Fu Feng was clever, but he couldn't stop Bingqing, who had already made up his mind.

Bingqing returned to her room, pulled out her suitcase from under the bed, and pulled out the contract at the bottom.

Anyway, it's all here, Bingqing simply packed her more expensive brand supplies into her suitcase.

She decided to pay a huge amount of liquidated damages, and her heart was too bright, so she simply parked the elevator on the fifth floor, and strolled to Zhao Haiyang's guest room with her suitcase.

There was a golden basin of water on the ground, and several women in hotel overalls were cleaning up the blood stains on the floor, either with garbage bins or rags in their hands.

Bingqing looked at the hands of several of them, but there was no her mobile phone. The floor was cleaned up, and there was not even a shadow of her phone.

She couldn't help but increase the strength of her hand tugging at the suitcase.

She tried her best to control her every micro-expression, so that people couldn't tell that she was here to check on purpose.

A few waiters who were fiddling with the floor looked up at her, and resumed their work.

For example, the people staying in the hotel are rich people, busy people, and there are not a few people who leave the hotel by plane in the middle of the night, and look at her calmly and solemnly, and even look at them with a disdainful and cold attitude, at a glance it is the company's senior management, and there is no doubt about anything, only hurry up to busy the work at hand, so as to go to bed early.

When Bingqing turned, she deliberately paid attention to Wei Meimei's room, and her door was closed. She didn't know if there was anyone inside.

She didn't bother to dwell on the details, opened the elevator door, dragged her suitcase inside, and closed the door.

Fu Feng took advantage of the gap between her wandering on the fifth floor to borrow a car from a beautiful assistant, and when Bingqing went downstairs, Fu Feng happened to drive the car over. "Why isn't it my car?" Bingqing stood outside the car, bent down to look at Fu Feng who was sitting in the driver's seat, and spoke directly. "Let's get in the car first, big star. I'll tell you in a moment. There are cameras everywhere here. “

Opening the passenger door, Bingqing bent down and sat in, she was angry, but she was a little dumbfounded by Fu Feng's last sentence. "I haven't had time to tell you that your car has been deflated. Several cars at the winery were deflated, and I don't know exactly what happened to the car repairers nearby. Nowadays, people really want to make money and want to go crazy! Fu Feng couldn't help shaking his head, stepping on the accelerator, and the car slowly turned around the winding path of the winery.

Leaving the hotel, Bingqing blinked her eyes sluggishly, swallowed her saliva, and looked straight at the strange mountain road in front of her that was illuminated by high beams.

She suddenly remembered the life and death scene with Eno Fan on the mountain last time. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed. I don't know where he is now.

Because it was a silent night, her thoughts were dire, like a kite with a broken string, soaring freely in the sky.

If it's not a dream, it's probably real, she heard that he is about to get engaged, and he is with a girl who dreams of being the right person.

And she is about to be saddled with a huge amount of debt, she went from a slightly accomplished starlet, and overnight, she fell into Cinderella again.

Oh, she laughed to herself, how can she compare with Cinderella, who has crystal slippers and will meet her prince sooner or later. What is she? She has nothing, and her reincarnated son is unwilling to reincarnate into her family and carry her debts.

The car was punctured, no matter who punctured her tire, she had to thank that person, it was really tm pricked!

She recalled the second half, either smirking twice, or pursing her lips silently, or staring at Fu Feng. Fu Feng was terrified by her, and thought in his heart, 'Otherwise, if you don't ask her for the assistant fee for these two days, won't you be okay?'

When he got home, Fu Feng saw through the car window that the light in the living room was still on, he picked up the mobile phone next to him and clicked it twice, and said strangely: "It's two o'clock in the morning, why hasn't Lu Feiyi slept yet." (To be continued.) )