jumped off the building, and when he descended to the balcony on the 16th floor, Meng Que stretched out his hands and climbed the balcony, paused slightly, and then let go and jumped down, and then climbed the balcony on the 15th floor. And so on, jumping and stopping, like a big spider flying between the balconies.

Yan'er broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that this move would be more auspicious, but when she felt a pause every few seconds. I couldn't help but be curious and opened my eyes. Seeing Meng Que jumping and grabbing, he landed very safely, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to the sixth floor.

Seeing the ground slowly approaching, Yan'er breathed a sigh of relief and said in disbelief: "Oh my God, you came down like this?" "Yan'er himself has seventy-six catties, and Meng Que has one hundred and thirty catties, and the two of them add up to more than two hundred catties. Jumping down layer by layer with a weight of 200 catties, how much arm strength and hand strength does this take?

Meng Que smiled and shushed, but didn't say much, just reminded: "Don't talk yet, wait until we leave here." ”

"Hmm." Yan'er doesn't have any opinions, anyway, for now, she can only obey Meng Que.

The sixth floor is the fifth floor, the fifth floor is next to the fourth floor, and the bottom three floors are not designed with balconies. In this regard, Meng Que had already prepared, first removed the bath towel tied to his body and tied it to the balcony on the fourth floor. Hanging vertically, just enough to descend to the third floor.

At this time, Meng Que patted Yan'er's little buttocks and said, "I'm going to tear off the sheets, you hug me tightly, if you can't hold it tightly and fall, don't blame me." ”

Hearing this, Yan'er hurriedly wrapped her arms around Meng Que's neck, her face was red, she was both shy and resentful. The heart said, this guy is really, how can a girl's ass be slapped casually?

"Ouch." Meng Que suddenly screamed, with a bitter face, and said, "Miss Yan'er, I asked you to hold me, but I didn't ask you to hold me, you tied my neck like this, making me almost out of breath." ”

"Huh? I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......" Yan'er panicked, her face turned even redder, she quickly let go of her hand, and then hugged Meng Que's chest.

Meng Que let out a long breath at this time, dismantled the sheets tied to his body, tied them to the bath towel, hung down again, and had already come to the second floor. The height of the second and first floors is about five meters, which is already a height that cannot be killed, as long as you pay attention to the posture of jumping, anyone can land smoothly.

On the other side, outside the door of the No. 2 presidential suite on the 17th floor, an old man kept ringing the doorbell, and he knocked on the door while ringing the bell, "Yan'er, open the door for me, open the door, you go back with me......"

He knocked this for two or three minutes, and there was no response. This moment created enough time for Meng Que to leave with Yan'er. If he broke into the door as soon as he came up, it would definitely be 100% still possible to see Meng Que hanging on the balcony on the seventh and eighth floors with Yan'er on his back.

The person who knocked on the door was Yan'er's father, Murong Shan'an.

He rushed up the stairs in one breath, at an incredible speed. But Rao is like this, and he is still a little slower than Meng Que.

This continuous knock on the door did not get the slightest response, he was anxious and panicked, for fear that something would go wrong with his daughter, suddenly grabbed the handle of the door, surged secretly, and pressed it fiercely, the door clicked, and was easily pushed open.

As soon as the door opened, he rushed in, and immediately scanned all the places, only to find that there was no one in the room.

"Yan'er...... Where are you? ”

"Yan'er, you come out, where are you?"

Murong Shan'an was looking for a woman, and almost searched under the bed and in the closet. But it's still a pity that I didn't find the slightest shadow of Yan'er. After taking a few breaths, he sat on the bed, took out his mobile phone, called the intelligence brother, and scolded the other party with a mouth, saying, "Bastard!" Useless stuff, what kind of intelligence are you doing? Why wasn't the lady in the room? ”

The informant was surprised, of course he didn't know whether the young lady was in the room or not. Because he didn't go up to confirm it, after getting the news from the front desk service lady before, he reported it to Murong Shan'an. In the end, Murong Shanan told him not to act rashly, and at this time, the boss Murong Shanan blamed him for this sin again. Unconsciously vomited bitterness and said: "Boss, this ...... I really don't know. ”

Murong Shan'an was anxious and angry, where could he listen to his little brother's explanation? Still scolded: "Useless things, you go to the front desk to confirm again." ”

The informant went according to his words, and after talking to the lady at the service desk for a few words, he said to the boss Murong Shanan with great certainty: "Boss, the service lady said with certainty, they said that the lady did live in the No. 2 presidential suite on the 17th floor. ”

Murong Shan was angry, slammed his fist on the bedside table, and shouted, "If my daughter is here, why should I call and ask you?" ”

"Ah...... Miss...... Miss is not in the room? So where did she go? "The informants were also in a state of confusion for a while.

