Hai Zhuoxuan sat in the car blankly. He seemed to be ten years old after less than a day. His eyes were more deeply afraid than the animals on the verge of death, and his despair was heavier than the fallen leaves in autumn.

Suddenly, the baker on the second floor, who was often staying at Ye Chuqing, turned on the lights, and the lights projected from the four-sided windows in the English style.

He got out of the car and rushed into the door in ecstasy. As soon as he opened the door, he rushed to the second floor immediately, "Chu Qing."

"Master." The servant who was staying in the room looked at him in frightened, and when he saw him, he hurriedly said, "There is a mouse."

His shoulders were crossed down, and his whole body looked very decadent, "Go out."

With panicked footsteps left, he gently closed the door and locked himself in the room with her and his memory.

There was still a model on the table that was not packed up. She wanted to make cookies this morning, but she was dragged to her for a walk.

"Chu Qing." He murmured in a low voice, looking regretful and desperate.

The next day, he stared at him and didn't sleep all night, his bloodshot and swollen eyes were ready to go out to the police station. As soon as he went out, he met Ding Yiyi and Ye Nianmo.

Ye Nianmo punched him casually, and he staggered backwards and fell to the ground. His cheeks swelled, protruding a bloody tooth.

He got up, his expression was decadent, and his tone was a little desperate, "Hurry up and find her, please."

Ding Yiyi pulled Ye Nianmo, and saw that he was so embarrassed, "Have you looked for the police?"

Hai Zhuoxuan nodded silently. Los Angeles is so big, how could he find a woman who deliberately hides from him?

"An Ran is in Los Angeles, with a wide range of connections and a familiarity with this place. I'll ask him." Ding Yiyi said.

Although Ye Nianmo didn't want Ding Yiyi to get along with other men, he didn't care about these things now. He said, "I'll go find Aunt Yunduo and Uncle Yu Lan."

Ding Yiyi called An Ran, but a strange man answered the phone. The man thought she was a fan and happened to get An Ran's call, so he said that An Ran is filming now, but he would never meet fans during filming.

She arrived at the scene of Anran filming. Sure enough, there were two tall and burly black men standing at the door. When the black man saw her, he immediately stretched out his arms and said in English: "No one is allowed to enter inside."

Ding Yiyi also said fluently in English: "I have a friend named An Ran. Can you help me find him?"

The black man smiled, "There are many Chinese girls who want to find him. I don't like him, they have a woman's face."

"He is my friend, you are not allowed to say that." Ding Yiyi looked at the two of them with some angriness.

The man in black shrugged at his companion and refused to speak, but he still refused to let him go.

Ding Yiyi saw the gap under the arms crossed between the two people in front of her, so she simply turned around and pretended to leave. As the black man had already relaxed his vigilance, she suddenly turned around and rushed inside.

There was a long corridor inside. Ding Yiyi rushed inside, and the voice of a black man came from behind. She was caught after a few steps on her arm.

"It hurts!" She screamed in shock, and the black man who grabbed her injured arm immediately let go, looking at her bloody arm, "Are you injured?"

The person passing by came and asked a few questions, and saw her blood-seeking sleeves and said, "Go to the infirmary, the doctor is here."

"I want to find Anran." Ding Yiyi said hurriedly.
Chapter completed!