After breakfast, Gao Feng sat at his desk in front of the hand-woven bag full of manuscripts, and would take out the preface from time to time to check it.

Are there any typos, and are the sentences smooth?

Gao Feng seemed to have returned to the era when he first showed the finished manuscript to the editor, and his heart was full of anticipation and anxiety.

That's Mo Leng, a person who is no less famous than himself in the writer's industry.

Her demands must be very high.

Time slipped by minute by second, and when Gao Feng took the order out of the bag for the fifth time, his brows furrowed.

It's ten o'clock.

When Mo Leng left yesterday, she said that no matter whether Gao Feng wrote a preface to her or not, she would come and take the manuscript away before ten o'clock this morning.

Mo Leng cherishes his manuscript very much, and there is only such a copy in the whole world, and if he loses it, there will be no story.

Maybe it's a traffic jam.

Gao Feng comforted himself, continued to wait patiently, and even thought of a few questions about that simple story, which he had to ask in person.

At eleven o'clock, Mo Leng did not appear.

At twelve o'clock, Mo Leng didn't come out

At one o'clock, Mo Leng still did not appear.

"Young master, it's time to eat." Butler Smith called softly outside the door.

Gao Feng checked that the manuscript in the bag was correct, got up and said, "Don't eat, I have something to go out." ”

For a writer, a work is his own child, and he will never abandon his child.

This manuscript is very important to Mo Leng, and Mo Leng has not appeared after the appointed time, so it can only be said that something happened to her.

No matter what happened, Gao Feng decided to personally return the manuscript to Mo Leng.

When I opened the door, I saw Smith standing there with a respectful face. "Young Master."

"Smith, do you remember the woman who came yesterday?" Gao Feng asked.

"Yes." Smith nodded in response.

There weren't many friends who came to visit the peak, so everyone Smith remembered it clearly.

"Did she say where she lives?" Gao Feng asked.

"Nope." Smith shook his head, then pulled a business card out of his pocket as if he were juggling, "However, I picked it up on the ground after she left, and it must have fallen from her." ”

Business card?

Gao Feng took it and looked at it, it was a business card of a hotel, and the word "Victoria" was printed on it.

Victoria is one of the few five-star hotels in the city, so Gao Feng has some impression of this hotel, but he has not lived there.

Mo Leng was wearing a cheongsam with no pockets, the only bag on her body was left here at Gao Feng, how did a small business card fall from her?

The only explanation is that the business card was not lost, but deliberately left by Mo Leng.

She probably guessed that she couldn't come today because of an accident, so she left a clue beforehand.

Things suddenly got a little weird at this point.

Why was Mo Leng sure that he couldn't come over today, but he still had to make an appointment with himself at ten o'clock?

What really happened to her?

A series of questions appeared in Gao Feng's mind, and he instructed Smith: "Help me prepare the car, I will go to Victoria now." ”

"Yes." Smith replied respectfully, and before leaving, he said, "Young Master, Miss Xiao has already made ten phone calls to you this morning, and I hope you can call her back." ”

Xiao Yue?

Gao Feng's eyebrows tightened slightly, and he responded, "I know." ”

Smith took Gao Feng's phone from his pocket and handed it over, before turning to leave.

Gao Feng took the phone but did not call back, but sighed softly and put the phone in his pocket.