Chapter 501

She wanted to see what he could do.

Chen Baimo spat a cigarette ring, took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and went back to the sofa. The dark red liquid slowly flowed into the goblet——

Bang.

There was a sudden loud noise.

Chen Baimo subconsciously looked at the place where she made her voice. It was because she turned her head that she let the flying piece of glass not pierce her, but flew directly in front of her eyes.

Behind the French window was smashed out of a big hole, broken glass everywhere, including a round rolling stone.

She sat there in shock. If she didn't look back just now, the glass would have hit her on the back of the head.

Chen Baimo lived in a two-story villa, which she bought when the house price was low that year. The location was a bit partial, but she liked quiet, and she didn't plan to live long at that time, so she didn't think it was a big problem.

She was tight, her hand shaking.

She wanted to rush to the window to see who it was, but she didn't dare, in case the other side threw another stone.

Another sound of broken glass came from the kitchen.

At the beginning, for the sake of beauty, the developer used a large area of French windows. Later, when decorating, she did not change it into tempered glass.

Chen Baimo pressed the key on the electronic access control to connect with the property management, and there was a quick connection: "property management office."

Next second——

power failure.

There's light coming through the window, but even so, it's frightening in such an atmosphere.

Chen Baimo didn't dare to stand by the window. In the walkie talkie, the property management didn't wait for a response and asked again, "hello? This is the property management office. What can I do for you

She tried to calm the way: "power failure, someone broke the glass."

"OK, I'll send someone to see it right away. Don't worry."

After hanging up, Chen Baimo slides down the wall and buries his face in his knees.

She wanted to lock the door, but she didn't dare. It seemed safer to curl up like this.

Time passed very slowly, Chen Baimo maintained this posture, the whole body was stiff, just heard outside the property management to knock on the door.

"Miss Chen, we are property management. Are you in?"

Chen Baimo got up to open the door.

Outside, standing two middle-aged men in security uniforms, holding flashlights, "when was the power cut?"

"Just now, the glass was smashed, too."

She turned aside to make it easier for them to see.

"It may have tripped. Let's go down and have a look. Don't worry, Miss Chen. Our staff are already checking and monitoring. They will definitely catch the person who broke the window."

"Yes."

She did not dare to stay alone. She went downstairs with the property management. The safety gate was pulled down and pushed up.

"Miss Chen, there's electricity."

Although there is electricity, but Chen Baimo still dare not go upstairs, she called Chen Huai, "find me a high-rise commercial housing, now, immediately."

Chen Huai was so busy that he received more than a dozen calls to terminate his contract. At the moment, Chen Baimo was still asking him to pick him up. His anger came up, "what are you crazy about most of the night? Now where do I go to find you a house? Do you think you are still the movie queen with boundless scenery? Now, it's a question whether you can live in China or not. Look longer and make less trouble for others. "

"Some people smash my glass and turn off the switch. Those people are crazy."

Chen Huai wanted to curse, but saw Chen Baimo's emotional excitement, quiet for two seconds, "you wait, I let the driver pick you up."

……

Compared with Chen Baimo's miserable situation in China, Mo Beiting and Yi Qiao are extremely comfortable.

It's an unknown town in France. They've been here for ten days. It's not a tourist city. There are no swarms of tourists.

The architecture of the whole town is old and old, but it has a strong French flavor that can not be felt in many places.

They live in a second floor B & B, which is the only hotel in the town. When the sliding door of the room is opened, there is a small garden full of roses outside.

The thorny branches fall from the wall. Now it is the flowering season of rose. The pink flowers are clustered together. When the wind blows, the petals whirl down the street. It looks like a picture.

The town was very small. They finished their visit the next day. In the next few days, Yiqiao would stay in her room, reading, watching TV, or sleeping.

When the sun is good, she will lie on the couch under the umbrella and wear sunglasses to feel the rare tranquility and fragrance.