Murong Shanan snorted: "Where is she, I want to ask you." ”

The informant trembled and said, "Boss, I'm ...... Before, you told me not to act rashly, I waited here until you came, and I never went upstairs, so ...... I don't know anything about the young lady. ”

"Bastard, ...... waste" hung up, feeling a cool night breeze blowing in through the window outside. Murong Shan'an walked out of the bedroom and came to the living room, where he saw a spacious balcony on the right side of the living room.

This building is 17 high, standing at such a height, you can barely enjoy the beauty of the Shanghai night. Ink-colored canopy, colorful neon, long road like brocade, traffic like a dragon.

Murong Shan'an was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery at all, when he came to the balcony, he accidentally looked down and was surprised to find that the building seemed to have a long tail floating. I don't know if the tail started from the seventh floor or from the sixth floor, and the night breeze blew, swinging the "tail" like a dragon and a snake, swaggering.

At first, when he saw the "tail", Murong Shanan did not doubt that he had him, but after thinking about it, he suddenly linked this "tail" to Yan'er's disappearance.

Could it be that Yan'er slipped away from the balcony?

No, it is not possible. Yan'er has not awakened the power of dragon blood since she was a child, she is as weak as an ordinary girl, and with her strength alone, she can't slip away from such a high floor silently.

Could it be that someone took Yan'er away?

Thinking of this, Murong Shan'an nodded, feeling that this guess might be somewhat possible. Because Murong Shan's puppet had already used Yan'er to blackmail him earlier, at that time, in order to protect Yan'er's safety, he had to admit that he had designed to kill Murong Shanzheng. Just think about it, Murong Shan's puppet dares to blackmail without anyone in his hands, if there is someone in his hands, then he can't make a fuss?

Yan'er is a very important bargaining chip for Murong Mountain's puppet, he must have sent a lot of people to arrest Yan'er at this moment, and it is very likely that Yan'er has fallen into his hands.

Murong Shan'an pressed his hands on the balcony guardrail, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and in the end, he screamed wildly, and with a strong palm, he smashed the entire balcony guardrail. Then with a flick of his sleeves, he flew straight down from the 17th floor.

As soon as he landed, he suddenly noticed a shining object on the ground, lying quietly in the grass. When I picked it up and looked at it, I was shocked, but what is it that is not Yan'er's hairpin?

"Wow, sure enough...... Yan'er was really intercepted! ”

The public in the hotel suddenly saw the big boss appear outside the hotel, and immediately followed one by one.

Murong Shan'an grimaced, his serious gaze swept over each of the younger brothers' faces, and then said in a deep voice word by word: "Right now, I have a very important task for you to do. ”

Hearing this, dozens of younger brothers nodded firmly, and said in unison: "If the boss has something to do, just give orders." ”

Murong Shanan snorted heavily, and said in his heart: "Murong Shan puppet, I haven't messed with you yet, but you have messed with me first, hmph, even my daughter dares to move, I will make you pay the price of blood." His eyes suddenly froze, and he said gloomily: "The task I want to give you is to arrest a person for me, this person is named 'Murong Ziye' and is the son of Murong Shanzheng. I'm going to give you only one night, no matter what method you use, anyway, to bring him to me, dead or alive, I want it. ”

Listening to the boss's tone, the shark knew that the boss was already on fire, nodded and said with some concern: "Boss, Murong has been with Murong Mountain puppets all night these days, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with." ”

Murong Shan'an glared at him and shouted; "Difficult to deal with? Do you still need me to teach you? Shark, you've been with me for a few months, can't you handle this? ”

The shark lowered his head and said, "It's not impossible to catch him, but we can only take assassination methods, kill him first, and then take him away." ”

Murong Shan'an shook his sleeves and turned around, and said coldly: "I just said, whether it is dead or alive, I just want you to bring him to see me." ”

"I see!" The shark snapped his fingers, and immediately walked away with his men.

After the sharks left, Murong Shan'an picked up the phone again, and with a hint of luck in his heart, he dialed Yan'er. As soon as the phone was dialed, it turned out to be in a normal state.

Not far from the Haitian Hotel, in a snow-white BMW X1 car, a mobile phone ringtone rang leisurely - "The Meaning of Travel" by Taiwanese female singer Chen Qizhen......

"You've seen a lot of beautiful scenery

You've seen a lot of beauties

You get lost in every brief moment on the map

You tasted Paris at night

You stepped through snowy Beijing

You memorize every truth you love most from books

But I can't tell you why you love me

But I can't tell you what kind of expression you admire about me

But I can't tell you what occasion I have tempted you

Can't say why I left......"

The song sounded, and the quiet female voice had a lazy and elegant little fresh taste.

Listening to this song, Meng Que couldn't calm down and appreciate it at all, instead, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back, and when he turned his head to look, Yan'er was holding the phone nervously, and his poor big eyes were looking at him without blinking, signaling what to do?

Meng Que made his eyes look and said in a low voice: "Hang up the ...... quickly"