Wen Tong stood in front of the Zunhuang Hotel, the paper in her hand was soaked with sweat. She stood here for a long time, and a layer of moist mist fell on her body.
Today, she overheard the conversation between the doctor and her mother in the hospital.
He said that Xiao Le was in the advanced stage of uremia and needed a kidney transplant immediately. The cost of the operation was as high as 300,000 yuan, and even if the family sold it, they would not be able to get even one-tenth of it.
There were a few wild advertisements posted on an inconspicuous bulletin board in the hospital. There were people who specially matched people to make first-night and first-night deals. Wen Tong stared at those few lines of words, and his eyes ached from staring at them.
She reached out and tore it off.
The sponsor introduced to her by her introducer was named Ye. She was said to be a big shot in Bincheng, so she was the last one chosen among more than a hundred photos.
She didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky.
The fog is getting thicker.
Wen Tong's student attire finally attracted the security guard's attention.
He came over and asked with concern: "Classmate, are you looking for someone?"
Wen Tong was flustered, blushing, and unable to speak a sentence.
She could only keep repeating a series of numbers, which was the room number 1798 that the introducer told her. She said that a big shot named Ye would be waiting for her in this room.
He had to take a nine o'clock flight to go abroad in the evening, so the introducer repeatedly told Wen Tong not to be late.
Facing the tall security guard, Wen Tong raised a pair of forbearing crystal eyes, with a hint of prayer to please her. She wished that the security guard could kick her out and tell her that minors were not allowed to enter, but this was a hotel.
, the security guard does not have this right.
He took her to the front desk and said, "Guest in room 1798."
The service lady lowered her head to check the system, then looked at the girl in front of her who kept her head lowered, and asked in standard Mandarin: "Did Mr. Ye reserve the room?"
"yes."
She had never seen this person named Ye before, and when someone mentioned this name, her heart started to beat wildly.
"Mr. Ye is in the room, please come up."
Wen Tong turned around in a hurry, a little panicked and didn't choose the right path.
Behind me, the service lady reminded loudly: "Hey, the elevator is over there."
Wen Tong entered the elevator, surrounded by bright mirrors, and the gold-plated handrails looked noble and luxurious.
She looked at herself in the mirror and suddenly felt strange.
The collar is a little crooked, I just wanted to reach out and straighten it...
Suddenly, there was a loud noise, the image in the mirror disappeared, and the narrow elevator became pitch black.
Wen Tong panicked, and when she realized what she was doing, she hurriedly pressed the call button, but no one answered after pressing it for a long time.
She slapped the elevator door and shouted, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
The only answer she received was dead silence, and fear compressed in like walls on all sides.
The elevator is stuck.
After an unknown amount of time, the revolving door of the Zunhuang Hotel slowly opened, and a group of bodyguards in black surrounded the young man in the middle, walking in a hurry.
"Where is the room that Mr. Chen has reserved?" A bodyguard looked at the hotel manager who came out with a sullen tone.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye has also taken a look at that room." The fat manager wiped the cold sweat from his head. Both of them were respectable big shots. No matter which one they were, he couldn't afford to offend them.
"What do you mean? Do you know who you are talking to?" The bodyguard grabbed the manager's collar and yelled fiercely: "Our young master wants room 1798."
The manager turned pale with fright, and apologized repeatedly. He looked at the young man in the crowd with pleading eyes, "Master, please understand, I am just a part-time worker, and it is difficult for me to do my job."
The man turned his head and gave the manager a cold look. This look was like a sharp knife, carrying a huge purple poison, and even the surrounding air became dangerous.
He slowly stretched out his hand to the bodyguard beside him, his fingers were long and slender, like finely carved jade.
The manager was so shocked that he knelt on the ground with a plop and kept shouting: "Young Master, I have an old man above me and a young man below me..."
But he just took a lit cigar, brought it to his sexy and thin lips, and said in a deep voice: "Give you five minutes, I want to get the room card."
"Young Master...this..."
When the manager was in trouble, a hotel manager hurried over and bowed with a flattering smile, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, for keeping you waiting. The room card is ready. I wish you a good time."
Have fun."
The bodyguard took the room card, looked at it repeatedly, made sure there was nothing wrong, then let go and said to the two of them: "Get out."
After the group of people disappeared into the VIP elevator, the fat manager collapsed to the ground. He had heard that if you offend this man, you offend the King of Hell, and you don't know what day your destiny will be.
so far so good!
Colleagues hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, Mr. Ye has to catch a flight and just left in another elevator. They won't run into him."
There are many elevators in the hotel, and VIP elevators are specially set up for those with status and status.
"An elevator had an accident. It was repaired just now. It was so safe that a guest was trapped inside."
"Is anyone okay?"
"A little girl ran away as soon as the elevator door opened."
Wen Tong anxiously looked for room 1798. She was delayed in the elevator for so long. She wondered if Mr. Ye would be angry. If he refused to buy her, Xiaodong would not have the money for the operation.
A string of golden numbers came into view, yes, it was 1798.
Beichen Xiao (xiāo) had just taken a shower. He only wore a white bath towel around his waist. There were still water drops on his bronze skin. A drop of it slipped from his slim waist and loomed into the waist and bath towel.
between.
There was soft music playing in the room, and he was wiping his hair and looking at his phone.
At this time, the doorbell rang. He was stunned for a moment, threw the towel on the table at hand, and walked slowly over to open the door.
Wen Tong stood in front of the door, clutching the bag of her schoolbag tightly. She knew that once the door opened, her fate would also change.
Before she was ready, there was a click, the door opened, and darkness opened forcefully in front of her.
She couldn't help but take a step back, but a strong arm suddenly stretched out and pulled her inward, and the heavy door slammed shut behind her.
With this sound, Wen Tong knew that she had stepped into hell and could not escape.
The room was very dark, with only a glimmer of light in front of the window.
She didn't dare to raise her head and kept staring at her feet until an invisible sense of oppression gradually approached, coming from the man in the room.
A slight hook of her long fingers lifted her delicate chin.