Chapter 309: What's Going On?

"Who's there?"

Qin Siyu's voice was a little low, with a bit of gloom in his coldness.

Originally, he thought that with his chill and pressing pressure, he would be able to make the people come out on their own.

As a result, after waiting for a while, the figure in front of the door did not move.

Qin Siyu could only slowly turn the wheelchair and lean over slowly.

A breeze blew in through the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, and the wheelchair slowly moved to the door.

The lights in the house went out suddenly, and only a few rays of cold white moonlight outside the window fell into the house.

The sudden darkness surprised Qin Siyu.

He is now in the hotel, it must not be a power outage, but a door card inserted at the door, which has been pulled out.

Damn it!

Who the hell is it?

The hand on the armrest of the wheelchair tightened, Qin Siyu hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to retreat first, or continue to explore?

Just as he hesitated, a dark shadow slammed into him with a strong wind.

Qin Siyu was originally a disabled person with inconvenient legs, sitting in a wheelchair, and in the face of emergencies, he had no time to react.

was directly pounced on by the comer.

A faint fragrance of daughter soaked into Qin Siyu's heart and spleen, and the man frowned, subconsciously wanting to reach out and push the person in his arms away.

But that body was like a furnace, and even more like a vine, entangled with Qin Siyu.

No matter how hard he tried, the man would not let go.

Not only that, Qin Siyu was also surprised to find that the manpower in his arms was getting bigger and bigger.

Little by little, the force overwhelmed him.

"Who are you?"

The familiar feeling of heat and pressure evoked Qin Siyu's deep memory.

The same darkness, the same warm nephrite rushing into the bosom, the same searing touch......

Qin Siyu's brows tightened, and his heart, which had always been calm, was chaotic at this time.

He had almost forgotten the shameless experience at the beginning, but today, this person reminded him inch by inch.

Reason was gradually expelled by the lengthy memory, Qin Siyu struggled to exhaustion, and with a stumble, he felt his body lean back, and fell to the ground with a wheelchair.

The wheelchair rolled over on its side, and Qin Siyu completely became meat to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

A mouthful of anger rushed to his head, he just wanted to curse, but as soon as his lips were hot, his brain completely went blank.

……

The night went by in a flash.

At half past seven in the morning, Luo You appeared at the door of Qin Siyu's room with the breakfast prepared by the hotel.

It stands to reason that after the birthday banquet last night, he should send Qin Siyu back to Shangcheng in Yaobei.

But he knocked at the door for a while, but no one opened it.

The most important thing is that he called Qin Siyu, but no one answered.

Luo You only thought that Qin Siyu had rested, after all, when he arrived at the hotel, he said that he was a little tired and wanted to take a good rest.

Qin Siyu didn't say that he must send him back to Shangcheng in Yaobei.

It just so happened that Luo You answered the phone and left the hotel first, thinking that he would come back to pick up Qin Siyu early this morning.

Right now, he was standing at the door of 5021, raising his hand to ring the doorbell.

But after pressing for a while, there was no response.

Luo You frowned and glanced at his watch.

It stands to reason that Qin Siyu should be up at this point.

He called, but still no one answered.

It's been a night and still no one answers, what's going on?

Luo You thought about it and decided to go to the front desk to get a spare key card.

Who knew that when he took the key card and returned to the front of 5021, the door had already opened, and there was a circle of people at the door.

Seeing those people carrying long guns and short cannons, Luo You felt a "chuckle" in his heart, was stunned for two seconds, and hurriedly pounced, intending to push those reporters away.