Jiang Weiwei reacted suddenly and almost jumped up from his desk. He hurriedly ran to the closet, collected all his clothes and threw them into the darkroom.
There is a darkroom in her small apartment.
The surface is a background wall of a blue starry sky, and when you press the remote control, a door can be pushed open.
As soon as you open the door and go in, you will see various models of guns and various casual clothes hanging on the three walls inside.
Jiang Weiwei threw all the clothes on the ground, then went out to collect all the photos and threw them into the darkroom.
What else should be put away?
Jiang Weiwei was thinking with a headache when the doorbell suddenly rang.
Jiang Weiwei's heart suddenly rose to his throat. He didn't dare to open the door and rushed to the desk to look at the surveillance screen at the door.
Sure enough, several men in black suits were standing at the door, staring coldly at the door and ringing the doorbell frantically.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
Jiang Weiyi bit his lower lip nervously and turned his eyes to the dark room.
Can she get away by hiding in a dark room?
Jiang Weiwei took a deep breath and was about to hide when he heard a cold voice coming from the computer——
"No one opens the door, are you holding the gun for your own consumption?"
In the surveillance footage, Xiang Yutian was seen walking to the door accompanied by Gu Ying and other subordinates, raising his deep eyes and glancing in the direction of the camera coldly.
Obviously knowing that he can't see her.
But Jiang Wei still felt fear deep in his heart.
His gaze was like a beast, full of danger, as if he could see her directly through the camera.
"Yes, Mr. Xiang."
When the men heard this, they immediately took out their pistols and pointed them at the door.
Jiang Weiwei quickly picked up the notebook and tried to hide in the darkroom. He swept aside the gun boxes on the table and put the notebook on top.
Turn down the volume.
Despite this, the gunfire coming from the computer was still so harsh.
Jiang Weiwei put on his headphones and kept an eye on the situation on the surveillance screen...
The door was opened by Xiang Yutian's men with guns.
"Why don't you go in and search?" Xiang Yutian glanced at the door coldly, but did not go in. He turned the ring on his hand and moved his slender hand closer to the camera.
Jiang Weiwei clearly saw an extra pinhole on the back of his hand, which must have been where he had been given an infusion before.
Is it because of those 20 sleeping pills?
"Yes, Mr. Xiang!"
Several men put away their guns, raised their legs and walked into her small apartment.
"Who are you?"
A gentle and harmless voice suddenly sounded.
Jiang Weiwei looked at the sudden appearance of an additional person in the surveillance screen in astonishment - An Cheng.
As An Cheng's voice sounded, several of his men who were stepping through the door turned back. Xiang Yutian turned his ring around and looked aside with disdain...
Anjo's tall and thin figure approached the door and entered her frame.
He is wearing a white V-neck sweater and a light-colored tie. The light color is very gentle, which is in sharp contrast with Xiang Yutianmo's black shirt.
"Who is your mother?"
Lone Ying stared up and down at Ancheng, his tone full of gangster anger and very unkind.
"I am the head of the household here." Ancheng said calmly, his eyes looking forward unfocused, and continued, "Who are you? What are you doing in front of my house?"
Jiang Weiwei stood in the room, looking at Xiang Yutian and An Cheng in the picture on the wall.
One black and one white.
A sharp contrast.
What is Anjo doing here? To hand her over?
Jiang Weiyi gritted his teeth and stared at the computer with bated breath.