Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 523 Don't You Want to Hit Me?

Hans nodded firmly: "You can rest assured."

"I'm still worried." Song Siqiao lowered her head and thought for a while, then her eyes lit up, and the next moment she picked up her mobile phone and made a call, "Hello? Mingzhu, where are you?"

"I'm outside, sister, can you call me for something?"

"It's okay, sister misses you, come to my house now, I'll send you the address later."

"Sister, you can pull it down, you miss me? You don't mean to hit me, do you?"

"I'm telling you seriously, come here within 10 minutes, or you will be at your own risk." Song Siqiao hung up the phone after finishing speaking, and then sent her address.

10 minute later.

There was a knock on the door.

Song Siqiao went over to open the door, only to see Ming Zhu standing at the door panting, and when she saw her, she couldn't help asking with a bitter face: "Sister, what do you want me for? I didn't explain clearly, so I directly told her As soon as the cards are placed, it will come."

"You gambled again?" Song Siqiao narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Only then did Mingzhu realize that he had made a mistake, and quickly put on a smile: "I don't have any gambling money, but now it's winter vacation, and a few good classmates get together to play cards, it's purely for entertainment."

Song Siqiao glared at him: "It's best not to, otherwise I won't be able to spare you."

"I know, sister, what are you looking for me for?"

"Help me take care of the child at home, I'll go out for a while." Song Siqiao said as she put on her coat.

"Child? Where did the child come from?" Mingzhu looked into the house suspiciously, and became even more confused when he saw Hans, "Who is this child?"

"Don't care who it is, anyway, take him to me. If there is any problem, I will ask it for you." Song Siqiao turned and walked towards the door.

"Sister, I haven't raised a child before?" Mingzhu looked puzzled.

Song Siqiao turned her head and gave him a blank look: "Then let him take you."

After speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

Only Ming Zhu and Hans were left in the room, one big and one small looking at each other.

After a while, Mingzhu walked towards him: "Boy, where are you from?"

Hans muttered, "I was rescued by my sister."

"Then you are very lucky. You don't know that she can only beat people. It's the first time I heard about saving people. Maybe it's because you are young and hungry. Let me see if there is anything to eat." Mingzhu said went into the kitchen.

Chen's villa.

Song Siqiao successfully sneaked into the room from the balcony. There are three floors inside, and there are many rooms. I am not sure which one Chen Anyang is in.

After thinking about it, he slapped hard on the wall, made a "dong" sound, and then quickly hid.

Sure enough, after a while, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

The maid hurried to one of the rooms, took out the key, opened the door and went in. She probably didn't notice anything unusual, but came out again after a while, and locked the door as usual.

Song Siqiao waited for her to go downstairs and hurried over, took out a long and thin needle and fiddled with the keyhole for a while, then opened the door and went in.

Seeing a person lying on the big bed in the middle, she walked over to have a look, and found that this person looked a bit like Hans, and it should be Chen Anyang.

At this moment, he fell asleep with his eyes closed. Song Siqiao turned around and looked around. The layout of this bedroom was different from that of ordinary people. The whole room was airtight, the windows were tightly closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly.

In addition, there was a strange fragrance in the room. When she turned her eyes, she saw a delicate and small incense burner on the bedside table. At this moment, silk smoke was curling up, and the fragrance was faint.

Song Siqiao didn't know much about spices, so she wondered, could it be Anshenxiang?

She took a closer look at Chen Anyang again, and saw that his face was thin, and although he seemed to be sleeping peacefully, his face was full of exhaustion.

It was hard to come in, Song Siqiao wondered if he should wake him up, when he heard footsteps outside.

(End of this chapter)