Flash marriage president is too dominant

In the cold wind on the mountain at night, even if the doors and windows are closed, it is still very cold. He lit firewood, sealed it and roasted it. At the same time, he picked up the phone:

"Sorry, the number you dialed is in progress. Please redial later, sorry -"

Button up the mobile phone, seal Yiting's eyebrow can't help frowning: it's strange. How can you say it for so long?

As the campfire ran, the barbecue on one side made a nourishing sound, and the wind roared faintly outside the window. The two sounds collided together, like beautiful music. Looking at the jumping fire, it was more warm:

"The feeling of home, language, is just one you!"

I don't know how long it took him to be conscious. He murmured. Feng Yiting seemed to be suddenly awakened by something. Suddenly he came back to his mind. He saw that the meat kebab on one side had been blackened, and the paste smell of meat fragrance was faintly filled in the air. He quickly turned over, hung up the black paste of the skin, scattered a little seasoning, smeared a layer of oil and sauce, looked at the mobile phone, and Feng Yiting first rolled a string:

It tastes OK!

Afraid to burn the sweet potatoes for her, he guarded one big and two small sweet potatoes. He turned it over again: "did you put oil in the baked sweet potatoes?"

Don't bake for a long time, it will be burnt in the end!

Suddenly confused, he went to Baidu again very seriously.

He ate some meat and vegetables, looked at the faint fire, and waited. Feng Yiting, who was tired all day, began to take a nap.

Time passed minute by minute. When he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by a burning smell: "paste, paste, my sweet potato!"

His hands were anxiously touched and suddenly scalded. Then he put on his gloves and picked up the clip in one hand: is it soft? Fortunately, the paste is not very strong!

Thinking of something, Feng Yiting hurriedly looked at his mobile phone: it's more than ten o'clock? Why is there no phone call or message? It's not his phone. What's wrong?

Press the number of Qianyu, but the phone still couldn't get through. Feng Yiting suddenly jumped up:

"What's going on?"

It hasn't come yet. Won't anything happen?

Then he called Wang Yu, the assistant of Qianyu studio at home, "are you leaving? When did she leave? How long have you been gone? "

As soon as he asked, he returned the assistant opposite to him

"Didn't sister Ji say she had an appointment with you? Should have left long ago? Isn't she with you? "

"Hey, when you say this, I think of one thing. When we got off work, we seemed to see sister Ji's car still parked at the door and wondered, but it was more than nine o'clock at that time. We thought she left in another car -"

For a while, Feng Yiting was worried: "is that going or not? Aren't you sure? "

The phone has been talking. The car is here. Where are the people? Can it disappear out of thin air? There won't really be another accident! No, no, if he was kidnapped or robbed, he made so many phone calls, whether for temporary peace of mind or for money, he couldn't have no reply or blackmail information!

"We were a little busy in the evening, so I didn't notice! Sister Ji also picked up a big customer, but the customer left very early. I saw her leave. Because she called, we didn't say hello to her. After that, we didn't see sister Ji! Won't you lock her in the shop? "

"Miss Wang, do you have a key? Can I trouble you to come again? I'll be right there! " The mobile phone has been talking, which is obviously abnormal!

"Good!"

Hung up his cell phone, Feng Yiting grabbed the car key. Just moved, his body suddenly shivered: "sneeze!"

He rubbed his itchy nose and remembered where. He turned back and held a baked sweet potato and wrapped it with cotton gloves. Then he covered the fire and quickly went down the mountain.

I don't know how long I slept. When Ji Qianyu woke up, his eyes were dark and his head was a little dizzy: "what's the matter? Where is this? "

Holding up his sour and soft body, he groped for it. Ji Qianyu's brain flashed: warehouse?

It can't be true!

With another wipe, she touched the mobile phone on the ground. It was dark for a long time, but the screen was black: "Damn it! There's no electricity! "

With her familiar memory, she groped for the switch on one side and pressed it for a long time, but it was still dark. She couldn't help sighing:

"The brake is off?"

Damn it, it must be past work time!

In her mind, fortunately, she had the habit of putting a flashlight in the drawer. Soon, she lit up the whole room, but her memory began to converge.

Walking around the classified aisle, she suddenly couldn't remember where she got up! What's going on? Why did she suddenly faint?

What about the guest? Didn't you see her, so you left by yourself?

Her thoughts were chaotic, but she subconsciously walked to the door. As soon as she pulled it, she was stunned: can't open it? Is the door locked from the outside?

damn! Someone didn't deliberately trick her, did they?

After a confused thought in her mind, she touched her pocket. She folded it back and looked for the key for a long time: is the key still there? Is she thinking too much?

Then she used the key to turn down from the inside and pushed it hard, but it still didn't open. She was wondering if it was really locked into the house deliberately. With the strength of her body and stool, the door opened. With a drooping eyes, she found that a shelf in the warehouse next door tilted at the door.

I just felt unlucky. I picked up the shelf and locked the door. Ji Qianyu went back to the office first to get the bags and things, but he didn't care about charging. He knew that the front door was locked outside, and it couldn't be opened from the inside. After ten o'clock, the back door would be locked. There was no way. Ji Qianyu had to find a small window of the bathroom vent and managed to climb out with all his strength, But there was also a half high wall outside the window. It was not easy to climb to one side and half lie on it. Ji Qianyu was stunned:

What about the row of construction trash cans? Why not one?

Without a trash can as a buffer and support, will Mao jump off her legs? Her legs can't use gravity, but there is a narrow alley below, and there is no personal shadow. Moreover, at this time, she doesn't even dare to shout rashly. If there is any bad person, won't she beg for heaven and earth?

Suddenly he received an inexplicable message. Wen Wuxin hurried over in a car: [help, D & Jill]

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw that the whole concierge was submerged in the night: curling up in a smoke free place, has it been closed? What the hell is going on?

Help means "help"!

D & Jill is the studio and brand of Qianyu. Who will make such a alarmist prank?