"Brother Qian?"

Song Hua sat up from the bed puzzled, "What's the matter at such a late hour?" ”

Qian Qiucheng's voice sounded a little anxious: "I'm sorry to bother you so late, but Jun Jun hasn't come back yet, I called her and turned off the phone, and I asked about her friends, did she go to you today?" ”

Song Huayi thought about the photos that Brother Kun sent her at night, and she knew that Meng Qianjun and Huo Ningfang went to the bar.

Qian Qiu Cheng obviously didn't know about these things, and now it didn't seem to be telling him that Meng Qianjun didn't love him about these things, so Song Huayi was silent and just replied: "...... No, they didn't come to me. ”

"Okay, I'll call someone else and ask, sorry to disturb your rest."

"It's okay, it doesn't help you much."

After hanging up the phone, Song Huayi sat on the bed thoughtfully.

Just thinking about it, the mobile phone suddenly rang several times one after another, and when I opened WeChat, I saw several voice messages from Brother Kun.

"Little sister, let you be sure, this photographer is not a good stubble."

"It is estimated that he was drugged in the wine, Meng Qianjun poured without drinking two glasses of wine, and the photographer went directly to the hotel with the person on his shoulder."

"I thought these two had hooked up a long time ago, but I didn't expect to have to use this trick."

"I sent you the photo, this news is very popular, but we still listen to your little sister here, if you have anything else, we won't write this news first."

Song Huayi clicked on the pictures sent by Brother Kun, which were some pictures of Huo Ningfang holding Meng Qianjun from the bar to the hotel, and there was a small video at the bottom, in which Meng Qianjun's face could be vaguely distinguished. x Desktop:

Listening to Brother Kun, it was Huo Ningfang who drugged Meng Qianjun.

It seems that Meng Qianjun lost fire by herself, but she didn't expect that provoking Huo Ningfang would cause trouble for herself.

I don't know if she should say that she is self-inflicted or half a victim.

Originally, when she heard Meng Qianjun's news, she should be happy.

But I don't know if it's because of the phone call from Qian Qiu Cheng just now, she suddenly couldn't bear to feel bad things happen. (Initial launch, domain name (remember _ three >.)

He sat up on the bed and dialed Qian Qiucheng's phone...... Think of it as doing good deeds for her future children.

"Hello?

Petty? ”

"Brother Qian, I have a friend who said that I saw Sister Meng at the Yunse Hotel just now, you can go there and look for it."

Qian Qiu Cheng's voice sounded a little uneasy: "Yunse Hotel?

I'll go over and take a look now, thank you for your little thoughts. ”

“…… It's okay, you can go over and have a look. ”

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Huayi breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little more steady.

No matter what the result is, she has already helped what she should have helped anyway, and she can be regarded as having a clear conscience.

The night rain was pouring down, and a black sedan drove out of the underground garage of the Yunse Hotel.

Huo Ningfang drove the car, looked at Meng Qianjun, who was lying limp in the back seat without the slightest sense, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't open a room in the Yun Se Hotel, but his car was parked in the hotel garage.

This went straight to Meng Qianjun's dance studio.

It was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and because of the heavy rain, the nearby shops were closed, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road, only a few vehicles on the road.

Huo Ningfang put Meng Qianjun's arm on his shoulder, dragged her out of the car, stood in front of the locked glass door of the dance studio, took out the key from her bag, and pushed the door in. x www.x m.x

didn't turn on the lights, and with the light coming in from the street outside, Huo Ningfang carried Meng Qianjun all the way to the second floor.

He'd been here a few times, and he'd seen her practice dancing several times.

Whether it's his body or his dancing, he is tempted every time.

He had long dreamed of having a good night with her in her dance studio.

And his dream will come true on this rainy night...... Qian Qiu Cheng rushed to the Yunse Hotel non-stop, but after the staff in the store inquired, there was no check-in information about Meng Qianjun.

He also believed that Song Huayi would not lie to him, it was only possible that Meng Qianjun had indeed come here, but she did not live here, maybe she had met other reasons, and she went somewhere else.

When leaving the hotel, Qian Qiucheng called her again, and the phone was still turned off.

He hesitated to call the police, he was very worried about whether it was because of the heavy rain, and Meng Qianjun had a traffic accident on the road...... He searched for all the places he could find, and he contacted all the people he could contact.

But there is still no news about her, what happened?

Qian Qiucheng stood at the door of the hotel a little decadently, standing under the eaves, watching the rain getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly he didn't know where he should go next.

…… Meng Qianjun woke up, and when she opened her eyes and saw the scene, she would rather never wake up again for the rest of her life.

In the dark dance studio, she was posed on the railing by the window that she usually used to practice.

In front of me is a large glass of glass, and the street is deserted in the heavy rain.

And the man behind her was doing something that made her sick to her stomach...... Her body swayed uncontrollably with Huo Ningfang's rhythm, and she wanted to push him away, but the weakness caused by the effect of the medicine made her unable to resist.

"Awake?"

Huo Ningfang's voice carried a slight sense of breath, mixed with a hint of excitement.

He reached out and clasped Meng Qianjun's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back and look at him: "Me and your husband, who do you like more?" ”