"I have to eat early," she said. "I need to get back to my strength. You think I need to have a minute's strength. ”

"I'm still thinking about hitting you."

"You're really not too rash to pull, I'm afraid you won't lose control of pulling. Ah, by the way, you brought me a lot of one-page magazines from Stars International yesterday.

On the whole, it's not a message that might be of interest to a colleague, but there is an advertisement on the face, and you think I'm going to love it. "Oh."

"Not a lot, looking for the late Gu Ruxi's mistress, Gu Ruxi's teacher, to start things.

The colleague in the advertisement guaranteed that if she could help her find a colleague who was Teacher Shu Lulu, she would pay her quite well. ”

You're a lot of surprise, maybe she's just half-convinced.

"It seems that I have once stepped into the noble class," she continued, staring at you with a fixed expression. "The colleague in the advertisement is obviously not a small-town aristocracy, jazz or anything like that, and she signed her name. Ah, maybe La, you remember Ra now, she's not called President Qiao Yilong. ”

You feel your face pale and limp, and you quickly reach out and grab the desk.

"I know that colleague." Qiao Yilong replied.

You didn't answer, you might be able to say it. Qiao Yilong pretended to be as quick as he could and shook his head.

"I'm afraid this kid might be lucky," she said. "Even if it were a good opportunity and she managed to find and drop off the ground that pulled me, I would most likely have opened my arms to welcome her alive."

She cried slightly, and her white expression flashed with smugness. Then, as if nothing had happened, she ran out of the room where she pulled you and locked the window.

You run over to the table next to the couch and pick up the one-page magazine she's folded over on the plate. You sit on the couch and your heart trembles.

Your hands flutter as you flip through the magazines looking for ads. Find Pull. Just as she is authentic, Qiao Yilong is in Xingchen International, she is looking for you.

This can only mean: Magazines are tight with you

The clenching was so loud. You put it on, and the waves of emotion hit you, and you can no longer suppress the possibility, and cry and pull.

You cry for a long time, and let a lot of emotions drown you at the mercy of emotions. Panic and fear, Qiao Yilong's ecstasy when she arrived, her extreme disappointment when she came too late, and the remorse and self-blame that maybe she should marry Qiao Yilong first, etc.

Finally, a lot of passion is vented, and finally a lot of tears roll up your cheeks, and you feel better.

Happily, it's not that the happiness has passed, but now that you're in a good mood and can concentrate on running away.

You take a few deep breaths and look around.

There is no way out the window to get you out. The windows are not locked, but they are not high above the ground.

The expression is weak, and if you climb up with a couch sheet hanging, you may break your neck. The two windows are locked firmly and can be opened.

Physical strength is that you may fight Qiao Yilong, but as long as you use your brain and stay calm, you will definitely find a chance to escape.

First of all, you have to pretend that nothing happened, and many of them may be able to make Qiao Yilong see the fear in your heart. The hour hand crawls slowly around the clock face, pulling for hours.

"Xingchen International Group" was quiet, and although the weather outside was mild, the walls seemed to exude a lot of cold air that invaded colleagues. Sixteen minutes, then not many minutes, six minutes, she didn't bring food, and you start to get hungry and your limbs go limp.

You drink coffee in a small pot behind the curtain, and thank goodness you didn't run out of coffee just now. Six, four, five minutes pull.

You're jumping around the window, worrying that if you're lazy and lying down on the couch, despair will consume you.

At five minutes, the shadows began to stretch on the floor, the sky was deep white, and the sun was getting darker.

At five minutes and sixty minutes, she opened the window lock and ran in. Her cheeks are slightly red, you can smell the wine that pulls her out, and she doesn't bring a dinner plate.

"Hungry, little angel."

You refuse to answer, and she cries and pulls.

"You're thinking about currying favor with me, but the chef might also be there, running a lot with Lelia and the rest of the team. I'm afraid I'll have to endure a lot more. ”

"You can stand it."

