"See you tomorrow, my husband."
Just now when we were having dinner, Su Wanyu said that there was no need to come tomorrow morning, and she would be doing a live broadcast at home at noon.
Song Jihuai felt lost, the little girl had learned bad things.
Even though I felt a little bitter, I could only say, "See you tomorrow."
Su Wanyu turned around and went upstairs.
Song Jihuai watched her figure enter the corridor, and waited for the lights in Su Wanyu's room to turn on.
A figure appeared at the window.
Su Wanyu stood by the window, looked at the car parked downstairs, waved, and then pulled the curtains.
Song Jihuai turned around and got into the car, saying, "Go home."
the next day.
Although it was agreed to be live broadcast at 12 o'clock.
But Zhou Fenghe was obviously very economical. He started warming up at 11 o'clock and put a lot of things on the shelves in the merchandise display, thus selling goods in disguise.
In comparison, Su Wanyu's side was much quieter.
11:30...
11:50...
11:55...
11:59...
Twelve o'clock...
Ten past twelve...
There has been no movement!
The topic #苏婉玉贴貿易# once again topped the hot searches. At the same time, a large number of marketing accounts were reposting it. Su Wanyu was too cowardly to respond.
Song Jihuai started to contact Su Wanyu after he didn't receive any news from her since around eleven o'clock.
But I couldn’t get through to Su Wanyu on the phone.
Song Jihuai felt something was wrong and immediately drove to Moon Bay!
But for some reason, Chengdu seems to be particularly congested today.
finally.
At twelve o'clock, Song Jihuai arrived outside Su Wanyu's door.
But no matter how he knocked on the door, Su Wanyu did not respond. In desperation, he could only take out the spare key and open the door.
But inside the house...
Empty.
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