The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Zhou Yian looked at the strange and disgusting face in front of her, feeling terrified. She unconsciously increased the strength in her hands. Just as she was about to hit him hard, her wrist tightened and someone held her back.

She felt the resistance in her hands, but still wanted to break free and continue smashing down.

The foreman hugged her and whispered to her soothingly, "It's okay, it's okay." As he spoke, he gently patted her back. Her body shook, her breathing became rapid, and she slowly lowered her hand holding the ashtray.

The few people who came in saw Zhou Yian's distraught look and stood still, not daring to move forward, for fear that the ashtray in her hand would be careless and hit them and hurt innocent people.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, we are here to save you, don't be afraid." He comforted her in a low voice and gently took the ashtray from her hand, fearing that she would get excited and hit the man a few more times, and the man's head would explode and he would die here.

Her rare gentleness soothed Zhou Yian's nervous emotions. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant. His stiff body slowly softened and he collapsed in her arms, looking at her with empty eyes.

The foreman was shocked when he saw Zhou Yian's face. His pale face was splashed with blood. The extreme white and extreme red were shocking.

"It's okay, it's okay." She gently stroked her back, took out a wet tissue and gently wiped the blood off her face and hands.

"What are you all standing there for? Send him to the hospital quickly. What will we do if he dies in the club?" The foreman looked up and yelled at the people who came in with him.

Her roar instantly woke Zhou Yian up. She looked at her in amazement, then suddenly screamed, pushed her away with fear on her face, and struggled to get up, staring at her as if she had seen something terrible.

The foreman was pushed unexpectedly by her and fell to the ground. He looked up at her and said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"You want to hurt me, you want to hurt me." She muttered to herself, looking at her with a look of fear, moving backwards, and suddenly turned around and ran out of the box as if escaping.

"Hey, where are you going? What are you two still standing there for? Go and bring that person back."

"Oh, oh, okay!" The two people next to him finally reacted and hurriedly ran after him.

The two men chased out of the box, only to find that Zhou Yian was gone, so they hurriedly walked to one side and looked for her.

The club was packed with people at night. The two men searched among the crowd but couldn't find Zhou Yian.

"Boss, Zhou Yian is missing." After a while, the woman walked into the secret room and said cautiously.

"What did you say?" the man stood up suddenly.

"This bunch of losers can't even keep an eye on a person. Hurry up and check the surveillance video to find her. She drank so much alcohol and took that old man's medicine. If she is not found, something bad will happen."

"Yes, boss."

The man was furious, nervous as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the room angrily, with nowhere to vent his anger, he kicked the chair over and shouted, "Fuck."

The woman came to the monitoring room to check the surveillance.

The surveillance footage showed Zhou Yian stumbling out of the room and into the corridor, where the elevator happened to stop on this floor. She walked into the elevator, pressed a few floors at random with confused eyes, and stood there with her back against the elevator with blank eyes.

The elevator stopped several times but she didn't get out. It was only when it reached the underground floor that she suddenly walked out.

In the parking lot on the underground first floor, Zhou Yian disappeared out of thin air after walking out of the elevator, and no surveillance camera ever captured her again.

"Boss, what should we do now?"

"Look for her, even if you have to dig deep into the ground. I don't believe that a living person could disappear out of thin air like this."

"Boss, this is the phone she dropped in the room." The woman said and handed him a white phone.

Spotless white, just like her owner.

The man picked up the phone and looked at it carefully. Although it was an outdated phone, the screen was covered with a tempered glass film and the body was covered with a transparent silicone protective cover. It was obvious that the owner took good care of it.

He pressed a button, and surprisingly, no unlock password was required. The phone page was simple, with only a few contacts.

The screensaver of the phone is Zhou Yian herself. In the morning light, she tilts her head back slightly, closes her eyes, and spreads her hands as if embracing the sun, looking as if she is enjoying a peaceful and tranquil life.

After looking at the photo carefully, the man threw his phone on the table with an annoyed look on his face.

"Boss, the person has been found."

"Where is it?" The man looked happy.

"She..." The woman hesitated to speak.