The mood is very agitated, but Feng Yiting's IQ has not yet turned to zero: "so, the key is still in the language?"

It's like a scar. He's always reticent and secretive. He's afraid to ask, or to ask. He's afraid that she can't bear it. He's really afraid to let her out. He doesn't care whether he knows the truth or not. As long as she lives well, nothing matters.

But if she hasn't been violated, it's a different story.

At the meeting of Mou Guang, Jiang Hong nodded his head: "she is a party, even if it is intuition, we can't feel deeper than her! And now we're really in a dead end! "

This is inevitable!

"Well, I'll take care of it as I see fit! If you are in a hurry, there will be chaos. I'm not in a hurry. Let's see the situation first. I can afford to wait! No matter who it is, unless she can't move! "

Otherwise, he can dig her out!

The two discussed something again. Jiang Hongcai got up and left, took a phone call, and worked for a while. Feng Yizheng's brain was occupied by an uncontrollable inflation.

Put down the phone, realize a turn inadvertently, sweep to the time on the table, feel the quiet breath of the room, he just felt that he was going to work soon, and someone went out too long!

Eh, what's the matter? What did you visit so long?

Picking up his mobile phone, he first called jiqianyu: [sorry, the number you dialed is not answered for the moment, please dial later, sorry -]

looking at the mobile phone, his eyebrows frowned: is this crazy?

After reading a document, he called again, but still no one answered. Seeing that he was going to work soon, Feng Yiting felt quite puzzled: why didn't he come back?

Then he picked up the seat on the table: "when did Qianyu go out? Did you say where to go? "

"What? Good! I see! "

Put down the phone, Feng Yizheng raised his hand and looked at the following table: it's been out for more than two hours, I'm going to see the shooting, and now it's time to come back! What's going on?

"What am I thinking?"

Get up, seal a dozen knock on the head: in the company, what can happen?

In a flash, his body suddenly froze: studio? Conference hall? Director? Actor?

Which circle has no hidden rules? Especially in this circle, the performance is more incisive. This is the characteristics of the industry. The more ups and downs the industry makes money, the greater the pressure and risk. What's more, it's the place to eat the youth meal?

Zhuoyuan group is a two in one floor design, which is divided into two buildings in the East and West. The East is half of the office area, while the west is almost full of film and television bases. Various studios, studios, equipment rooms and indoor shooting bases. Because of the nature of the industry, there are also spare parts in the East built into self use or rental mode. In other words, even if the management is strict, it is often mixed with people . Even if he is confused in this circle, Feng Yiting has to admit that this circle is dazzling but stifling.

All of a sudden, another wave of uneasiness swept over him, and he picked up his cell phone again.

Just press the familiar number, vaguely, it seems that a buzzing sound came, and he quickly turned around. He pressed the hang up button again, and his eyes fell on the sofa where he met the guests. At this time, her computer and pen were still placed on one side of the small table. At this time, they were all buckled and neat.

Press the number again, and his footsteps slowly moved over. Sure enough, the buzzing vibration became more and more clear. Then, he found her mobile phone in the corner of the sofa pillow.

Damn it!

It must be for fear of affecting his work that the mobile phone is set to vibration mode! How to go out without a mobile phone! This lost character!

I haven't come back for so long, can't I really get something?

Quickly back to the table, Feng Yiting picked up the phone on the table:

"inform all departments to check the whereabouts of Qianyu! Call Jianghong to see me! Check all the workroom schedules in use today, and send a summary! Right away! "

Hold the phone, seal a dozen also some anxious: do not make any mistakes again! This is Zhuoyuan. If there's another jump here, there's no chance of survival!

For a while, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

"No! Who dares to make trouble in Zhuoyuan? Don't scare yourself! " Comforting himself, Feng Yizheng clenched his fists, but they all trembled slightly.

According to her character, if she just goes out for a walk, she should not go far. After all, she is also half a person in this circle. This industry has no fresh feeling for her!

So it's more likely to be confined to the east half of the building, which is closer to his office.

……

Thinking about it, Feng Yiting's heart also mentioned his voice. Soon, the secretary sent in the information, and Jiang Hong rushed over. After about the situation, they checked each other out.

On the other hand, the secretary is also collecting and summarizing information, reporting from time to time: "the president, someone saw his wife in the No. 3 studio, and also appeared on the 13th floor --"

checking quickly, and Feng Yihuo also said:

"now go to inform all departments, see the lady's reply immediately, in addition, everyone on each floor will find someone to check and see if there is any news in thousands of languages!"

"Yes!" The Secretary ran out with his mobile phone, and Jiang Hong couldn't help looking at him more: "brother Ting, are you too nervous?"

Maybe I just went out for a walk and forgot to bring my cell phone!

In Zhuoyuan, and this is about two hours, a big living person, not a child! Jianghong always thinks that his protective area is too much! No wonder it's holding people up like this!

"I hope so! I don't know, but I really don't feel very good -- "

wring her eyebrows and holding her cell phone, her face is obviously confused! I don't know if it was infected by him. Slowly, Jianghong's lips also coagulated a little.

A moment later, the Secretary ran in again, flipping his cell phone and saying, "president, every floor has basically replied, but no one has found it!"

In a word, Jiang Hong immediately felt bad: "get rid of the monitoring, first adjust all the floors that have appeared!"

Soon, the picture was cut up, and the two men turned it over and explored, and said: "on the 13th floor, the last picture captured was 10:10, and she walked in the direction of the stairway --"

when the line of sight met, she said: "why don't you take the elevator?"

After drawing the summary in his hand, Feng Yiting's face also flashed a little doubt: "the adjacent two floors are working rooms, the corresponding logistics service office, and there is no studio in the five floors!"

It's not the lowest or the highest. Where is she going?