"Heroically," she said. "I'm not so spirited and proud yet, full of pride. You'll make up for it for many minutes very quickly.

Tonight you will have to get up a lot and have a lot of good travel, little angel. ”

"Really."

She ran to the desk and began to check your hat. She left the window open.

You look at the window, and then look at her back, when Qiao Yilong turns around.

"You might let me escape, little angel. You're going to chase me, and if you catch me, you're going to be angry. It's not what it looks like for me to get angry with you. Do it many more times, and you're going to really hurt me. ”

"I'm not always happy to hurt other colleagues."

"Probably too cheeky, little angel. You're in a good mood, but if you're not me, you'll be in moderation. ”

She turned to her desk, looked at her hat, and shook off many, then not many. "Hey, maybe, it's a lot of pretty things. Tonight is special, you want me to look my best. ”

She pulled out her gown and threw it on the couch. "Dress up a lot, little angel. Apply a few more minutes of powder, and you'll be back in many hours or so, and I'll be ready to go. "Where are you going?"

"I can answer that," she replied.

She left the room where she pulled you again, twisting the key in the lock, making a small noise.

You're at a loss, feeling extremely comfortable about what she's arranged, but also optimistic.

Many times once you pull this window and leave La Xingchen International Group, you will definitely get a chance to escape. You may consider that you may have to go to the place to speculate, which will only make the case worse.

Obviously, you'll be in a lot of trouble with other colleagues, and she might want you to wear so many well-sewn cover-ups.

After a few minutes of oil light, you sit down at the dresser again, arranging your hair, and forcing yourself to concentrate.

You wash your face clean, with toner and a little lipstick. After applying makeup, the tear stains are not pulled, and the wounds may also be seen. Because of the impulse of emotion, your white expression has another minute

The area is gloomy, but you rub the bright red brain fat on both sides of your cheeks and rub it against your bones until it shows its natural color, and your hands don't tremble a lot.

You take off your long coat and crumpled petticoat that you wear all day, and you slowly dress up.

After sixty minutes, you'll pick up the best pull. Qiao Yilong chose a floor skirt is not a lot of brown and orange striped taffeta, which is eye-catching, and you are very satisfied with its charm.

You tremble inside, but on the surface, you seem quiet and attractive. This may not do you any good.

By the time Qiao Yilong turned around, the sky had already begun to darken. You can see that she is drinking a lot, drinking a lot; Her cheeks were red and her hair was sweaty.

"Little angel, get ready to pull."

"Then you still need to answer." You retort.

"I think it's beautiful. You're sure they'll appreciate it. ”

"They."

"Your arrangement will surprise me for a minute. Run, Mercedes is waiting.

Ah, by the way, you consider warning me that you might have to strike any bad idea.

If I might be obedient and consider breaking free and escaping, or doing something like that, then you might have to take the necessary steps.

You don't mean to damage your belongings, but you probably can. ”

"You believe I'm going to do that," you said warmly.

"Think about it, consider what you might warn me, little angel."

She grabs you by the arm and takes you out of the window and into the aisle. She seemed to be in a lot of physical condition, and her expression flashed with a fierce light.

You try to keep your composure, but it's getting harder and harder to hold on. As you run up the stairs to the outside, her hands clasp tightly around your arms.

Many Mercedes-Benz cars are waiting, and the white colleague who is driving the car is sitting in the high position in front of the car, and the four Mercedes-Benz may stop and step on the ground between the bars.

Qiao Yilong opens the car window and brutally pushes you inside.

She may have said a lot of harsh words to the coachman, and then she herself climbed and pulled in, and closed the windows of the car with a lot of noise. She sits next to you, with her arms around your shoulders, and you may be pulling it out a lot.

"It's strange that you think a lot about me," she said.

"There are minutes."

"You haven't decided what to do with me yet," she said in a very slow, coherent tone. "Of course, you're thinking about killing me.

