Fortunately, Lin Zhanhan is really a good person, this immortal who is about to be in trouble maintains a very strong calm, he pulls up Mingmo, and then takes her to the edge of the ice rink with a few steps, where Lin Zhanhan's bag is placed.

Lin Zhanhan quickly went up to change his shoes, and due to the urgency of time, he even ran two steps on land with ice blades when he rushed up, and he almost didn't have a heart attack on the spot.

…… What an acrobatic move this is.

Lin Zhanhan, who had changed his shoes, threw the bag on his shoulder, then cautiously glanced around, and after making sure that he didn't leave any clues, he turned off the light and dragged Mingmo: "Go!" ”

They crouched down and hid in the aisles of the seats in the auditorium.

It's dark.

All around was the sound of the teenager's rapid breathing and heartbeat.

Mingmo heard his own heartbeat beat like a drum.

She found that Lin Zhanhan's hand was still on her wrist, separated by a layer of clothing, but she could still feel the contour of the young man's palm and the coolness of the fingertips that could penetrate the thin fabric.

This is to ensure the linkage between the two of them, otherwise no one can see anyone in the dark, and if they run away, they will definitely be caught.

Mingmo took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.

She heard chaotic footsteps at the door, and a young man's voice sounded: "Mr. Lin, do you want to turn on the lights?" ”

It should be Lin Zhanhan's father's secretary.

A man's deep voice came from the darkness: "Hmm. ”

The lights were turned on suddenly, and Lin Zhanhan only turned on a few lights for lighting when he was training, but now all the lights have been turned on, and with the reflection of the light on the ice, the entire ice rink is like daylight.

His eyes had adapted to the darkness, and he was almost blinded on the spot.

She squinted her eyes and looked to the side, Lin Zhanhan noticed her gaze, turned her head, pressed her index finger on her mouth and made a "shhhhh

His gaze was very calm, Mingmo had always felt that although Lin Zhanhan's eyes were beautifully shaped, they were too cold, his pupils were as dark as the frozen sea at night, and his emotions fluctuated under the ice like a tidal wave, and people from the outside world could not spy on the slightest.

However, at this moment, it is this coldness that makes people feel reassured.

Mingmo felt her heart gradually fall back into her stomach.

The man looked around, and the huge ice rink was empty, and there was no sign of anyone coming.

The old man at the door also followed in at this moment, chattering beside him and complaining: "I said it was closed!" No one has ever come in! ”

The man nodded, and suddenly, his gaze fell on something on the ice.

He walked over and picked it up.

A blonde hair tie.

Mingmo was startled, and she reached for her hair, realizing that the hair band she had tied her hair had fallen out after being hit.

"What is this?" The man asked the old man.

"How do I know what's there?" The old man said, "A lot of little girls come to skate, and they fall off." ”

"But don't you clean the door when it's closed?" The man asked in a low voice.

The old man was stunned.

"This thing stands out on the ice, did the cleaners miss it?" The man whispered, "Someone after the rink is closed and cleaned...... Have you been in? ”

Mingmo is creepy.

The man looked around, there was no hiding place on the flat ice rink, he looked up and squinted in the direction of the audience.

"Go up and have a look." He greeted the driver and secretary.