When Shao Jilang chased him out, Lan Ting had already disappeared.

The place where the community is located extends in all directions, and he stood at the door and called Wen Xu.

"Send me the location of Lanting's company, don't talk nonsense, send it right now."

Fifteen minutes later, he walked downstairs to Lanting's company.

When he walked out of the elevator to the eighth floor, the entire floor was dark, and it didn't look like there were still people.

The sensor lights lit up one by one, Shao Jilang stopped, Lantian decoration, it should be here.

The lights weren't on, but the doors weren't locked.

He pushed open the door and looked through the light outside the window, but the spot was empty.

Isn't it?

He looked carefully again, and it was indeed no one, and he was about to bring the door when he suddenly heard a soft sob.

"Lanting?" Shao Jilang paused slightly and shouted softly.

There was no response inside, and the sobs were more like his delusions.

He pushed the door open and walked in, the room was not large, and at a glance, it was indeed empty.

He walked around his desk, even under it, until he reached the innermost table.

This table was the largest, and it looked like Lanting's position.

There was only a computer keyboard on the table, and a picture frame.

He looked at it by the light, it was a family photo, the sisters were standing on either side of their parents, looking thirteen or fourteen years old, and the family of four was smiling happily.

He put the picture down, walked around the back of his chair, and was about to leave, when he suddenly paused.

Pulling out the chair, he crouched down, and Rantin curled up and hid under the table, his face buried in the crook of his arm, still trembling slightly.

"Lanting." He put his hand over her back, trying to help her get her right, and she looked like she had been crying for a long time.

"You go away." Lan Ting shook off his hand vigorously, and his voice came in a muffled voice, "Don't touch me." ”

Shao Jilang had no choice but to withdraw his hand: "It's too stuffy in there, it's too hot, it's easy to get heat stroke, you come out first." ”

Lan Ting buried her face and didn't say a word, but Shao Jilang knew that her tears must be flowing non-stop.

"I'm sorry, Lanting, it's me who is bad, it's not my true words, I don't mean that."

Shao Jilang simply sat on the ground, the air conditioning in the room was turned off, the windows were also closed, and he quickly sweated.

"I don't mean anything to look down on you, you trust me."

"Lanting, either you hit me twice to get angry, or I'll buy you another cake, you can smash it."

"It's okay to buy ten."

"Lanting?"

"Lanting."

"Say something."

"You're not going to suffocate, are you?"

Lan Ting moved: "You just suffocated to death." ”

Shao Jilang smiled silently: "Then you come out and say." ”

"I don't, I don't want to see you, you go." Lanting moved deeper, and the meaning of refusal was obvious.

Shao Jilang scratched his head, he didn't have any experience in coaxing people, even Meng Nanyun, when he was angry, he digested it alone, and he never needed him to coax.

"Then I'm leaving." He stood up, his tone returning to indifference, "Whatever you want." ”

Lanting listened to his footsteps fade away, and heard the door open and shut, she lowered her knees and took a deep breath.

Gone and gone, such a nasty person, she never wanted to see him again.

It's so hot, her clothes are already soaked, Shao Jilang is right, she is really about to suffer from heat stroke.

She crawled out from under the table and fumbled to turn on the air conditioner.

"Drip", someone opened it one step ahead of her, "20 degrees, okay." ”

She was momentarily at a loss, and when she turned around and tried to get back under the table, she was stopped by him.

"A rabbit? Why do you always want to go into the hole? Shao Jilang's subordinates worked hard to prevent her from running.

Lan Ting just kept struggling: "You trick you, let me go!" Let go! ”

Shao Jilang hugged him tighter: "I won't let go." ”

The two of them were close to each other, grinding and rubbing, and Lan Ting slowly felt that something was wrong and didn't dare to move again.

"Hooligans." Her body softened a little, and her tone softened a little, "You let go of me." ”

Shao Jilang looked down at her, in the dim light, her eyes were washed with tears, bright like a fire, just scratched him so lightly, it seemed to set him on fire, he only felt that he was hot, and he couldn't hold her thin waist.

"If you forgive me, I'll let you go." His voice was hoarse.

Lan Ting lowered her head, the branch was still stuck in her hair, and Shao Jilang pulled it out.

Her long, ink-like hair fell down to her waist and swept it over his hands.

The ink in Shao Jilang's eyes became more and more intense: "I'll take you somewhere." ”