Zhao Xiande held the phone in his hand tightly, gasping heavily, feeling his heart beating.

The feeling of video chat is completely different from making a phone call, just like there is a layer of yarn on the Internet, and through this phone call, the distance between each other is much closer.

This gave Zhao Xiande an illusion that was within reach, as if it could be easily touched - Han Yan, who made him dream of.

He knew nothing except the name, and he didn't care. His whole mind was now on this beauty.

oh--

A great beauty who has just escaped from a failed relationship is depressed, fragile inside, longing for warm comfort, not to mention that he still needs my help... If he can't even seize such a good opportunity, he will really regret it for the rest of his life!

Zhao Xiande could no longer remember what he said to Han Yan during the video chat, and ignored him. He tried desperately to be reserved, but found that his inner desire was uncontrollable.

The lonely Maserati: Let's meet and have a conversation in person.

The past is like smoke: Well... listen to you.

Listen to you...

Men like this soft and submissive attitude the most, which not only satisfy their self-esteem as a man, but also arouses endless desire for protection in their hearts.

Zhao Xiande wanted to hold this woman in his arms immediately to feel the amazing softness and delicateness, but he was still rational and knew that this would never show his urgency. He could only persuade him to be anxious and unable to eat hot tofu.

But this piece of tofu is too tender and too tempting. It really makes people rather endure burning their tongue and burning their mouths to taste them.

The sound quality of TT video chat is not good at all. It feels like a handheld intercom, and there is a rustling sound no matter how you hear it.

Zhao Xiande boldly asked Han Yan for the phone number. He was ready to be rejected. What made him overjoyed was that Han Yan actually agreed and answered the call he called.

"Hello, Miss Han, I am reporter Zhao."

Zhao Xiande used all the broadcasting knowledge he had learned, striving to spit out every word full and powerful, which sounds a bit like a radio supporter.

"Your voice is much better than online."

Zhao Xiande almost laughed out loud. With his experience, the woman praises you, which means that she is interested in you. No matter what, this allows him to see the hope of this woman, as long as he can perfectly operate this matter.

He said: "I'm not bad at awards, but I'm still a little bit worse than Han Yan's voice. Back to the point, when will we meet again? You are also a native of Yunhai."

Han Yan whispered: "I am now living alone in Pingjing District...Reporter Zhao, before the appointment of the time and place for meeting, I have a question to ask you."

"I will tell you all if I know."

"Don't tell others about this... Do you know, Mayor Yunhai City?"

Zhao Xiande was puzzled and followed the topic and said, "Li Hongbin, who doesn't know about Yunhai City."

"What is his surname from the boss of Xuanhuang Music Company?"

"Uh--it seems to be called Li Xingyu, are you saying it?" Zhao Xiande was shocked. Could it be that there is any inside story? It is really normal to open a company in China to get married and get married.

Han Yan continued: "Have you seen a young man who looks very rich recently asked you..."

It is indeed his financial backer, Mr. He.

With Han Yan's guidance, Zhao Xiande began to think about it. As a reporter, he had seen many senior officials from afar, and he had a good memory and could not forget it even if he had seen it. He was searching for officials related to the surname He in his mind, but suddenly, he was shocked and sweated.

That young man really looks a bit like the deputy secretary of Yunhai Municipal Party Committee, He Weiguo!

No...no!

Zhao Xiande suddenly realized that he thought he could get money by writing a manuscript, but he didn't expect that there were so many twists and turns here. No wonder the editor-in-chief's attitude is so ambiguous. No matter what manuscript, he must have his own name. Could it be that he was called as a gun?

It would be better to believe that he has something than to believe that he has nothing. This money has made enough money. He knew that the manuscripts he wrote were groundless and had no basis. It would be fine to write one or two articles based on imagination. If he wrote too much, readers would probably not believe it.

Or... stop?

Zhao Xiande was a little timid at first, but now he became more and more afraid of it. The more he was afraid, the more he would think about it. Just when he was about to be scared by himself, a voice continued to come from the phone.

Han Yan said understandingly: "Let's talk again when we meet. You are a good person, and I really don't know how to repay you..."

"Okay, okay, let's talk in person!"

"Tonight at 9 o'clock, Mong Kok Pier on Pinyang Avenue, I'll wait for you."

Zhao Xiande hung up the phone, throwing the worries in his heart behind him, and his mind was filled with excitement after success. He was about to sing loudly, but the neighbor's sound of closing the door shocked him again.

"These grandsons are really not qualified." He cursed.

That night.

Zhao Xiande's carefully carved hair shone under the street lights. Although the weather was very cold, for his "handsome image", he was wearing a thin slim Armani, and was ironed so hard that he could not see any wrinkles.

He stood at the intersection and looked around, a gust of wind blew him to the point of freezing.

"Love hard, love hard-beep-" Press the answer button for the phone.

"Han Yan, where are you? I've already arrived."

Han Yan's tone was a bit strange, but Zhao Xiande couldn't hear it at all: "Walk along Xiaoshizi Street, walk in the second alley, and see a place called "Shuncheng Grocery Store", turn right..."

Zhao Xiande followed Han Yan's guidance and walked forward. He didn't he agree to have a meal at Mongkok Wharf... Why is this place so biased?

Street lights are becoming more and more sparse, and pedestrians on the road are gradually disappearing.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the concrete floor echoes in the narrow alley. The walls on both sides of the alley are very high, probably not in residential areas, but in boiler rooms or factories.

There were also lights of broken glass reflected on the wall. If you didn't notice it when you climbed over the wall and sat on it, that kind of scene would make you shudder.

"Meow--"

"Damn it!" Zhao Xiande jumped up on the spot, turned around and looked back, and found that it was a stray cat looking for food.

He was very brave, and this place happened to contain most of the horror elements he could think of: the narrow alleys that were empty, the dim street lights, the echoes of lonely footsteps, and the strange wild cats that appeared from time to time...

Zhao Xiande swallowed hard, trying to suppress the fear in his heart. He continued to move forward in the direction Han Yan originally told him...

Soles and gravel pavement

However--

Right in front of it is a dead end, with only a cement wall covered with dead vines.

"beep--"

"beep--"

He dialed Han Yan nervously, "Han Yan, where are you? I seem to have gone to the wrong place."

"Haha...I'm right in front of you..."

"This joke is not funny at all... I'll wait for you at the Mong Kok Wharf Restaurant first." Zhao Xiande's expression became worse and worse, and he could no longer bear this terrible atmosphere.

"You turn on the camera...look at your front..."

Just like two mobile phones are close together, echoes are constantly coming and going from the earpiece.

Zhao Xiande's curiosity temporarily suppressed his fear and adjusted his phone to camera mode. When he looked at the screen of the phone, he suddenly became stunned, his eyes widened and his eyes were full of disbelief.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Han Yan was smiling strangely at him... However, he dared to swear to the sky, and there was only a gloomy and terrifying wall in front of him!

The horror movies I have watched have surged out of my memory like a tide, completely destroying his already fragile nerves.

"Ghost!"

Zhao Xiande's eyes rolled and he fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!