Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

   "Elevator..." Qiao Yimo swallowed and forced himself to calm down, thinking hard, and saying, "It looks like it's on the 10th floor."

"No, it may be the 11th floor." She wasn't sure, she thought about it again, and confirmed, "It's the 10th floor! When the elevator number reached the 10th floor, I heard a vibration in the elevator patio, the elevator The screen on the left also stopped at the instructions on the 10th floor for more than ten seconds before starting to move. After that, the elevator buttons could no longer be pressed."

10th floor……

  This hotel has 66 floors, and 10 floors are definitely not a good number.

  Qiao Yimo saw the man in front of him change his face and held his breath.

  She vaguely felt as if she was involved in something, but she did not dare to ask, so she could only tell the truth about what she knew.

   "So, it should be on the 10th floor."

  The more she said, the more certain she became.

  Li Beijue squinted his eyes, knowing it, and said to the hotel manager who rushed to hear the news, "Give me the drawing of the hotel elevator!"

  The hotel manager wiped his sweat and smiled, "Mr. Li, what happened?"

Li Beijue didn't want to tell him a word, only gave him a cold look, and said coldly, "Three minutes, I'll give you three minutes. I didn't see the elevator drawings in three minutes, the one you stretched out first You don’t need it with just one hand!"

  The only thing he stretched out was the left hand wiping sweat.

  The hotel manager froze with fright, and his left hand raised in the air did not dare to move.

  Is it wrong for him to stretch out his left hand first...

  But the hotel manager didn't dare to ask, he was not deaf and could understand people. He didn't ask any nonsense, and didn't dare to delay for almost a second, so he hurried to find the elevator drawings.

  Fortunately, the drawing was placed in the security room. The manager didn't care about the mess inside. He quickly found the thing and handed it to the man outside the door.

   Li Beijue calmed down and started to look with the drawing.

  While watching, he asked the manager standing beside him, "Do you have the key to the elevator shaft?"

"Have."

   "Wait a minute and go with me!"

   "...Okay, Mr. Li." The hotel manager, Mr. Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out, so he could only quietly ask Qiao Yimo with his eyes.

  Qiao Yimo couldn't tell him what happened. After all, she herself didn't really know whether Mrs. Li was really in danger, so she secretly shook her head at the manager.

  The hotel manager actually didn't believe she didn't know, but because Li Beijue was here, he didn't dare to ask. I can only hold my breath and plan to settle accounts after autumn...

ten minutes later.

  Huo Yi came back with the tools Li Beijue wanted.

   "Lord, are these these?"

  Li Beijue counted the tools in it, gave an acknowledgment, brought things, and got on the elevator.

  The hotel manager followed in fear.

  Huo Yi and Qiao Yimo also followed the elevator.

  Si Shen and Huo Leiting were really worried that he was alone, and followed.

  The elevator directly reaches the top floor of the hotel.

  As soon as the elevator opens.

  Li Beijue took the lead to go out. He didn't care about following the bunch of people behind his ass. He opened the emergency repair box on the side and buckled the nylon rope lock that Huo Yi bought. Then connect the steel cord at the end of the nylon cord to the spare emergency cord set in the box. I put a high-powered visitor lamp on my head, took out a bandage, wrapped it around my palm twice, tied it to my wrist, and tied a knot...