At night, Bingqing didn't dare to take the staircase, and what made her feel relieved was that she was the only one in the elevator.

She quietly stepped out of the elevator, the lively hall, which was deserted at the moment, it was night, and there was still filming to be carried out tomorrow. Everyone went back to rest.

When Bingqing unfastened the fixer just now, she put her mobile phone on the ground and smashed the fixer at Zhao Haiyang, saying in her heart that it was fake not to be nervous. She left in a hurry and left her phone at Zhao Haiyang's door.

Bingqing grabbed her hair with her hands, she could now figure it out with her toes, she was in prison.

She came downstairs to find Fu Feng. Now that everyone was gone, she didn't know if Fu Feng followed his beautiful prey to the prey's room, or returned to his own room.

Just as Bingqing was faltering, the 120 relief bell rang outside the hotel door.

Presumably someone discovered Zhao Haiyang.

Bingqing limped and hid behind an advertising wall made of large posters, waiting for the medical staff to enter before she poked her head out.

This place can't stay any longer, and these paramedics will definitely come down.

Go back to your room?

Her room is on the eighth floor, so what if she waits for the elevator and meets with the medical staff. She wasn't sure if Zhao Haiyang was really unconscious, not to mention that her phone would definitely be discovered by them.

It wasn't hard for them to know that she had done it.

So, climb the stairs?

It's simply impossible! With injuries on her feet, and the pitch-black stairway, who can guarantee how much danger will happen.

Bingqing thought left and right, but couldn't think of any way.

She regretted it a little now. Maybe she shouldn't have hit Zhao Haiyang on impulse, the two of them tore their faces, it didn't do her any good, but put her in a dilemma.

It doesn't matter what tomorrow's headlines look like.

At least, at this moment, she felt that the world was so big that there was no place for her.

In any case, this place is not suitable for a long stay.

Bingqing limped out of the hall, in order to condense the beautiful scenery at night, the street lights were very scarce, and the winery was shrouded in darkness, and the visible range at night was about ten meters.

This made Bingqing breathe a sigh of relief.

Bingqing walked along the wall of the hotel, hiding in the grass-covered plants planted next to the wall, and she walked to a denser place and stopped slightly.

Then she saw five or six paramedic workers coming out of the hotel gate on a stretcher.

She hid in the shadows, and the light was relatively clear.

Passing with these medical staff is an investor in reality shows, with a big belly, and the shrewd light projected in his small eyes.

Bingqing wrapped her arms around her hands, trying to shrink herself as much as she could.

Looking at Zhao Haiyang, who was lying motionless on the stretcher, Bingqing's brows frowned slightly.

Although the fixer is solid, she is a woman after all, and no matter how heavy her hand is, it is impossible to knock him unconscious.

Could it be that he hit the key point?

Bing Qing sighed invisibly, shouldn't she be crippled by herself.

She remembers reading a news story in which a man knocked his wife on the head with a rolling pin, and she was in a vegetative state.

When the ambulance personnel carried the stretcher to the car, Bingqing pulled the leaves in front of her with her hands, hiding herself more tightly.

She was more and more remorseful.

I knew it early

But what kind of character is Zhao Haiyang, if she doesn't take the initiative. She has injuries on her body, how can she be his opponent, and in the end, she may end up with his meal.

Thinking about it like this, Bingqing was relieved a lot.

Waiting for the ambulance to go away, the big-bellied investor drove away, she looked around, and there was no one else, before she cautiously moved out of the grass and vegetation.

Just then, a loud voice rang out from her back. She paused and was startled. (To be continued.) )