The Days of Living in a Love Apartment

"what?...."

"Then let's call Guan Gu and Yoyo..." Meijia dialed Yoyo's number with a bitter face

"It's done!"

"Hey! Yoyo, can you hear me? Hello?"

"what happened?"

"No sound... only music..."

"What music? Let's hear it!"

Mika put her phone between the two of them and turned on the speakerphone, and the three of them got together.

There's a nice sound of music over there

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know... it seems... in a very high place... 々' ."

Yifei called Guan Gu, and after a while, the same music as Yoyo's came over there.

"Guan Gu's side is the same voice... I really want to hear it... What kind of music are they over there... So hi?..."

"Me too...."

"It seems that there is a door with golden light that opens in front of you..."

"Me too... can't see anyone... just see..."

"A piece of golden light is scattered..."

As the call ended, the golden light in front of the three slowly receded. . . .

The three of them came to their senses, "It seems that these two people can't help! Let's call Ziqiao!"

Mika nodded, found Zi Qiao's number and dialed it out. After a while, she got through "Hello Zi Qiao?"

Zi Qiao's frantic voice came out, "Don't make trouble! Now is my critical time! I'll tell you later!"

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Zi Qiao's frantic voice came out, "Don't make trouble! Now is my critical time! I'll tell you later!"

"Du..." The three women looked at each other

Yifei murmured, "This is... the end?"

Xinling and Mika nodded dully

"Lu Ziqiao! It's still unreliable! He actually hung up the phone!" Yifei can't wait to find Ziqiao to practice with him now.

"There is only one choice now!" Yifei looked at the time on her phone. "It should be Zeng Xiaoxian's live broadcast time! Give him a call!"

Yifei dialed the hotline skillfully, and was connected in a short while, "That's great, Zeng Xiaoxian! You're still alive!"

"Nani..."

Mr. Zeng hung up the hotline decisively over there, and then dialed back with his mobile phone.

After Yifei received Teacher Zeng's call, she told him the ins and outs

"What? You went to pick up Wanyu and Zhanbo, but you drove the car to the countryside...and there's no gas hahaha!"

The three women were speechless, and this guy began to gloat over the misfortune. . .

"Stop chattering! Come and save us!"

"But I'm doing a show! How can I leave? Can't you call a tow truck?" Teacher Zeng's words came out from the phone with joy. . .

Mika yelled at the phone, "We don't even know the location! Why is it called a trailer?"

"This listener! I also understand what you're going through right now! Actually, driving and emotions are the same! You often get lost! Or break down! But don't worry! You will all think of your good friends! !"

Yi Fei was about to burst out, "How long are you going to talk nonsense?"

Teacher Zeng's tone became serious. "Although I am your most loyal old friend, I am also a very, very, very dedicated radio host! I have a lot of listeners that I can't put down!"

Yifei smiled. If Teacher Zeng saw this smile, he would definitely be horrified, which is a pity. . .

"Zeng Xiaoxian! Forgot to tell you! We drove out of yours... a new car!"

"Nani?" Teacher Zeng was stunned. Hearing what Yifei said just now, Xinling was also there. In theory, they should be driving Xinling's car, so he was relieved to speak sarcastically, and it was over. .

"If we can't go back, believe it or not... we'll die with your car?"

The three girls heard a very clear throat and spit, and then there was Teacher Zeng's fast-talking words, "Listener friends! Next, we have to listen to a very long! Very long! Very long music! Xiaoxian will be back soon. ! Judy! Lend me your car (good money) to use it, and then help me host GOGOGOGOGO!!!”

The three girls were bored, and Yifei couldn't take it anymore, so she went down and walked around the car

Xinling held a magazine and looked at it. Since someone came to save her, she felt relieved.

Mika turned out a piece of paper and a big red pen was writing and drawing.

Xin Ling curiously leaned up and looked at the four nondescript English letters. . . "Mika...you are...what?"

"HELP!" Mika drew the last stroke