Chapter 7

The Lord of Frost picked her up, violently threw her under the desk, ripped off his azure tie, and tied her hands to the legs of the table with her backhands.

Then he picked up the rag on the table and stuffed it into Luo Shihan's mouth.

Luo Shihan only had two legs left to move, and kept kicking and kicking Zhan Hanjue.

It's a pity that there is a huge disparity in strength, and all the struggles and resistance seem weak and powerless.

Tied up the prey that had been caught, the corners of Zhan Hanjue's mouth hooked slightly. "Luo Shihan, you give me honesty." He unceremoniously kicked Luo Shihan's restless short legs.

Then he pulled out his phone and made a call to his precious son.

At this moment, Luo Shihan's hair was messy, his clothes were tattered, and even his snow-white and well-proportioned legs were covered with bruises.

Until the cold lord's mobile phone faintly heard the child's milky milk, but it was full of coldness.

"Daddy!"

She glared at the Lord of War Chill angrily, and a muffled whine came out of her mouth, certainly not a cry.

If anyone can understand, they will know that she is riveting and cursing Zhan Hanjue for being hit by a car when she goes out, encountering a tsunami while making a boat, and encountering a big storm when she takes a plane.

Zhan Hanjue looked at Luo Shihan with disdain, the collar of his shirt was loose because of the shackles of losing his tie, revealing his sexy Adam's apple.

Luo Shihan was originally looking at his mobile phone, but from the perspective of Zhan Hanjue, he felt that Luo Shihan's gaze fell on his neckline.

Luo Shihan suddenly fell silent.

She stared at a pair of red eyes and looked directly at Zhan Hanjue's mobile phone.

"Don't bother me if it's okay, I'm busy." I didn't hear an echo from Zhan Hanjue for a long time, and Zhan Shu's cool voice came again.

Just a second before Zhan Shu hung up the phone, Zhan Hanjue seemed to understand his son's style very well, and said, "Today's lunch will be solved by yourself." ”

The Lord of Frost suddenly remembered that night five years ago.

His face naturally sank, and he glared back at her coldly.

Zhan Hanjue's handsome face was darker than Bao Gong's.

In this world, only Zhan Shu dared to hang up his phone, but he still had nothing to do with him.

"Don't!"

After Zhan Shu finished speaking, there was a beep on his phone.

Zhan Shu has many quirks, does not accept any woman into their villa, and is known as inheriting Daddy's cleanliness fetish.

And Zhan Shu does not eat food cooked by anyone other than him.

The clock on the wall sounded punctually, and the Lord of War Chill sighed almost inaudibly.

Who would have thought that the noble and arrogant Zhan Hanjue would have to go home on time and on time to cook for his son Zhan Shu for five years.

Zhan Hanjue has to rush home an hour early at noon every day, and when he encounters a temporary business trip, he has to prepare meals for his son in advance and put them in the refrigerator.

He also thought that after teaching Zhan Shu's cooking skills, he would be able to do it once and for all. Obviously, Zhan Shu's IQ is extremely high, but in terms of cooking skills, he seems to be mentally retarded.

The reason is simple: there is no taste.

If you ask him what kind of flavor is missing in the dish, he will throw you a roll of the eye: the taste of father's love.

In the end, it was only after a few rounds of wits and courage between father and son that Zhan Shu reluctantly accepted that he could eat the food cooked by his grandparents.

With such an arrogant and perverted son, Lord Zhan Han can be described as miserable.

He has been in charge of it countless times, but the food he makes is still dark cuisine.

Even Zhan Shu himself can't eat it.

Zhan Han Jue has never been a good person, and it is his innate nature to repay him. In just a few seconds, a plan hatched in my head.

"Luo Shihan." He walked up to Luo Shihan and squatted down with his long body.

Glancing at the woman in front of the table legs, the anger in his heart was once again overwhelming.

If it weren't for this damn woman, his life wouldn't have been so miserable.

"You bastard—" Luo Shihan had just scolded, and Zhan Hanjue shoved the rag back into her mouth.

Then he stood up, grabbed the car keys on the pear wood table and left.

Luo Shihan saw the evil smile in his eyes, and his whole body trembled.

Zhan Hanjue removed the rag from her mouth and said evilly, "You're in luck." I'm going to be away for a while, and you'd better pray that your little lover will come to your rescue. If you're still here if I come back, you know, you're going to die ugly! ”

Fingerprint lock?

Luo Shihan was stunned for a moment, and immediately admitted that she had carefully considered a question.

Luo Shihan heard Zhan Hanjue instruct his bodyguards at the door, "You don't need to guard here, no one can unlock this fingerprint lock." Let's go down. ”

"Yes, President."

A small figure jumped off the Didi car with a scooter in his arms, and then sped towards the hospital.

Upon entering the outpatient hall of the hospital, the little guy raised his wrist and poked it on his blue phone watch to turn on the location tracking system.

Are identical twins the same fingerprints? Identical twins are complete copies of genes, so fingerprints should be the same, right?

At this moment, the entrance of the Media Asia Hospital.

He followed the trail on his phone and watch, and walked through the corridor of the clinic to the door of a skyscraper made of heavy stone.

The little guy couldn't help but think that this was the most luxurious hospital he had ever seen. The owner of the construction hospital must have been very rich. The people who can come here for medical treatment are also very wealthy.

Realizing that the target was very close to him, the little one immediately relaxed and stuck out his tongue.

It's just that he was wearing an oversized mask, and his tongue accidentally licked on the non-woven fabric, and he suddenly rolled his eyes a few times in disgust.

Who could it be?

The little guy enters the turnstile and puts down his scooter and slids towards the elevator with a slick of the skateboard.

Who kidnapped Mommy?

A very rich kidnapper?

Next to the elevator hall hangs a gold-painted map and floor guides.

The first floor to the fifth floor below the wards, the sixth to the eighth floors are all kinds of logistics service rooms, the ninth floor is the supreme VIP area - above the ninth floor is a variety of logistics service areas, and then above are the wards of various departments.

"So big? How do I find it? The little one looked at the map and wondered.