Wearing a mask, fall into pure love

Near 11 pm, Yue Muchen came to the company again.

"Xiaoyue, why are you here so late?" Uncle Zhao looked at her in surprise.

"I forgot my home key." Yuemuchen ran to the elevator with a sad face.

"Oh, why are you here now?" Uncle Zhao walked out of the front desk with the management card.

Month Mu Chen wants to cry without tears, "yes, ah, uncle Zhao, why is your face not very good?"

Uncle Zhao's face looked a little pale.

Uncle Zhao smiled awkwardly, "a little upset."

"What's going on? Do you want to go to the hospital? " Moon Mu Chen asked with concern.

Uncle Zhao shook his head. "It's all right. It's much better after taking the medicine. Go up quickly."

"Oh, good." Yuemuchen walked into the elevator.

The office area on the seventh floor was dark.

Moon Muchen trotted all the way to her seat with her mobile phone light on.

Sure enough, the key was on the table.

Put the key into her satchel, and she put the computer bag back on the desktop.

Just about to leave, she remembered what uncle Zhao said during the day, so she went to the door of Cai Wen's office, held the door handle and turned it.

The door was unlocked and she went in.

It was dark in the office. She touched the light switch and turned on the light. Then she went to Cai Wen's desk and touched the shell of the computer case.

Why is it still warm?

Just when she wanted to check the power supply carefully, she suddenly saw the shadow of her feet reflected in the glass of the cabinet on one side!

Her mind tightened and her scalp became numb.

There's another man here?!

Resisting the urge to scream, she turned over her satchel in some confusion and secretly looked at the cabinet glass as a cover.

Obviously, it's a pair of men's feet.

At the moment, the man was hiding behind the raised French window curtain. Because the curtain was not long enough, he exposed his feet.

Moreover, the man seems to have a bandage around his left ankle.

Moon Mu Chen breathed deeply and hurriedly, forcing himself to calm down.

Sneaky, this man is obviously not a good man.

What should I do? Is she fighting or running?

She used to join the Wing Chun Jeet Kune Do club when she was in college. She knew some tripod Kung Fu and some women's self-defense skills.

But those are limited to theoretical knowledge and basic practice. She's never actually fought.

However, at present, the man seems to have hurt his foot, which may increase her chances of winning the war?

But what if he had a murder weapon?

In the past, both masters who taught Kung Fu and police who promoted women's self-defense on TV said that if a girl met a gangster, she must escape as long as she had the chance to escape. Never take the initiative to meet the gangster. Because there is a great physical disparity between men and women, Kung Fu and self-defense can hardly play a role in actual combat for non professional women. It is often a helpless last fight when there is no way to escape.

Then she'd better run.

But how to escape?

If she runs out in panic, she will be caught by him before she gets out of the office door.

Now that this man chose to hide behind the curtain and didn't commit direct murder, it shows that he doesn't want to make things big, and he doesn't mean to commit murder on his own.

So he shouldn't have found out that she found him.

He pretended that she didn't see anything, so he would let her go as long as he saw nothing.

When she got downstairs, she immediately told uncle Zhao, then locked the company's doors and called the police. Maybe she could catch a turtle in a jar.

Yes, that's it.

But would he be surprised if she suddenly went out like this?

No, she has to find a reason to act like it.

She remembered how the heroine in a Korean drama she had seen dealt with this situation, so she picked up her cell phone.

"Hey, Siqian, don't worry. I'll come down right now." She pretended to call someone, and deliberately used a charming tone to hint at her unusual relationship with the other party.

Then she picked up her satchel and walked slowly to the door of the office.

Just as she turned off the light and was about to step out, a huge force pulled her back.

Then a gust of wind passed, and the door of the office was closed and locked.