MTL - Sweetest Top Actress in My Home-Chapter 292 You said, would he come?

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Jiang Yuning was calm and quiet, and then meditated in his mouth: "Find the handle on the chair, find the bucket in the box, and find the key in the basket ..."

Time passed little by little, and Vera was anxious: "Ten minutes, uncle Ning, is it okay?"

"It hurts?" Jiang Yuning couldn't help but tease her.

"No air, no water, no light ..."

Jiang Yuning found the knife under the umbrella, assembled it with the handle, and then continued to look for new tips.

At this moment, the windows on the eighteenth floor were slammed by the storm, of course, this is not a special effect that the program group can arrange.

When Jiang Yuning got the final pass code and was about to open the door, he heard only two beeps, and the circuit system of the hotel was directly burned by the thunderstorm.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Vera was anxious when she saw that the advertising box was off, and people were still inside.

Soon, the hotel service ran up the 18th floor, holding the unlocking tool in his hand: "Two ladies, you back, we're going to hit the door."

"What's wrong?"

"Type 15 typhoon" the source of the disaster ", the movement path was out of control, and landed on our island in advance. Now that the program has ended recording, you should return to your room to stay. Door.

Jiang Yuning took the opportunity to walk down to the eighteenth floor window and found that the storm outside and the sea surged. Fortunately, the hotel is relatively high and has not been submerged by the sea. It is currently the most ideal refuge on the island.

Soon, the code lock of the small black room was broken, and Vera quickly followed the staff to see that Xiao Chennan was safe and relieved.

"You guys ... so violent?"

Vera rolled her eyelids and couldn't help answering: "A violent fart, the typhoon is here, hurry you out."

Vera lost her temper.

Xiao Chennan couldn't help but smile, and then walked out of the room with Vera. The three quickly went downstairs to join the other guests.

The other staff and directors of "Desert Island" are also scorched at the moment, recording so many issues, and have not encountered such a dangerous situation. Because the island is now completely closed, the road to the island has been blocked, and I want to come in unless I can fly.

"Please return to your room to rest and wait for the typhoon to transit."

"Hey, half the festival list, what a grudge?"

The staff of the program group knew that everyone's mood was unstable, and hurried to convey the meaning of several directors: "The program is not important, everyone's safety is most important. I hope everyone can listen to the hotel's arrangement and wait for the typhoon to leave. Find a way to send everyone back to Los Angeles safely, please rest assured. "

"A few old bald donkeys have conscience." The kid's mouth was raised high.

"Now, please come back to your room to rest."

Along with this, the hotel also unblocked the signal, just because the typhoon was too fierce and everyone's mobile phone was basically useless.

...

Affected by the typhoon, Los Angeles was also caught in heavy rain.

Subsequently, in the entertainment news, there was also the news that the deserted island crew was trapped on the island. Fans of several artists were worried and distressed.

"Ahhh, who will rescue my little fairy."

"My family obviously ... can you report peace? We have to worry about death."

"Did you get water in the show crew? You have chosen such a dangerous place to record the show, oh, our baby."

"Who can give me some information? I hope everyone is fine."

Immediately afterwards, the topic of the "" Desert Island "program group due to typhoon trapped hotel #" became a hot search.

[The show crew is really killing themselves, it's too dangerous. ]

[I hope everyone is okay, we can not watch the show, and everyone is fine. ]

[It is said that people on the island cannot get in, and the road is flooded. ]

[Jiang Yuning died early. ]

[Sick upstairs? Why is it so vicious? ]

[Slum, why are these people so dark inside? ]

[Reported, that person came out for scolding, neurosis. ]

The internet made a lot of noise. Subsequently, Guangying and several other artist's agencies also tried to contact the hotel and the show group, but the communication equipment was blocked and they could not be contacted at all.

Seeing this, Secretary He received the message and immediately knocked on the door to enter Lu Jingzhi's office: "The principal, something happened."

There were still people in Lu Jingzhi's office, but Secretary He walked in and gave the phone to Lu Jingzhi.

Everyone from 489 knows that Lu Jingzhi is a workaholic and has never been delayed for personal matters, but this time, Lu Jingzhi got up from his office chair after watching his mobile phone: "This matter will be discussed next time."

The others in uniform: "?????"

"Did you not notice, the wedding ring of the principal's ring finger?"

"Have it?"

"I don't know which girl is so blessed."

Outside the door, Lu Jingzhi was walking fast, and Secretary He followed him, almost unable to catch up: "Principal."

"What's happening on the island now? Is there a way to get in?"

"The typhoon is too big, and now everyone is waiting for news." Secretary He answered quickly.

Lu Jingzhi pursed his lips tightly, his eyebrows and eyelids were wrinkled, and the black pupil seemed to hide the blade.

This ancestor always had to do something to make his heart pound.

"Arrange a place where you are closest to the island, and then inquire and arrange for rescue immediately."

"Understand." Secretary He promised immediately.

Mommy, this is the heart of the principal, I hope this **** typhoon can stop quickly.

And this rain ...

It's too big, as big as the day Yi Ping asked her dad for money.

...

In the hotel, the guests all shrank into a ball at this moment, because the temperature of the wind and rainstorm dropped sharply, it was cold enough.

The hotel staff is trying to restore the hotel's power supply system, but the typhoon is too fierce, there is really no way.

"These old bald donkeys are really pitting themselves even when they are fierce." The golden child wrapped in a quilt and sighed on the sofa. "I don't know when the typhoon will stop."

Jiang Yuning looked at the kid Jin, frowning, and then said: "Little boy, you honestly tell me, are you a spy?"

"What spy?" Jin Mingji couldn't help but tremble. "Ha, sister Ning, what are you talking about? How can I not understand?"

"Well, at this time, shouldn't you look forward to it. What heroes are there, stepping on the colorful clouds and coming to us?" Xu Beisheng leaned on Jiang Yuning's arm. "You said, would he come?"

"Who? Who will come?"

Jiang Yuning pushed Jin Jin ’s head away and threatened him: “Let ’s continue to analyze why you are a spy ...”

"Director, there are spoilers here!"

"Dead child." Jiang Yuning couldn't help laughing, looking at Emperor Xiao Ying and Vera.

Alas, this typhoon is not useless ...