Chapter 636 (1/2)

Tibeta, also known as Harry fata, is 828 meters high and 162 floors in total. It is the tallest building in the world.

Below the 37th floor of Tibeta is the hotel, and the 45th-105th floors are apartments. There are more than 700 rooms in total. It is said that they will be sold out within 8 hours after the sale. The office area and conference room are above the 106th floor, and the viewing platform is on the 124th floor, about 442m away from the ground.

In addition to catering, office and residence, there are many supporting facilities inside the Tibeta, such as the world's highest swimming pool, the highest mosque and the highest nightclub, which can be hooked with the world's highest.

It's really expensive. A ticket costs more than 700. Moreover, it's only a round at the 124 floor landscape platform. Of course, you can also experience the speeding elevator of 17.5 meters per second.

If Chu fan pays for it himself, he says he won't go up. Paralyzed, brother, how much money did you make a month a year ago? This ticket is enough for my buddy to work on the construction site for more than half a month.

But when he walked into the temple, he found that too many people took the elevator to go sightseeing and had to queue up.

”One person is seven hundred, ten people are seven thousand, and one hundred people are seventy thousand.” Chu fan looked around. Good guy, a sea of people, how much do you earn for tickets alone this day? Are these people crazy?

If Princess Mamela comes forward, they can go up easily. There is no need to queue up at all, but Mamela rarely shows up. She doesn't want people to know that she takes her friends to play. The most important thing is that she doesn't want to expose her relationship with Chu fan so early. Therefore, she paid for the ticket and lined up with Qiaoyun, Zheng Xueqi and others in the crowd, waiting to enter.

Seeing that it was almost Chu fan's turn, Song Wen suddenly gave a voice, covered her stomach and bent down.

”What's the matter?” Qiao Yun hurriedly helped her and asked with concern, ”do you want to go to the hospital?”

”No... No.” Song Wen's forehead was sweating with pain and grabbed Chu fan. ”Brother fan, send me to the bathroom. I have a stomachache.”

”Wipe, deserve it!”

Chu fan didn't have a good way: ”who told you to eat in death? People eat light breakfast. You have to eat roast lamb chops. It's OK to eat roast lamb chops. You also eat fried stinky tofu and ice cream. Do you think your stomach can stand it?”

”Don't be wordy. Hurry up and take me to the bathroom. Sobbing!” Song Wen cried with tears.

Chu fan had no choice but to let Qiao Yun go first. He picked up Song Wen and ran quickly to the bathroom.

The bathroom in the tower of emperor Bato tower is lavish, and the toilet is spotlessly clean, not only without peculiar smell, but also with faint perfume. In each compartment, TT is prepared, which is very considerate.

Chu fan feels it by the way. It's nothing special. If it was put before, he had to scrape off a layer of gold foil on the toilet.

”Benedict Benedict!” Chu fan knocked on the compartment and said impatiently, ”I said, are you all right?”

”Brother fan, i... I seem to be... Injured.” Song Wen's voice was crying.

”Hurt?” Chu fan was startled, pulled the door and urged, ”open the door. I'll see what's going on? Good, how can you get hurt?”

Song Wen opened the door. Chu fan went in on his side and couldn't wait to ask, ”where's the injury?”

”Look!” Song Wen pointed to the wastebasket. There was a white bear with cartoon inside, with a pool of scarlet blood on it.

”I wipe!”

Chu fan patted his forehead and said helplessly, ”dead girl, are you hurt?”

Song Wen said tearfully, ”it's not on her hand. How can I shed so much blood? Woo woo, brother fan, am I going to die?”

”Dead fart, I ask you, do you hurt?”

”I have a stomachache.”

Chu fan was going crazy: ”I didn't ask your stomach. I mean, there is a wound with bleeding. Can you stop it?”

”Just because it doesn't hurt, I'm more afraid. Woo woo woo, am I terminally ill?”

Now Chu fan was about to cry: ”old sister, how old are you this year? Haven't you studied physiology? Wipe your sister, you've come to my aunt. Haven't you been here before?”

Song Wen shook her head, looking innocent.

”Oh, I've convinced you. Let's go. I'll take you to buy a blood sucking pad.”

Chu fan just walked out of the bathroom with Song Wen and suddenly felt something wrong. It is reasonable to say that most girls will come to their great aunt when they are eleven or twelve, but Song Wen is seventeen. How did she come? Is... Is she sick?

She's like this. She can't go anywhere today. Let's take her back to the hotel to have a rest.

Chu fan takes out the phone and is about to call Qiaoyun. Suddenly, a panic scream comes from the gate of the di Baita. The crowd suddenly runs around like headless flies. Screams and explosions followed.