The woman walked a few steps, and her heart became more and more uneasy, and she was a little worried about Erxiang.

Feng Li saw the woman pause, squinted her eyes, approached the woman calmly, her voice was low and pleasant, and whispered in her ear:

"Well, lead the way, huh?"

The woman's face turned red instantly, she glanced sideways at Feng Li shyly, and nodded.

This young man's appearance and temperament are all upper-class, and he is dozens of streets away!

Feng Li calmly followed behind the woman, who walked to a door and knocked with her hand.

Feng Li raised his eyebrows, and his figure was hidden to the side.

Dalong opened the door, looked carefully at the woman in front of him, and said with some uncertainty:

"Girl, is that you?"

The woman looked a little nervous, glanced at Feng Li in the dark, and nodded yes.

Dalong was still a little vigilant, his eyes swept behind the woman, and said:

"Where's Erxiang? Isn't he with you?"

The woman didn't say a word, and quickly backed away.

In the next second, suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared, which shocked him.

"Ahhh Hell! Help!"

It's night, and the hotel has a power outage, and the atmosphere inside is particularly gloomy.

Feng Li stretched out his jade hand and punched him in the face, causing his face to swell.

"Noise."

Feng Li opened his mouth coldly, and his long legs kicked out quickly, kicking it several meters away with one kick.

Dalong foamed at the mouth, fainted suddenly, Feng Li shook his hand, and walked indoors.

Feng Qiao heard the noise outside and hurriedly made a 'woo-woo' sound.

Feng Li frowned, his steps quickened, and he looked at Feng Qiao's appearance of being tied by the reins.

Feng Li's pupils shrank suddenly, and a storm was slowly brewing in it.

Feng Qiao looked at Feng Li in surprise, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and his eyelids were slightly swollen.

Feng Li stepped forward quickly, squatted down, quickly pulled out the dagger, and the reins were cut, and then took out the fabric from Feng Qiao's mouth.

"Brother Fengli!"

Feng Qiao jumped up all of a sudden, and the whole person lay on Feng Li's body, like a little koala.

"Well, I'm coming."

Feng Li's expression was soft, his eyes were gentle, and he smiled like a spring breeze, and hugged Feng Qiao into his arms.

"Hey, Brother Fengli, Qiao Qiao thought that Brother Fengli wouldn't come to save me..."

Feng Qiao's body trembled slightly, his eyes were moist, and his nose turned red, which was extremely cute.

Feng Li's eyes were slightly dark, and the jade hand patted Feng Qiao's back, and whispered comfortingly:

"Good, don't cry, Jojo is so cute, why can't I save it?"

Feng Qiao sniffed and smiled sweetly, but he didn't move on Feng Li.

Feng Li raised his eyebrows, raised his voice, with a bit of fun and teasing, and said:

"What? Can't bear to come down?"

Feng Qiao's cheeks flushed, and he quickly buried his head in Feng Li's arms, and said inarticulately:

"Brother Fengli, Qiaoqiao is scared, just hug it for a while, okay?"

Feng Liyu scratched her pretty nose with her hand, and her voice was low and gentle.

"If you want to hug it, just hug it."

After listening to this, Feng Qiao smiled very happily.

Afterwards, the police were called to the police, and the police took a look at the underground monitoring when the power was not cut off, and the evidence was conclusive.

After Feng Li walked out of the hotel, Mo restored the power supply to normal work, and the hotel was bright.

The police car stopped in front of the hotel, attracting people to stop and watch.

Feng Li calmly hugged Feng Qiao on the motorcycle, took a long step and galloped away.

On the upper floor of the hotel, the man looked at the figure of the young man galloping away with deep eyes, and the jade hand was playing with the goblet, and his expression was unreal.