His eyes were fixed on Kuang Jinxin's face, which was too obvious, which made Lin Lin next to him even save the mistake and laugh.

Kuang Jinxin was a little confused at first, then scratched his head and asked with a little uncertainty: "Brother, are you chatting with me?"

Before Chi Yingxue could answer, she was stunned for a moment and attacked both of them at the same time.

...

Top floor, 12:00.

"Master Money! You can make money again if you lose money, but if you lose people, you will be gone—"

Amid the noisy shouts, Qian Ai's vision gradually became clear. He stepped on the edge of the outer periphery of the top floor, and behind him was an abyss. In front of him was a man dressed in a security guard. The other party seemed to dare not get too close, so he stood two meters away and shouted with great sincerity.

"Mr. Qian! Think about how painful it is to fall down! If you crush it, you will become a meat pie--"

Meat patties? Xianghe...meat patties?

When is it all, I still want to eat it!

He despised himself in his heart.

But soon he realized something was wrong. He remembered Xianghe meat patties, Sichuan skewers, Northeast stews, Beijing roast duck, etc., but he couldn't remember who he was and why he stood here.

"Mr. Qian——"

"The alias is over!" He couldn't stand it anymore. The wind on the top floor was already strong, and he was prone to falling into trouble after being so howled like this.

"Who am I?" He was eager to know the question.

"Mr. Qian!"

"Full name!"

"bite--"

"Qian Ai, Caotou Ai."

"Who am I?"

"The boss of the trading company is working on our tenth floor!"

"bite--"

"Can you turn off your broken phone first?"

"This is not the ringtone of my phone..." The security guard was almost crying. In order to persuade the suicide boss to come down, he took great pains. Even if the other party pretended to be crazy, he would cooperate with him. What else would he do!

He hopes that Mr. Qian has lost his memory and will at least not commit suicide again!

"Mr. Qian, think of your family, your wife, and your children, keep the green mountains there, and don't be afraid of burning firewood..."

"Wife? Child?" Qian Ai's mind was confused, "Do I have it?"

"..." The security guard said casually, how could he know about such housework?

The air suddenly became quiet, and an anxious voice came from the security guard's intercom: "Come on the third floor, come on the third floor, someone is causing trouble!"

Qian Ai sighed and decided to get out of such a dangerous place first. No matter whether the security guard said it was true or false, he didn't want to die at all now. Even if he was really bankrupt, he would just fall and get up from wherever he fell.

The security guard just held the walkie-talkie and wanted to report on his situation, but Yu Guang suddenly caught Qian Ai lifting one of his legs.

He breathed stagnantly and rushed over without hesitation!

Qian Ai widened his eyes and looked at the security guard rushing towards him in panic. Just as the security guard hugged his legs, he suddenly felt a trance...

"Master Money! You can make money again if you lose money, but if you lose people, you will be gone—"

Qian Ai stood on the edge of the outer edge, his figure swaying slightly, giving him a subtle sense of unreality.

He seems to have heard this?

"Mr. Qian! Think about how painful it is to fall down! If you crush it, you will become a meat pie--"

He had heard this...

"Mr. Qian, think of your family, your wife, and your children, keep the green mountains there, and don't be afraid of burning firewood..."

If there is a problem, there is definitely a problem. Either he is crazy or the security guard is crazy.

Behind the security guard was the door downstairs, and a touch of red reflected from the door glass.

He turned around by chance, and in the air, there was a blood-red "12".

"Come on the third floor, come on the third floor, someone is causing trouble!"

The sound of the walkie-talkie brought Qian Ai back to pay attention.

Some fragments flashed through his mind, the walkie-talkie, the third floor, the security guard rushed over... and rushed over?

Qian Ai was hit by the memory clip and was so shocked that he was a little unsteady. The sudden strong wind made his body shake even more violently.

"Mr. Qian!" The security guard was shocked and rushed over without hesitation!

"..." Come again?!

The moment when his legs were hugged, the dizziness did not come as expected. Qian Ai was stunned for a moment, but in the next second, his body leaned back and fell off the roof.

The security guard rushed too hard, hugged his legs, but knocked down the person. He didn't even have to wait until he tightened his arms, so the person was already out.

In fact, even if he tightens his strength, the little strength of his legs can't keep a big man.

Dizzy, trance, 12:00.

"Master Money! You can make money again if you lose money, but if you lose people, you will be gone—"

"Shut up! Shut up! Don't move!" Qian Ai's aura was like a three-shot attack, and he came down from the outer edge like a flash, and ran to the center of the roof in one breath, and then he felt relieved while panting.

In the air outside the building, the bloody "12" turned into "11".

"Mr. Qian, have you figured it out?" The security guard was so surprised that he was almost excited, and his voice changed tone.

"Nonsense!" Qian Ai wiped his forehead, regardless of whether there was cold sweat or not, "I won't understand anymore and let you pounce again!"

"Ah?" The security guard looked innocent and confused.

Qian Ai wanted to give him a blow.

The wind blew across the top floor, making Mr. Qian calm down a little: "It's time for your walkie-talkie to ring."

The security guard didn't understand. After a few seconds, the walkie-talkie really rang: "Come on the third floor, come on the third floor, someone is causing trouble!"

The security guard looked at him magically and responded to the other end: "Okay, come here."

When he arrived at the door, he saw Qian Ai not moving and asked, "Mr. Qian, let's go down together?"

Qian Ai shook his head: "Go ahead and go."

The worry in the security guard's eyes came back.

Qian Ai rolled his eyes: "Don't worry, I'll just blow the wind and smoke. If I want to die, I'll jump just now."

The security guard thought it was the same, and the intercom was urged again, and after a few words of advice, he left.

Qian Ai squatted on the top floor seriously, smoked two cigarettes, and then—nothing thought out.

This situation is too weird, completely unscientific, and even more clueless.

Take out your phone and take a look, 12:15.

Sighing, he got up and went back to the building. The man said that he was working on the 10th floor. Maybe he could remember something when he returned to the company.

On the 22nd floor of the building, he stood in front of the elevator door on the top floor and waited for a while before the elevator arrived.

12:17, the elevator slowly opened on the 10th floor.

Qian Ai walked out and just saw the words "trading company" and felt a headache in the back of his head, and his eyes were instantly pitch black.
Chapter completed!