"Jiang Cheng!" Amossian Poetry suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged Jiang Cheng's body that was about to fall.
"What's wrong with you?" Amossian Poetry seemed to be a little confused and asked Jiang Cheng.
At this moment, Amossian Poetry had completely forgotten her previous anger and encounter. She was worried about Jiang Cheng's situation.
Jiang Cheng was naturally very happy about such a situation. At this moment, Jiang Cheng's brain seemed to be stimulated by an electric current. He immediately broke away from Amossian Poetry's arms.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Cheng sat up straight and asked Amossian Poetry.
"I'm fine!" Amossian Poetry replied.
"That's good!" Jiang Cheng looked at Amossian Poetry with a happy expression and sighed to the latter.
"What's wrong with Dong Zhaocheng?" Amossian Poetry's eyes left Jiang Cheng's body and glanced behind Jiang Cheng. When she saw Dong Zhaocheng lying on the ground and vomiting blood, she couldn't help but ask loudly.
"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Cheng didn't answer Amossian Poetry's question and asked her instead.
"Your face is so pale!"
Amossian Poetry glared at Jiang Cheng and said to the latter, "Your face is even paler than mine!"
Both of them only noticed the other's problem, but they didn't notice that their own faces were also stained with white ash, which was why they had this conversation.
Soon, Jiang Cheng noticed that there was a strange feeling on his face. Just as he was about to touch it with his hand, Amossian Poetry suddenly pushed his body away and rushed straight in the direction of Dong Zhaocheng.
"F * ck!" Caught off guard, Jiang Cheng's back slammed heavily into the ground. A cloud of white ash spread out from Jiang Cheng's impact.
The white ash that filled the air had already sunk down, but because of what Jiang Cheng had done, the visibility in the air had decreased again.
At the same time, the white ash on Jiang Cheng's face increased by one centimeter.
"Amossian Poetry." Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up and asked Amossian Poetry.
"What's wrong with Dong Zhaocheng?" Amossian Poetry ran to Dong Zhaocheng's side and asked Jiang Cheng.
"How would I know?" Jiang Cheng replied.
"Now I can't tell Amossian Poetry that I attacked Dong Zhaocheng." Jiang Cheng thought in his heart.
"Looking at him, he was obviously attacked by someone else. Other than you, there's only me. Could I have attacked Dong Zhaocheng?" Amossian Poetry asked Jiang Cheng.
"Maybe!" Jiang Cheng said with a smile.
"What did you say?" Hearing this, Amo Sangshi's face suddenly turned ashen. The white ash from before had disappeared by more than half due to her running.
"Nothing!" Jiang Cheng shrugged helplessly and said to Amossian Poetry, "Anyway, Dong Zhaocheng fainting has nothing to do with me. Maybe he tripped himself. Anyway, I didn't attack him."
"Say it again." Amossian Poetry's tone suddenly became stern as she shouted at Jiang Cheng.
"Why were you so impulsive? He just fainted. Just send him to the hospital." Jiang Cheng continued.
"Then why are you still standing here like a fool?" Amossian Poetry questioned.
"I'm waiting for your order!" Jiang Cheng said.
"Hurry up and find an ambulance!" Amossian Poetry suddenly stood up and pointed her finger at Jiang Cheng's face as she shouted at him.
"Oh!" Jiang Cheng put on an indifferent expression. He responded casually and walked away.
Jiang Cheng came to the elevator and placed his hand on the wall.
"Why hasn't any staff come to this lousy hotel yet?" Jiang Cheng thought in his heart.
"Could this be the service efficiency of a five-star hotel?" Jiang Cheng continued to think in his heart.
Immediately, Jiang Cheng looked back at the corridor and found that the entire floor was covered with white dust.
"It's true. I have to complain about their service efficiency! The entire floor is covered with white dust. I might even get a rhinitis if I'm not careful. "
All of this was caused by Jiang Cheng, but now he was blaming the hotel for not doing a good job …
If someone knew the truth of the matter at this time, he would definitely stand up and give Jiang Cheng a hard slap in the face.
Jiang Cheng immediately turned his head in the direction of the elevator. He looked at himself at the elevator door.
"F * ck!" Jiang Cheng immediately turned his head in the direction of the elevator. He almost didn't recognize himself.
"When did I become so white?" Jiang Cheng thought in his heart.
He raised his hands and patted his cheeks on both sides, trying to pat off the white dust.
"F * ck, what's with this white dust? Why can't I get it off?" Jiang Cheng murmured.
He patted with one hand and pulled with the other, as if he was trying two ways to get rid of the white dust at the same time.
"F * ck, what material is this made of? Why can't I get it off my face?" At this moment, Jiang Cheng was doubting his life.
