The elevator opened with a "ding", and Wen Yan rushed out in a hurry. A moment later, the elevator next to it also opened, and a large army rushed out, following closely behind Wen Yan.

They came to the 307 outside, it was quiet inside, and Wen Yan decisively smashed the door with his fist. After two seconds, he stepped back a bit, apparently ready to kick the goal.

Because he prepared an art exhibition to surprise her, all the doors were hidden, was this why he was given a chance?

At this moment, Wen Yan's patience fell to the freezing point, and when he saw that no one answered the door, he was about to break in.

But suddenly, the door opened.

There was no light on inside, and a man stood barefoot, dressed in white, with white gauze on his arms and a few circles of tissues wrapped around his fingers.

Yan Konggou recited silently at the wrong time: Amitabha! Is the beautiful man now being sold by the pound? Gather up!

Wen Yan recognized him at a glance, even though he wore sunglasses during the day. The crutches in his hand pushed his shoulder, and Wen Yan walked in domineeringly, Jiang Tianche and Wang Ye followed closely behind, and quickly turned on all the lights in the room.

They made their rounds, behind the wardrobe, the bathtub, the TV cabinet, the curtains...... I didn't let go of half of the horns. If it weren't for the fact that the bed was a Japanese-style tatami mat, Bacheng would be able to turn the bed upside down.

Shen Xihuan was not in the room.

Wen Yan pointed to the ground with a cane, his eyes were cold, and he looked condescendingly at the man who was slumped on the sofa recliner: "Where is she?" ”

The man glanced lazily at him, looked out the window again, and said, "Who?" Elsa? My Ice Queen, I've just had a good and angry time with her, and I'm gone. ”

The tone was full of intoxication and aftertaste, and that expression almost made people want to shoot him in the head!

Wang Ye rushed forward a little unnaturally, grabbing him by the collar, "Who the fuck are you!" Where did the neuropathy come from! Dare to touch her! Breaking into a private house, believe it or not, Lao Tzu threw you in jail?! Say! Where's Huanhuan?! ”

The man pretended to cough a few times and motioned for him to let go, he had something to say. Wang also let go of him, and Jiang Tianche had already taken out his mobile phone and was about to dial 110.

The man looked helpless, walked to the bedside table and took out a black letter, threw it at Wen Yan, and said:

"Number one, isn't this a villa-style hotel? It's not a private house; Second, I was invited to come, and I just checked in in the evening, and the other party said that the room is up to me; Thirdly, it seems that the ...... who invited me

He deliberately stayed on Wen Yan's lame leg for a few seconds, and said the last four words word by word: "Mr. Handicapped".

Wen Yan frowned and looked at the envelope in his hand, which was printed with six bronzing words: Tianya Mutual Aid Association. He opened the envelope and pulled out the invitation inside, "So, you're ...... Ma Daqiang? ”

The man pursed his lips in disgust, as if he was reluctant to answer, and after answering, he also supported his forehead. It's like the name is a lifelong shame.

However, for his performance, Ye Xing and the three female comrades quite understand, they are actually called horses, big and strong like this, which is comparable to Liu Yifei being called Liu Dajuan.

What a miserable man......

At this time, the mobile phone in Tong Zuer's pocket rang, she picked it up, and a few seconds later: "Huanhuan? Where are you? Oh, good. She hung up the phone and said to them, "Huanhuan is on the seventh floor, she went back." ”

Wen Yan walked out non-stop, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he threw down a sentence: "Wang Ye, you stay here first, look at this ...... Mr. Ma Daqiang. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the doorway, and the three girls followed quickly......