Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

"Elevator..." Qiao Yimo swallowed, forced himself to calm down, tried to remember, and said, "It seems to be on the 10th floor."

"No, it could be the 11th floor." She wasn't sure, so she thought about it again and confirmed, "It's the 10th floor! When the elevator number reached the 10th floor, I heard a shaking sound in the elevator shaft. The display on the left also stopped indicating the 10th floor for more than ten seconds, and then started to move. After that, the elevator button couldn’t be pressed.”

10th floor……

This hotel has a total of 66 floors, and 10 floors is definitely not a good number.

Qiao Yimo held his breath when he saw the man in front of him changing his expression.

She vaguely felt as if she was involved in something, but she didn't dare to ask, so she could only tell the truth as much as she could.

"So, it should be on the 10th floor."

The more she spoke, the more certain she became.

Li Beijue narrowed his eyes, and finally understood, and said to the hotel manager who hurried over after hearing the news, "Give me the drawings of the hotel elevator!"

The hotel manager wiped his sweat and said with an apologetic smile, "Mr. Li, what happened?"

Li Beijue didn't want to say a word to him. He only gave him a look that was cold to the core, and said coldly, "Three minutes, I'll give you three minutes. I haven't seen the elevator drawing in three minutes. The one you stretched out first No need for a hand!"

The only thing he stretched out was his left hand to wipe away the sweat.

The hotel manager was so frightened that he didn't dare to move his left hand raised in the air.

Is it wrong for him to stretch out his left hand first...

But the hotel manager didn't dare to ask. He was not deaf and could understand human speech. He didn't ask any more nonsense, didn't even dare to waste a second, and hurriedly went to find the elevator drawings.

Fortunately, the blueprints were placed in the security room. The manager ignored the mess inside and quickly found the items and handed them to the man outside the door.

Li Beijue calmed down and started looking at the drawings.

While watching, he asked the manager standing next to him, "Do you have the key to the elevator shaft?"

"have."

"Come with me later!"

"...Okay, Mr. Li." The hotel manager, Monk Zhanger, was confused and could only quietly ask Qiao Yimo with his eyes.

Qiao Yimo couldn't tell him what happened. After all, she didn't know very well whether Mrs. Li was really in danger, so she had to secretly shake her head at the manager.

The hotel manager actually didn't believe that she didn't know, but because Li Beijue was here, he didn't dare to ask. I can only hold my breath and plan to settle the score in the future...

ten minutes later.

Huo Yi came back with the tools Li Beijue asked for.

"Sir, are these?"

Li Beijue took inventory of the tools inside, thanked him, took his things, and got on the elevator.

The hotel manager followed him in fear.

Huo Yi and Qiao Yimo also got on the elevator.

Si Chen and Huo Tingting were really worried about him being alone, so they followed him.

The elevator goes directly to the top floor of the hotel.

The elevator opens.

Li Beijue walked out first, not caring about the group of people following him. He opened the emergency repair box on the side and fastened the lock of the nylon rope that Huo Yi bought on it. Then connect the spare first aid rope set in the box to the steel cable at the end of the nylon rope. He put on a high-power search light on his head, took out the bandage, wrapped it twice around his palm, tied it to his wrist, and tied it with a tight knot...