He just saw Amossian Poetry shake off the white dust on his face, but now the white dust on his face couldn't be removed no matter how hard he tried. It's no wonder that I have such doubts.
"F * ck!" Jiang Cheng pulled hard and actually tore off the skin on his face. Although he successfully removed the white dust from his face, the consequence was that his skin was also injured.
"What's going on? Is it sticking to my skin? "Jiang Cheng thought in his heart.
"It can't be!" Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly became dull. If it was really as Jiang Cheng thought, and the white dust stuck to his skin, then Jiang Cheng's face would probably be ruined.
"What should I do?" Jiang Cheng immediately moved his hands away from his face. He had already determined that the method of pulling off the white dust was a stupid method. Now he had to think of a way to remove the white dust without hurting his skin.
Jiang Cheng scratched his head, and the few fine hairs suddenly floated down from the air.
"There must be a way!" As Jiang Cheng thought about it, he suddenly had an idea. He thought in his heart, "Maybe it can be washed off with water?"
"Yes, it can definitely be washed off with water! How will I know if I don't try! "Jiang Cheng determined his next course of action and thought in his heart.
Jiang Cheng's body was spinning in circles, and his eyes were looking around.
"Where is the toilet?" Jiang Cheng thought in his heart.
"Is there no toilet in this area?" Jiang Cheng then thought that if there really was no toilet, Jiang Cheng would definitely tear the hotel staff to pieces.
"Damn, there really is no sign of toilet." Jiang Cheng's anger slowly surged in his heart. He twitched his mouth and murmured, "This garbage hotel, I must go down and teach them a lesson."
Jiang Cheng immediately put his finger on the button outside the elevator. With the sensor device working, the button instantly flashed red.
However, Jiang Cheng didn't seem to know what was going on. In other words, he felt that he must press the button, otherwise the elevator would not come to the ninth floor.
As this idea emerged in Jiang Cheng's mind, he gently pressed the button, and the elevator button suddenly went dark.
"What the hell?" Jiang Cheng wondered in his heart, "I have already pressed it, how can it still turn black?"
"I don't believe it." Jiang Cheng then put his finger on the button outside the elevator. Before Jiang Cheng pressed it, the sensor device sensed Jiang Cheng's finger, and a red light burst out from it.
"What the hell is going on? I haven't pressed it yet! "Jiang Cheng was puzzled in his heart.
"Crazy!" Jiang Cheng's finger gently pressed, and the button immediately turned black.
"This …" Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly stagnated. His body stood in the same place, and his mind was in a daze.
"Are you crazy?!" Jiang Cheng raised his leg and kicked the elevator door. At this moment, the elevator door suddenly opened.
"Jiang Cheng." A familiar figure slowly appeared in Jiang Cheng's vision along with the light from the outside.
"Zhao Hai!" Jiang Cheng murmured in his mouth. Although he didn't understand the principle of this elevator, since the elevator had opened, Jiang Cheng's anger immediately dissipated.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"You're still talking!" Zhao Hai's tone suddenly rose a few pitches, and he shouted at Jiang Cheng.
"It's still my business?" Jiang Cheng wondered. In Jiang Cheng's memory, he didn't remember what happened with Zhao Hai in the hotel.
"You come in!" Before the elevator door closed, Zhao Hai dragged Jiang Cheng in with his hand.
"You actually let me, Zhao Hai, play with the elevator alone in the hotel." Zhao Hai suddenly widened his eyes and glared at Jiang Cheng.
His sharp eyes were particularly bright in the dimly lit elevator.
"What? Just now? "Jiang Cheng was puzzled. He still couldn't remember what happened.
"You're still pretending! I'll let you try what it's like to play with the elevator now. "When Zhao Hai said this, Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly burst with a ray of light. He remembered.
"I'll let you experience the feeling of going up and down in the elevator twenty times." Zhao Hai immediately put his hand on the button to open the elevator door. This action was too familiar. Jiang Cheng remembered that he played with Zhao Hai like this.
"Wait a minute!" Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke. He pulled out his hand and grabbed Zhao Hai's arm in the air. He then said, "I remember."
"Oh?" Zhao Hai asked with a puzzled tone, "Then what are you going to do?"
"What else can I do? Since it's already happened and I've already tricked you, don't tell me you're going to trick me again before you stop?" Jiang Cheng asked Zhao Hai. ‘
"I asked you, how are you going to compensate me? Do you want me to make 20 trips for nothing? "Zhao Hai asked Jiang Cheng.
"About that! I haven't thought of it yet. I'll let you know when I do. "Jiang Cheng said to Zhao Hai.
Zhao Hai moved his body slightly. After approaching the elevator door, he said to Jiang Cheng, "If you still want to, I'll let you experience what it's like to go up and down in the elevator 20 times."
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