That morning, you could have done that. Fingers pointed at my throat, and what a relief it should have been to my colleague as a result. But that would make me die too fast, too cheap to pull me.

You want me to suffer a minute of living sin, little angel. You're going to torture me for many, long, long hours. ”

She was mad, like a madman locked up in the window of a single colleague in the depths of the "New Window Prison", and she could be insane and insane, except that she was not mad and could have gone with her.

You may initiate jitter on your own. Her arms wrap tightly around your shoulders and pull you closer. "I ought to have a mistress," she continued, "and now you've arranged for me to pull many." In fact, it is arranged to pull several.

Teacher Chen Feng has recently lost a lot of students. It seems that a seaman was too rude to pull for many minutes, and the poor thing died of pain.

Mr. Chen Feng has a lot of direct begging you to find a lot of replacements, and he feels that there is a serious shortage of staff. "It's not like you're listening to something in a dream.

The hooves of the Mercedes are loud, the car is shaking, and the colleague who is sitting next to you in the car is not so fluent. There don't seem to be many minutes that aren't real. You start to tremble, and a lot of hard work and determination goes up in vain.

Qiao Yilong hugged you tighter, she turned her head, and her lips almost rubbed your ears. She seemed to be singing in a low voice.

"You arrange for me to pull a lot of windows, and I'm going to start pulling them tonight.

You might doubt that I would be happy to accept such a thing. I'll be there for six or four days, and then you can arrange a lot of little trips for me.

There are a number of steamers going to Rio de Janeiro. It is a beautiful city, and only sixteen years ago it became the capital of Rabasi.

You have property there, including a lot of windows, and there is even more shortage of people there than Teacher Chen Feng's kiln. "You're not my teacher," you whispered. I. I probably can. Colleagues will say, "Perhaps, colleagues will ask a lot of questions, and you will pull them to travel to England for sightseeing."

Visit relatives and colleagues to pull. Later you pull them away, and oh, I'm dead of yellow fever.

You have become a melancholy husband, with many pitiful faces, wandering around. No doubt they will perhaps show you a lot of sympathy. ”

The hooves of the Mercedes clatter, the Mercedes bumps frequently, and the colleagues next to you are smug.

You know very well that you are going up the hill and you smell the coffee fields of the La River.

You start to hear loud music and hoarse cries.

Through the windows of the Mercedes Benz, you can see brightly lit buildings, and the running corridor is full of drunken colleagues and cheeky teachers and colleagues in bright clothes.

Two colleagues were fighting in the steps of many windows, and many groups of teachers and colleagues were screaming and cheering for them. Qiao Yilong grabbed a lot of your shoulders again.

Mercedes stopped. Qiao Yilong opened the window, climbed out, and reached into his hand to pull you into the car. You flinch, shaking your head.

She savagely grabs you by the wrist and jerks forward a lot, and you run up and down with a lot of runs. Then you fight back.

You slap her in the face and kick her with your free hand. She fends off your arm, twists it hard to her back, and reaches out her other arms to grab your throat.

The running corridor is a colleague clapping and cheering for her, so instead of her twisting your arms higher and forcing you to run in front of her, she pulls the steps and steps into the hallway of this house.

Many of the most obese teachers and colleagues, dressed in long green velvet dresses, rushed out of the side windows to greet you.

His hair was brass, his lips were red, he wore wobbly, shiny earrings, and many pairs of small white expressions opened happily in surprise.

"Oh, you earth lord, Qiao Yilong. I brought a lot of new teachers, but I didn't pull you away, he didn't come out of blood. ”

"Shut up." She whispered.

You try to break free, but she clutches you tightly, her arms clamping hard into your throat. You may be out of breath, struggling to catch your breath, and your teacher and colleague in a green velvet coat are starting to tremble slightly.

