Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

Zuo Liu left.

Chen Putao was the only one left in the whole office.

Chen Putao leaned against the wall, exhaling lightly.

The wound on the calf was not shallow. Looking down, the light-colored jeans had been soaked.He straightened up slowly, wanting to move his body a little, but the monstrous pain roared over him, overwhelming his half-awake consciousness, the eyelids that were powerlessly drooping were startled physiologically, and teardrops ooze from the end of the eyes.

"hiss--"

He wiped his face, brushing the corners of his eyes with his dusty palms, and it was painful.

He sat quietly for a while, staring at the nothingness in front of him, whispering his boyfriend's name.

"Ji Yichuan—"

His lower lip was so dry that he opened his mouth slightly, drooped his head weakly, and his breathing became slow.

The indoor temperature is getting lower and lower, the eyelids are getting heavier, and the consciousness is also blurred.The pain on his body seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, and his soul seemed to be stripped from his body and fell into sleep.

He suddenly felt very cold and sleepy.

Wouldn't it be better to sleep in?

Ji Yichuan ran very fast, the cold wind seemed to have disappeared, leaving only the annoying whistling sound in his ears.

His subordinates didn't dare to stop at all, so he called Wang Zhong.

"Ms. Wang, did Chen Putao ask for leave this afternoon?"

He spoke urgently and quickly, with obvious panting, so anxious that Wang Zhong almost couldn't hear his words clearly.

"Chen Putao? No, he didn't ask for leave from me. What happened to him..."

Ji Yichuan hung up the phone.

Only Wang Zhong was left alone, inexplicably facing the beeping phone.

Running too fast, the black hair rope that he used the most conveniently fell into the snow without knowing where it fell. His hair was messy and scattered, covering most of his neck, and the hairs were sweating, like The sharpest thin needle stuck in his chin.

Sweat was already breaking out from his back, soaking his sweater. In such a cold wind, he actually only felt dry | hot.

There is no one in building c.

No matter how he yelled, his pain and heart-piercing echoes could always be heard from the cold aisle, and finally disappeared into the open snow.

He searched room by room, but he could never find the result.

The emptiness made him almost unable to support his body.

He stared at the building in front of him, the tails of his eyes were scarlet, and the big characters 'c building' painted with red paint on the wall outside the building were no longer clear. In this snowy sky, there was a faint hint of disappearing.

The phone kept calling the same number, but it never got through.

"Where are you? Didn't you mean building C?"

He lost the dignified appearance of the young master in the past, and sat on the bottom step with a lost soul, as if he had been eroded by the dirtiest dust.

Letting go of his tightly clenched palms, he shook his head and made another call.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and when he opened his mouth again, he cried in despair, "Dad—"

Ji Bojian called the police for Ji Yichuan who panicked.

After the police saw the message that Chen Putao had sent to Ji Yichuan, they acted very quickly. Within 10 minutes, a police bell rang from a distance away.

"Go back to the dormitory first, take a good rest, and see what you look like now!"

Ji Bojian didn't go to the company today. He rushed directly from the old house to University A. It was obvious that he left in a hurry. His hair was disheveled. Light colored scarves.

Seeing Ji Yichuan's lost soul, he sighed, stretched out his hands to part the hair hanging on Ji Yichuan's neck, took off his scarf, and wrapped it around him.

"Don't let your hair grow long, you're sweating so much now! Dirty my hands!"

Ji Yichuan looked up at him, and slowly called Dad.

"I'm not going back to the dormitory, I have to find him."

His gaze was determined, and a mole gleamed on his reddened eyelid.

Ji Bojian lost his voice and could only wave his hands, "You can do whatever you want."

Outside the school, Li Wen took a group of students out of the school to have a barbecue, knowing nothing about what was happening in the school now.

Outside the grill.

Li Wen looked at the group of kids who were full and full, and smiled with relief, "After the meal, the teacher invites you to sing?!"

"Good! Long live Teacher Li!"

Li Wen was in high spirits, and as soon as she made her decision, she turned around and led a group of students to the KTV not far away.

Just two steps away, the phone in his pocket started to vibrate violently.

"Mr. Wang, what's the matter?"

Wang Zhong on the opposite side seemed to be in a hurry, he said something hastily, said twice that something happened, urged Li Wen to come back, and hung up the phone.

When Li Wen called again, there was already a call over there.

Instinctively telling her that something serious happened, Li Wen hurriedly withdrew her feet and led a group of students back to school.

"The plan is cancelled. There is something wrong with the school. Let's go back to school."

"The surveillance at the school gate has been checked, and the missing boy has never left the school gate." A young policeman sat at the desk, pointed at the computer screen, and said solemnly. "But because most of the departments of A have already gone for winter vacation, the number of remaining students in the school is too small, so except for the monitoring at the school gate, the monitoring in other buildings is not turned on."

"Then you mean that Chen Putao is still in school?"

"If there is no accident, this little classmate should still be in school."

Hearing this, Ji Yichuan straightened up abruptly, put his hands on the table, and leaned forward. He watched the video at the guard booth for a while, and most of the sweat on his body disappeared, but his half-wet sweater was still terribly sticky .

At this time, he didn't have time to take care of these things, he opened the door and was about to rush out to find someone.

"Wait, the police will—"

Later Wang Zhong wanted to stop him, but Ji Bojian grabbed his wrist, "Let him go."

Ji Bojian looked out the window, it seemed that the snow was falling even more.

As soon as Ji Yichuan went out, he saw a group of acquaintances wandering into the school gate.

He glanced blankly, then turned around and ran towards the distance. He had to find Chen Putao quickly.

A group of people looked at Ji Yichuan's sudden turning and leaving, but they felt inexplicable.

"Students, go back to the dormitory first, and don't leave the dormitory until you are notified!"

In the guard booth, Wang Zhong came out and patiently instructed the students.

"No, Teacher Wang, isn't it a holiday this afternoon?" Some students were dissatisfied, but they were shocked by Wang Zhong's rare anger.

"Shut up! The situation is special now, I don't want to repeat it! Everyone, go back to the dormitory!"

The students were all stunned, and scattered back to the dormitory.

Only Man Zishi noticed the middle-aged man behind Wang Zhong and Ji Yichuan, and stopped to watch for a while. When he was about to leave, Wang Zhong stopped him.

"Man Zishi! Come on, come here, you and Chen Putao are in the same dormitory, right?"

Man Zishi nodded and agreed.

"And when was the last time you saw him?"

"This morning, I didn't go back at noon, so I never met him again."

Wang Zhong nodded thoughtfully, and behind him, the young man in police uniform opened his mouth and asked, "What about Zuo Liu? He should be in the same dormitory as you, right?"

"Yes." Man Zishi's eyes darkened, "It was also this morning."

"Mr. Wang, what's the matter?"