C7 He Came Just in Time

Hotel room.

Director Chen placed the soft Wan Shu on the bed and impatiently pounced on her.

Zhou Chen brought the artiste here because he tacitly agreed to this kind of secret and rule.

When Zhou Chen drugged the artiste, he did not find it strange. Some artistes who had just entered the circle had to resort to some small tricks to be pretentious.

Wan Shu could not muster up any energy and wanted to call for help. When she opened her mouth, her voice was like a little kitten humming, and she could not make a loud sound at all.

When Director Chen pulled on her clothes, she did not have any ability to resist at all. When those greasy hands touched her, two lines of clear tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"What are you crying for? Your brother will make you feel great later. " Director Chen smiled evilly.

This woman was like a peeled egg, white and tender, making his blood boil.

Just as he was about to step on the door, someone knocked on the door.

Director Chen was extremely unhappy. Who would be so tactless as to knock at this time?

He originally wanted to ignore it, but the knocking outside became even more urgent.

Just as Director Chen was about to say something rude, the door suddenly let out a loud bang and was knocked open.

Before he could recover from his shock, a black shadow rushed towards him. The strong arm of the black shadow lifted him up like a chicken, and the heavy punch landed on his face. The intense pain made him cry out in pain, and he fell to the ground.

Qin Lee only glanced at the door and immediately stopped the bodyguards behind him. He was about to close the broken door.

Before the door was closed, with a blood-curdling scream, Director Chen smashed into the door.

The door creaked a few times and almost fell off from the doorframe.

"Get lost!" A furious voice came from inside the room.

The bodyguard immediately pulled the unconscious man out.

Qin Lee got someone to support the broken door and temporarily block the scene inside the room, dispelling those who wanted to watch.

When the people who were thrown out of the room were violently pulled away, those who wanted to watch the show immediately scattered. Big boss, we can't afford to offend him, we can't afford to offend him!

Wan Shu had a long dream.

With a jolt, she woke up from the nightmare.

She sat up and breathed heavily. The thin blanket slid off her body, revealing the pajamas that she had changed into. The style was average, but the fabric was comfortable.

Looking around, she was afraid of the unfamiliar and luxurious room. The curtains were tightly shut, and the room lit a gentle floor lamp. It was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

The last scene before she fainted, she seemed to have seen that man!

Although her body was a little sore, she knew that nothing bad had happened.

She rolled over and got off the bed, stepped on the thick carpet, and walked outside with soft legs.

She opened the door and saw a bright and empty corridor outside.

Where is she?

The cold air was wide enough for her to breathe. She hugged her cold arm and walked towards the staircase.

This place was too quiet, so quiet that it made people shiver.

When she passed by a room, there was suddenly the sound of a child crying inside. The door even opened by itself, scaring her so much that she took a few steps back and almost fell down.

Under her frightened gaze, a small figure appeared behind the crack in the door, sobbing with grievance.

If not for the bright lights in the corridor, she would have been scared out of her wits. It looked like a horror movie.

It was only when a small head popped out of the door that the shock slowly dissipated.

It was an extremely beautiful little boy, about three or four years old. He wore Doraemon's pajamas and had a head of light brown curly hair. A pair of large obsidian eyes were embedded in his face that looked like a meat bun. Crystal tears were still hanging on his face, and his little mouth was pouting.

He used his meaty little hand to rub his eyes, and looked at her curiously, unable to conceal his curiosity.

Wan Shu patted her chest. She liked children, especially such a kawaii child.

Squatting in front of the child, she touched his soft curly hair. "Why are you crying? Where are your parents?"

It was fine if she didn't say it, but once she said it. . . The child's tears fell like they didn't need money.

Wan Shu became anxious and hurriedly coaxed him.

The little boy was coaxed by such a gentle older sister. With a wow, he threw himself into her arms.

Although the child was small, the impact was not small. Wan Shu's body was not in good condition, and she was directly pushed to the ground by him.

The child hugged her and cried very sadly.

Wan Shu was at a loss. What kind of situation was this?

The situation on their side did not attract anyone's attention.

"Is there anyone?" Wan Shu shouted.

Other than echoes, there was no other response.

"Treasure, what's your name?" Wan Shu used a lot of strength before she picked up the child who was still crying in her arms. This child was not light anymore and it was a little strenuous for her.

The little boy hugged her neck and choked.

"My name is Wan Shu. What about you?"

Wan Shu patted his back to let him breathe and continued to walk towards the staircase.

"Wowo. . . Hungry. . . " Soft and soft crying sounds entered her ears.

"Are you hungry?" Wan Shu was stunned. She touched the child's belly. One look and she knew that the child was well raised. She was afraid that he would wake up at night and be hungry. The adults were not by his side.

The child nodded.

"Then I will bring you to eat. You still haven't told elder sister your name?"

"Wowo. "

Wan Shu laughed. This was the child's nickname, right?

Was it Wowo's sugar?

After going down the stairs, the hall on the first floor was also brightly lit. It was too quiet!

"Is there anyone?"

Still no one responded.

The child laid on her shoulder, still sobbing.

Wan Shu could not watch such a young child starve, so she could only go to the kitchen.

There was no one in the kitchen, but the kitchen utensils were arranged neatly.

She opened the large fridge and saw that there were all kinds of ingredients inside.

Wan Shu was also hungry, especially when she saw these ingredients. Her empty stomach was singing the Empty City Strategy.

She placed the child on a chair at the side. "Wowo, older sister will cook the noodles for you. Can you sit for a while first?"

"I want to eat prawns and prawns. " The child's eyes were red, but he had stopped crying. He looked like a little angel.

Wan Shu pointed at the child's nose. "Okay, we will cook seafood noodles. Be good!"

The child nodded.

Wan Shu then went to the fridge to choose ingredients to cook noodles.

From time to time, she would turn around to look at the child. She would see him shaking his little feet and sitting there obediently. His big eyes were staring at her. She smiled at him and he also smiled. His eyes, which had just been red from crying, looked like a crescent moon.

Wan Shu's mother loved to cook. She would often learn from him and also practice good cooking.

She was afraid that the child would starve to death. She quickly cooked a pot of seafood noodles. . .

At this moment, the man in the study had been watching the interaction between the two through the monitor.

After the pot of seafood noodles that looked good came out of the pot, he was hungry too.

After turning off the surveillance camera, he got up and walked out. . .

There were tables and chairs in the kitchen. Wan Shu fed the child while she had time to eat a few mouthfuls.

The child obviously liked the noodles she cooked. Once she fed him a mouthful, he would eat a mouthful.

Perhaps he felt that she fed slowly. He also wanted to eat the spoon.

"Wowo, so good. " The child's independence made Wan Shu look at him in a new light.

She found a clean towel to wrap him up and let him eat by himself.

Wan Shu released her hands and just wanted to have a good taste of her cooked noodles.

But footsteps came from outside the kitchen.

She looked over in shock and saw a pair of deep eyes.