About 20 minutes later, Leng Shutong pushed his suitcase out of the hotel.
The result looked for a long time, also did not see Xi Ze's figure, the car still parked in the original position, but others disappeared.
Did you go to the bathroom?
Leng Shutong turned back to the lobby and planned to wait for him in the rest area for a moment.
Ten minutes later, Xize still didn't show up.
Suspiciously, she rummaged through her bag and found out her mobile phone. Before the phone was dialed, she saw the service staff in the hotel hall rushing upstairs.
I don't know what happened. It seems that the situation is very urgent. She vaguely heard someone talking about calling the police.
Leng Shutong didn't think much. When she dropped her eyes, she just received a wechat on her mobile phone.
It's a picture from Xize.
Leng Shutong opened and stood up in shock.
In the photo, it's a self portrait of Xize with bruised eyes, but he looks very proud. His thin lips are slightly curved, showing evil.
Leng Shutong stares at the picture and looks at it again. Then he notices that in the lower right corner of the room, there is a man sitting on the carpet with his back against the bed. There are still a few drops of blood hanging on the collar of his plaid shirt.
From the side, it's Han Yunting!
Leng Shutong was shocked and forgot to respond.
Although the layout of many rooms is not shown in the photo, she is very familiar with it.
Because it's the suite in this hotel.
Leng Shutong's eyes flashed. She suddenly remembered what the service staff had done just now. She couldn't care about anything else. She asked the front desk about Han Yunting's room and went upstairs in a hurry.
Did Xi Ze and Han Yunting fight?
And look at that picture, it is obvious that Xi Ze has the upper hand, and even sent her a self portrait ostentatiously.
A moment later, Leng Shutong came to the eighth floor of the hotel.
Just out of the elevator to see the staff gathered in front of the door of a suite, pointing inside the room.
Seeing this, Leng Shutong didn't think about it. He quickly went to look inside and was stunned.
Did they tear down the hotel room?
All the visible objects in the suite are almost scattered everywhere.
The marble tea table in the living room was smashed, and vases and various decorations were thrown all over the floor.
Leng Shutong hasn't seen Han Yunting yet. When she turns her eyes to look at Xi Ze, she finds that his white tuxedo coat is dirty.
And... His handsome face can also be described as black and blue, which is many times more serious than that in the self photo.
Leng Shutong suspected that the selfie he had just sent might have used a beauty camera.
At this time, Xize is discussing the follow-up compensation with the person in charge of the hotel, and he made it clear that all the compensation amount is under the name of the person who checked in this room.
Guest room, it's Han Yunting's.
When Leng Shutong heard this, he didn't hesitate any more. He slipped in quietly through the crack of the door, intending to see Han Yunting's injury.
As for Xize, she has long been familiar with it.
Growing up, Xize may fight more than he eats.
Leng Shutong quietly came to the bedroom door, where he could reach his sight, still in a mess.
Apart from the bed is still complete, other places can hardly stay.
Even the triangle leisure chair by the windowsill is broken.
Leng Shutong took back his eyes from around, looked to the left, and saw that Han Yunting was still sitting on the ground.
He leaned his back against the side of the bed, bent his knee on one leg, put his elbow on his knee, and looked decadent with his head down.
Cold Shutong heart next tight, a little distressed.
I've known him for so long. I've never seen him in such a mess.
I don't know where my glasses are. I have a wound on the corner of my mouth. There are dry blood stains