I Have 48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng could actually break into Han Lu's office to see if she was in there, but hesitated or gave up. The girl at the front desk didn't look like she was lying. Under Lu's eyelids, the two white-collar workers, one man and one woman, would not be so relaxed, drinking coffee while watching the clouds.

Zhang Heng didn't know what kind of chain reaction would be caused by Han Lu's dream world. So he chose the safest way to return to the front desk and asked the girl, "Is there any place she usually goes to? ? "

"This ..." The girl was a little embarrassed.

Of course, she knew that as a qualified front desk, she should not reveal the whereabouts of her boss casually.

Not to mention that Han Lu's industry has always made her loved and hated. Some entrepreneurs who had been divested some time ago came to the company to pull banners outside the company to protest. It is said that the man stopped Han Lu in the parking lot. Suicide occurred shortly after being taken away by police, which also strained people in the company for a while.

However, Han Lu himself did not respond, and the project to be promoted is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

This incident also passed, and then Han Lu paid for the company's self-protection training.

Although girls have a good impression of Zhang Heng. But there was only a helpless smile on his face.

Zhang Heng did not reluctantly, thanked him for leaving the office building.

Compared with the clear sky when it came, Zhang Heng walked out of the gate and the wind was obviously stronger, blowing the parasol of Starbucks next door, and the woman was covering her short skirt. In addition, the sun was completely covered by dark clouds. It was blocked, and the light was almost the same as at 6 or 7 pm.

Although most people on the roadside still felt that this was a signal of the coming of heavy rain, Zhang Heng keenly smelled a slight anomaly from it.

By far the most unusual thing in Han Lu's dreams is the dark cloud above his head.

Zhang Hengke didn't think this was just a weather dressup played by Han Lu. He realized that he would not have much time for himself, but now his problem is losing his direction. After all, his understanding of Han Lu is limited. He didn't know where Han Lu would go if he lived outside the company or the company.

Zhang Heng stood there for half a minute, then reached out and stopped a taxi.

The man driving was a man with a sharp-eyed monkey cheek. Zhang Heng noticed that the zip of his pants had not been closed. At the same time, a man's outfit was inserted beside the seat. The **** the cover looked very tempting.

Zhang Heng knew that his thinking was correct.

In this world of dreams, everything is experienced or imagined by Lu Han. This taxi is no exception, especially when it comes to details, such as the driver ’s appearance and license plate number. imaginary.

Everything is sourced, and of course there will be some processing on top of it, for example, taxi drivers may not be really cumbersome to this extent, but we can see that Han Lu's impression of him is not good.

Zhang Heng pulled up the door and sat in the front passenger seat.

He had already figured out how to find Han Lu. Here is a collection of Han Lu's subconscious mind. There are clues all over the place. At some point one day, Han Lu did not drive because of a willingness. She hit the car after coming out of the company taxi.

The driver smiled when he saw Zhang Heng getting on the car, hehe said, "Where can my brothers play?"

Zhang Hengdao, "Master inquires about you personally."

"You want to ask me about someone," the driver said for a moment, then asked, "man or woman?"

"woman."

"I'm familiar with women," the driver snapped his breasts. "Do you want me to introduce you some good girls? Thailand, Vietnam ... Russia's big horses, too."

"No, I just want to find someone. She has been in your car before." Zhang Heng described the appearance of Han Lu to the driver.

The latter frowned and thought, "I seem to be a bit impressed by what you said, but it's been too long and I can't remember it anymore. When I was younger, I was given the nickname Sanchichijijiro. What kind of beauty I have never seen How can I always remember someone. "

"You should n’t have seen her of that type," Zhang Heng said as he pulled out his wallet and withdrew 500 yuan. "... tell me where she went and the money is yours."

Seeing Qian's eyes lit up immediately, patted his head, "Oh, I finally remembered it, look at my memory, I'll take you."

The driver pressed the meter while talking, and then stepped on the accelerator.

Zhang Heng fastened his seat belt, but after half an hour he frowned again, "Where are you going?"

"To the airport, didn't you let me take you to where she went?" The driver smiled.

"………………"

Zhang Heng is speechless. Of course Han Lu does n’t drive to the airport, of course, it ’s no small thing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But then it does n’t make sense.

"Stop by the side." Zhang Heng unfastened his seat belt and planned to change his car to try his luck. However, at this time, the car in front stopped first, and then the taxi driver stepped on the brake and muttered. No, hasn't it already peaked early, and it's still so blocked? Are the municipal planning all rice buckets? The daily limit number and the road conditions have not improved. "

Zhang Heng didn't speak, and then he saw the car in front pushed the door open, and the people inside came down and put up a pergola in his hand.

"Is there any quality, everyone can't go that way like this." The taxi driver honked his grievances, but the next moment, he saw Zhang Heng also opened the door and walked out of the car. At this time the road was already full of people, and it was not clear what was going on.

So Zhang Heng stepped on the roof of the car, and then he saw the most magical scene in his life.

At the end of the distant road, a white line was sweeping towards this side. The vehicles passing by were overturned and the trees were uprooted. The people standing in front of the road have begun to flee, and the people behind are still fleeing. Ask each other what happened.

The driver master got out of the car and jumped sharply. "How can you climb into my car?"

"Your car won't be available," Zhang Hengdao said. "The tsunami is here. Let's run away."

"Are you funny? Our city is not facing the sea again ... Hey, you have to lose money on the roof of this station."

Zhang Heng ignored him. Although the tsunami looks far away, the wave speed can actually reach 700,800 kilometers per hour. This speed has already caught up with the jet plane, so every second now is precious, what to drive. It is unnecessary to think about it, the road has been blocked like this, and a U-turn is unrealistic. With only two legs, the distance to run out is not enough. Zhang Heng quickly looked around and looked for the commanding height.