

Will she still be her in the future?

One step, and another.

It's so hard.

And upstairs in the monitoring room.

Yang Quan and Song Cai were holding a glass of foreign wine and were happily looking at the surveillance camera at the door.

"What a god! I said, Brother Yang, how do you know she's coming tonight? ā€

From Ai Xiaofeng's point of view, he may not be able to see anything, but from Song Cai's point of view, he is a man Qing'er under the business card.

"I don't know, it's just trying, you see the way she struggles, it's really getting more and more interesting."

Yang Quan heard the report of his subordinates, so he came to the monitoring room to see, looking at Ai Le's appearance, he took a sip of wine, brushed his scattered short Korean hair and said.

"I just look at this little girl, and she really doesn't have to be eaten by you."

Song Cai looked at Yang Quan's appearance, and couldn't help but take a sip of wine and raise a bar.

Without it, make a bet and cheer up!

"Oh? Then add some color? ā€

Yang Quan likes this feeling of controlling other people's lives with his own will, or perhaps money.

"Hey, so be it! My new car at the door, if this girl comes in, it will be yours, but if you are at the door, it will be mine? What do you think? ā€

Song Cai can be regarded as saying his own little abacus.

"Ho! You guys have a lot of eyes, and that's a new car at the door! That's just a few days ago you just won from the second child of the Kong family, and my car is a global limited edition that just arrived last week, you can calculate! ā€

When Yang Quan heard this, he almost didn't give his mouth crooked, and scolded Song Cai for being shameless.

"Look at what you said, this girl is standing at your door at the moment, and she is still a few steps away from coming in. If she could come, she must have already had this in mind. This is invisible, I will lose, how can I take advantage of you! ā€

Song Cai also sees it carefully, and he has his own reasons.

"Nacheng, I reluctantly bet with you, come, drink!"

When Yang Quan heard this, he was a little reasonable, so he should go.

immediately raised a glass and touched one with Song Cai.

Song Cai also drank it all.

As for Elle?

Horse racing knows everything, right?

In the eyes of these two, she is the horse on the track on the horse farm.

Elle arrived at the door of the bar, but he was never able to break through the barrier in his heart.

Pulling out his phone, he sat helplessly by the bar door.

Letting guests come in and out, she didn't care.

And the security guard at the door had already been instructed from above to leave her alone.

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As soon as he lost, Elle snapped and pressed the elimination button.

After a while, the person gritted his teeth again and lost this number.

As a result, half of the loss is lost, and it is all eliminated.

Over and over again.

The two people who were watching the surveillance upstairs couldn't help but be a little curious.

In fact, Yang Quan knows.

His win rate is close to 90%.

Song Cai was not annoyed at all, he was curious about how long that girl had to fight psychologically.

This time, the entire number was lost, and it was according to the business card given by Yang Quan.

At the same time.

"Smack......

A crystal tear also fell on Ai Le's mobile phone screen.

She wept helplessly.

Press on!

It's like being crushed by a ghost!

"Suzu ......"

The phone suddenly rang with an old ringtone, startling Ai Le.

It's an unfamiliar number.

It's a cornet, it should be a phone number.

I don't know!

Elle hung up.

However, this unexpected phone call also broke the depressed mood.

In front of outsiders, Elle can always pretend to be heartless.

Less than two seconds passed.

"Suzu ......"

The phone rang again.

"Hello?"

Elle was really tired for a while.

"Huh? Little talker"

On the other end of the phone was a young man's voice, obviously a little surprised to hear Eller speak.

But listening to his tone, he clearly knows himself.

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Elle couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Who's this!

Why did you come out at this time to play tricks on yourself?

"Where's your father? Not by your side? I'm looking for him. ā€

On the other side of the phone, he heard that there was no movement on Ai Le's side, and said.

"Who the hell are you?"

Elle still didn't know who it was.

"Oh, yes! I'll change the number, you wait! ā€

The man paused.

The phone hung up suddenly.

Elle was speechless again.

Crazy, who is playing tricks on himself when all thoughts are lost!

The phone rang again.

"Han Rui? Oh, it's him! ā€

Ai Le instantly remembered the male singer he knew on the train to Dali.

At that time, the song of the male singer touched her and her father a lot.

They talked about him until they had a drink with their father before.

My father said that he debuted when he was the same age as him, and so on.

"Okay, now you know who I am, right? Give your phone to your dad, little chatterbox. ā€

Han Rui's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"My dad is not here, if you have something to say, my aunt and grandmother are busy!"

After saying that, Ai Le was about to hang up the phone.

Glancing at the bar door behind her, she still didn't dare to enter.

"That's right, I'm talking to your dad about music on behalf of Breeze Music, why don't you go find your dad, okay?"

Han Rui was also stunned, and then said.

"Alright, that's it...... Wait a minute? Breeze? Just that music giant Breeze Music? Find me...... Father? Are you sure? ā€

Ai Le put down the phone and was about to hang up, but those words suddenly flashed in her mind, and she put the phone back to her ear and asked with surprise.

"Otherwise, the phone call before said the internal number of the breeze company, it won't be wrong."

"That's not right! Aren't you a down-and-out male singer who was dumped by a local tyrant's girlfriend? How did you become a person who is a breeze musician? ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ What did I say that? ā€

"I guess, you see you selling all over the place, holding a girlfriend who can buy your whole guitar, and with a sad and depressed look, isn't it a down-and-out male singer who was dumped by a local tyrant's girlfriend?"

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"Haha."

Ai Le listened to the silence on the other side of the phone and the occasional silver bell-like laughter of women, and said, "Hurry up, or I'll hang up the phone." ā€

"Then hang up."

Han Rui on the other side of the phone was also helpless.

"Hey! Why are you like this, say it quickly! ā€

Now it's Elle's turn.

Immediately after the two chatted a few more words, and when they hung up the phone, Ai Le was silent again, and she hung up the phone silently!

The whole person has already cried and has a flowery face.

She reached out and flagged down a taxi.

I'm going to go back and tell my dad the good news!

Suddenly, she glanced at the bar.

This one call.

Maybe it will really change the life of myself and my father, this is a life-saving call!

That's it, this girl who was still struggling with despair and pain.

Then he took a taxi and left directly under the watchful eyes of the two young men upstairs.

More than ten minutes later.

Listen to the information that the security guard downstairs heard faintly.

"Damn! Someone cut off his beard! ā€

Yang Quan's face was gloomy.

"Breeze music? Oh, Brother Yang, don't worry, the breeze is about to fall. As soon as the breeze falls, this girl, hehe. ā€

Song Cai also muttered two sentences.

"Hmph, I'll go to Yanjing tomorrow!"

Yang Quan smashed the already empty wine glass on the table in the monitoring room, brushed his sleeves and left.