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Chapter 4 Lao Yao, You Really Have a Little Gongju in Your Heart

Song Jing watched the other party leave without the urge to ask for a mobile phone number. Just looking at the other party’s wrist with a million watch, she knew that this man was definitely not something that an ordinary woman could hold.

Just look at the beauty just a few times.

It was not until the other party's figure disappeared into the corner that Song Jing felt unfulfilled.

The so-called beautiful and delicious food is enough. If this man sits opposite him, just looking at his face will probably make people eat several big bowls of rice.

Lao Yao called Song Jing.

"It's strange that there is no one in the Tang Ling family, and the door is not closed. There is no unsealed takeaway in her house, and the phone is not taken away here."

Lao Yao's voice was a bit serious and gave an attribution: "Tang Ling seems to be missing."

"not see?"

Song Jing's eyebrows beat: "Have you ever found any other place in the community?"

"I looked for it, and I also asked the security guards of their community to ask for surveillance. Tang Ling has never left the community since she returned home yesterday, but she just disappeared."

When Song Jing heard the seriousness of the matter, he immediately said, "Then wait for me, I'll come and have a look."

When she turned around, she ran into someone head-on.

When he looked up, it turned out to be the man who had just walked over. He stood in front of Song Jing and looked down at Song Jing from a high place. Through the sunglasses, Song Jing didn't know what the man's eyes looked like, but he could detect a hint of coldness.

She paused, then apologized: "Sorry."

The man's voice sounded faintly: "It's okay."

Her voice was low and magnetic, which made people feel extremely enjoyable. Song Jing didn't care why the other party suddenly turned back. She was in a hurry to rush to Tang Ling's side and hurried away.

The man was wearing a Bluetooth headset in his ears, and the sound in the headset was noisy. The man spoke coldly: "I have a situation here."

***

Song Jing went back and apologized to the director and said she wanted to leave in an urgent manner. Seeing that she was not pretending to be fake, the director asked her to leave.

Song Jing took a taxi, but fortunately the club was quite close to Tang Ling's house and arrived in half an hour.

But during this period, Lao Yao did not call again.

She felt a little uneasy.

She had been to Tang Ling's house once, so she had some impression that it was a very ordinary community.

Tang Ling’s house is on the third floor. As soon as she goes upstairs, she sees the door of Tang Ling’s house open. Standing at the door, you can see the approximate environment of the living room. There is a bedroom on the left side of the entrance, and the whole house is a one-bedroom and one-living room layout, which is very small.

When Song Jing entered, he saw Lao Yao in a blink of an eye.

Lao Yao is Song Jing's agent. He is already married in his thirties. Because he is a straightforward person, he gets along well with Song Jing. He is not as fashionable as others in the circle. He often likes to wear plaid shirts.

At this moment, he was sitting by Tang Ling's bedroom bed, staring at a hanging picture on the wall.

That picture is a board of doll stickers, a sticker that is very popular among primary school students, a cute anime girl with a palm-sized slap, can be stuck anywhere by tearing it off.

Nothing strange is seen.

Song Jing was a little surprised and shouted: "Old Yao?"

Lao Yao did not look back, but his voice was a little erratic: "Song Jing, do you think this sticker is particularly beautiful?"

Song Jing felt that he spoke in a strange way, but he felt a sticky feeling that made people get goosebumps anyway.
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