At this time, the stomach barks out of place. Wen Ting touched his already hungry stomach, only to realize that he had only eaten one loaf of bread at noon.

She swayed slowly to the living room, holding chopsticks and picking a few dishes at random on the dining car. Although it has been cooled, it still tastes good.

I just ate and waited. Unconsciously, another hour passed, and the light of hope in Wen Ting's heart, who was full of food and drink, was slowly extinguished.

She returned to the balcony and found that the broom dropped by the maid was still there, but it was gone. It seems that this method is about to fail.

It wasn't until the time on the phone reached five o'clock that Wen Ting began to feel uneasy.

Will Si Nanyu find anything when he goes to pick him up? Will Tingnan's designers go back safely? A series of questions swirled in Wen Ting's mind.

She had to find a way to escape, at least not in this room with no signal. The next meal delivery time is her chance.

Wen Ting took a book and sat on the sofa in the living room to flip through it slowly, waiting for the arrival of the evening food delivery person.

Sure enough, at half past five, there was a noise outside the door, and she pricked up her ears to listen to every move outside.

A maid in a kitchen uniform came in with a food cart and politely pushed it in front of her. "Your dinner, please use it slowly. ”

Wen Ting didn't say a word, stepped on the coffee table and ran out of the door to bypass her. Only when the door will open during meal delivery time will she have this opportunity.

You have to take it well!

The maid never expected that Wen Ting, a person who looked like a gentleman, would make such an outrageous move, she said anxiously.

"Miss Wen, ...... outside"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ting was stopped by the bodyguard at the door. Now Wen Ting can be regarded as knowing, why this little maid opened the door so confidently and dared not close the door.

Waiting for her outside?

Wen Ting, who was stopped back, was not discouraged, although she couldn't fight, she had to fight for it.

Struggled and punched at the bodyguard. I hope to find a bodyguard when his strength is exhausted, and he can sneak out of the plane.

It's just that she overestimated her physical strength, she was out of breath, and the bodyguards didn't move.

The maid retreated outside the door at some point, and the bodyguard pushed her into the room and closed the door mercilessly.

Wen Ting was really going to cry now, she had exhausted all the methods she could think of, what to do next.

Wen Ting watched the sunset from the balcony, and saw that the sky was a little gray, and the stars were coming out and twinkling.

Until the starry sky, there was another loud noise outside the living room, not like the sound of the door opening, like the muffled sound of something falling to the ground.

When Winting ran into the house, he saw a man lying on the ground.

It's just that her face is facing the ground, and she doesn't know who it is, looking at this person's golden hair, high nose bridge, and deep eye sockets, Wen Ting estimates that he is also a foreigner.

The dress is also quite exquisite, and this suit is not a bargain just by looking at the fabric.

For a moment, a thought flashed through her head, "Could this person be Anna's son, did he?

No, no, it's her fault to be wrong. This wedding room was originally prepared by Anna for his son, what's wrong with drinking too much and going back to his own house?

Smelling the smell of alcohol, Wen Ting hurriedly opened all the windows to breathe, she had no intention of contacting this man, no matter who he was, it had nothing to do with her anyway.

After doing all this, she moved a chair and went back to her balcony.

"Does Anna know that her son is back? Does Anna know that her son is in the same room with me right now?" Wenting muttered, constantly throwing questions.

But no one answered, and in the silent night sky, she could only hear the cicadas.

Sitting on a chair and leaning on the railing, Winting fell asleep before he knew it.

When she woke up again in the morning, she actually slept on the marriage bed, which was so red and festive, that she almost thought that she had crossed over.

How can you sleep on someone else's marriage bed, Wen Ting instantly felt that his nervous body was hot. He crawled and threw himself off the bed, and sat on the ground against the edge of the bed weakly.

When did she go to bed? Didn't she sit on the balcony yesterday?

Wen Ting, who was curled up in a ball on the side of the bed, never wondered, could it be that she was sleepwalking in her sleep?

She glanced at the empty bed again, but fortunately she was alone, and nothing bloody happened.

Thinking of the drunk man yesterday, Wen Ting seemed to know something.

She ran to the living room barefoot, and sure enough, the man who was lying on the ground yesterday was no longer there, and Wen Ting turned his eyes and saw the person on the sofa.

He lay quietly on the couch, with his hands on his abdomen, and fell asleep.

However, when Winting saw his face clearly, he shouted in surprise, "Jason Ming?!"

This sound directly woke up the sleeping man, and being disturbed while sleeping made him feel very disgusted, and he frowned and said angrily: "Don't call me in the morning, don't be annoyed!"

The clues disconnected in Wen Ting's head suddenly seemed to be the magnets he had installed, and he quickly put them together.

She immediately reflected that she might have fallen into Anna's trap since she took over the business and signed the contract.

At first, he was having an awkward relationship with Si Nanyu, and he didn't carefully study why an ordinary cooperation could double the price in a short period of time without saying a word.

On average, the design price of each outfit is comparable to that of a dress. Such an abnormal thing, she actually realized it now.

Since Jason Ming is Anna's son, this manor belongs to the Jason family. Looking at the fiery "wedding room" decorated again, the Jason family should not want to marry Jason Ming, right?

Aren't the nobles most concerned about what class, wealth, and family background are?

She really doesn't meet any of them, why is she being targeted?

Wen Ting couldn't figure it out, Jason Ming muttered a sentence and fell into a deep sleep again, in order to avoid being alone with Jason Ming, she still chose her balcony.

Seeing the sunlight shining through the forest in the distance, Wen Ting took out his mobile phone with no signal and half of the battery left, and it was now six and ten.

Another long sigh at the mobile phone, a mobile phone without a signal is not as useful as a watch.

"When will Si Nanyu come over to save me?" she muttered to herself as she stared at the sun.

A voice came from behind me, "Help you, what's going on, and why did you get to my bedroom?" What's going on in my room?"

Jason Ming's biological clock is six o'clock, and it has been a habit since I was a child, and I will wake up naturally at this point without an alarm clock.