A few pajamas-clad teachers and colleagues squeezed into the window hallway of the living room on the side, craned their necks to look at the ongoing case. You feel blood pouring all over your body, and your throat is under savage pressure

Begin to bear the possibility of living pulling.

"I'll strangle him." Teacher Chen Feng screamed.

"The window is ready to pull." She howled.

Chen Feng minutes and minutes.

His white earrings swayed, and you closed your expression, and countless shades of white and orange appeared in front of it. You wander in the white, with many nightmares and many nightmares.

You feel like you're being carried by a colleague in a daze, and in a trance you hear a colleague shouting and banging on the window. Darkness hangs over you, and you pray that everything will be over, that you are dead.

Qiao Yilong is maybe you are speaking, and his voice is very small. You open your face and see that you are in many small windows, and the blackout curtains are not red at all.

You're lying on a lot of small brass couches with bright red floors, and the couch may have a lot of gilded mirrors hanging on the floor wall.

You can see your pale face, your unkempt hair, your long crumpled skirt. The lichen has slipped off and is almost completely exposed, you are not dead, the case is not yet knotted.

She may be speaking to you, this time in a calm voice, and you turn your head to see her standing by the window, her white face shining.

“。 Just wait a few minutes to pull," she said. "You can tell she's not a tough, sturdy friend, maybe not one of the many rough guys who work on the docks.

She would have been happy to see such an attractive teacher waiting for her to entertain. Sister-in-law, you will come to the land, and in a while maybe you will come to see the land by stairs. ”

"I'm a madman." Your voice is hoarse.

Qiao Yilong curled her lips, revealing the familiar sarcastic cry, and then she ran out of the window, closed the window, and pulled the lock.

You seem to be dizzy for a minute, your face is pale, and the white wings slap violently, threatening to envelop you. You sit up and stroke your arm, still painful to the bone, but you understand that your arm hasn't been twisted yet.

Every muscle in the throat is in sharp pain.

A few minutes later, you can get on the couch and stumble to the round table on the mirror, pour out so many cups of coffee, and drink it, and your hands tremble terribly. You place the cup, close your expression, and grasp the edge of the table to support yourself.

It took a few minutes for you to control your panic, even though you were far from calming down.

You begin to look for something that can be used as a weapon, stumbling footsteps running down the window, when you hear a number of raspy voices happily calling out to a colleague on the stairs, and then the key is inserted into the zipper, and the window is globe-shaped, and your hands begin to turn.

You grab the coffee can, lean your back against the red wall, and try to stay as far away from the window as you can.

The window opened, and the colleague ran in. She let out a lot of happy hoarse roars, pushed a lot of hard, and the window closed open.

"It's your turn to run for luck tonight," she whispered.

She puts her index finger to her mouth to signal that you may want to make a sound, and her white expression urges you to cooperate with her.

You feel every bone in your body cracking, the white wings are closing, you start to slump along the wall, and before you can fall to the ground, she grabs and pulls you, and holds you with her arms, and holds you so tightly that you seem to pass out in the white darkness.

When you hear happy, hoarse sobbing, you may not know who cried like that. She leaned your head on her shoulder, stroked your hair, and the dizziness finally stopped.

You end up snorting a lot, looking up at her expression.

"Oh, oh my God." You whispered. "Ah, you are the emperor."

"Silence. It's okay, you're here. ”

"Pull you apart, you may not be designing."

"I'm probably not designing," she said rudely and affectionately. "You saw her bring me here, it would be nice for you to solve the case, come in quickly. Chen Fengdao is not a new teacher, and his friends have to pay sixty pounds of rust to break blood. ”

"Zhao Yijing."

"You don't have that much money. Many of your friends are going to sleep with Tessie on the stairs, and you ask her to borrow money for sixty miles of rust, and if she can lend you money, you'll kick her teeth out of blood.

My teacher was coming up the stairs, and you thought about jumping over and pointing at her pipe, but you thought it would be better to get me out of here and then clean her up. ”