When Zhao Futu helped Aunt Lan out of the bathroom, a middle-aged man suddenly walked out from the opposite corner.

He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and leather shoes, his face is slightly white, and his body is fat. The veins on the back of his hands are light blue, very shallow, and there are signs of dilation of the blood vessels. This means that he has poor kidneys and has been drinking too much for a long time. .The middle-aged man had a look of panic on his face when he saw Aunt Lan, and even more fear when he saw the cold-looking Zhao Futu beside him.

He stood at the corner with an awkward expression, not knowing whether to move forward or back. He could only squeeze out a smile on his face and said: "Sister Lan, what's wrong with you?"

"not comfortable?"

Aunt Lan, who was weak and half-relying on Zhao Futu, trembled. She was not in a hurry to answer him, but grabbed Zhao Futu with her hands first. Then she took a deep breath, raised her head and said expressionlessly: " Mr. Shen, I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well today, so I’ll take a step ahead.”

After saying that, Aunt Lan took Zhao Futu's arm and forced him to leave, as if she was worried that he would have a conflict with the man.

Zhao Futu didn't have much expression. He just glanced at the well-dressed middle-aged man in front of him with the corner of his eye. Then he glanced at the open door of the private room over there, and then helped Aunt Lan towards the elevator entrance. Aunt Lan She held her hand tightly, her fingers turned pale from excessive exertion, and her body trembled slightly, as if she had uncontrollable anger, but in the end she still pulled Zhao Futu away without saying a word.

When the two of them entered the elevator, Aunt Lan let go of him. She took a deep breath and said slowly: "Send me back."

Zhao Futu nodded, but still did not speak.

The atmosphere was a little dull. Aunt Lan didn't seem to know what to say. She could only stare at the corner and said faintly: "His father is the top leader here and has not stepped down. Because of business reasons, I have been in contact with him. Several times, I never thought he was such a person."

"Yeah." Zhao Futu finally spoke.

He raised his hand and stroked Aunt Lan's hair gently, as if to calm her mind, and said slowly: "I have everything!"

Aunt Lan made a faint nasal sound, and there was a hint of tears in her eyes, but she quickly wiped it away, and then half-leaned on him, as if looking for a pillar of strength. As a woman, facing such a thing, she felt I also felt a little scared. If she hadn't reacted in advance, realized that there was something wrong with the wine, and then hid in the bathroom on an excuse, calling Zhao Futu for help in time, the consequences would have been disastrous!

If Zhao Futu comes a little later!

When she thought of this, Aunt Lan's face turned pale and she couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

The two of them walked out of the elevator, only to find that there were several more powerful security guards in the lobby. A high-end hotel like this would naturally hire some veterans. It seemed that they were called by the waiter who tried to stop Zhao Futu before. Zhao Futu did not speak, but gave them a cold look. His eyes were as cold and ruthless as a wolf. The security guard in charge was originally ready to question, but when Zhao Futu glanced at him, he actually felt timid in his heart. The words on his lips were finally swallowed back.

There were not many wars in peaceful times, but he had seen those top soldiers who had been on the battlefield, and they had the look of killing someone!

"Ouch!" Aunt Lan stumbled when she stepped out of the elevator. She suddenly became unsteady and almost fell. If Zhao Futu hadn't been by her side, she might have suffered a serious fall.

Acupuncture point stimulation has serious side effects. If the body is not prepared in advance, it may cause muscle strain due to excessive reaction.

Zhao Futu supported her and said softly: "Aunt Lan, let me carry you."

A trace of blush appeared on Aunt Lan's face. She looked at the people around her who were casting curious glances and shook her head slightly.

She was sweating profusely, and a slight breeze suddenly brought a chill. She was quite embarrassed to be carried by a man in front of so many people. But Zhao Futu put his arm around her waist without saying a word.

At this moment, the other hand was ready to hold up her legs, and actually planned to pick her up directly from the waist. She was startled, and quickly took a half step back to lie on Zhao Futu's back, and let him carry him honestly.

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Zhao Futu carried Aunt Lan on his back as if there was no one around, and then walked out of the hotel. As for the other people, he was not even interested in taking a look.

He just wants to kill people now and doesn't want to talk!

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The wind outside was very strong. Aunt Lan shrank her neck and pressed her body closer to Zhao Futu. The broad back gave her a touch of warmth. She leaned her head lightly on Zhao Futu's shoulder, and she suddenly felt at ease.

Zhao Futu stepped out with steady steps without any bumps. A masculine scent lingered on the tip of Aunt Lan's nose, making her cheeks feel slightly hot.

"Little Buddha has finally grown up!" Aunt Lan said with a hint of emotion in her voice. Not only was he able to arrive in time to save her today, but also because he was able to obey her own will and bear to leave this time. It seemed that she was afraid of Zhao Buddha.

Still wanting to find trouble with that man, Aunt Lan deliberately forced a smile on her face, gently touched Zhao Futu's waist with her hand, and said softly: "I remember the first time I met you, you were just

It’s so big!”

"You have such a sweet mouth, but you just want to coax me to buy you candy."

The corner of Zhao Futu's mouth twitched, and his originally cold expression suddenly became unsustainable.

"Time flies so fast!" Aunt Lan sighed faintly.

Zhao Futu didn't know what to say. He held Aunt Lan's legs with both hands and walked forward without saying a word. After a long time, he repeated another sentence: "I have everything!"

Aunt Lan suddenly stopped talking.

She hugged Zhao Futu's neck with both hands, tightened it, gently rubbed the side of his face with her ears, and gave a soft hum.

He looked back and saw a trace of tears in Aunt Lan's eyes, but then she forcefully pushed his head back and scolded: "Don't look at it."

Zhao Futu honestly stopped watching.

He just carried Aunt Lan on his back and walked forward without saying a word, and sent her home.

Aunt Lan's house had three bedrooms and one living room. The decoration was very exquisite and elegant. She was a very particular woman. There was no one else in the room. He put Aunt Lan on the bed, then closed the door and motioned for her to change her clothes first, and ordered

: "Don't take a shower, you'll catch a cold!"

Aunt Lan nodded, and then sat on the bed for a long time. She clenched her hands tightly, and her finger bones turned white because she clenched them too hard. She cursed in a low voice and hatefully: "Asshole! Dressed like a beast!"

Then he lay weakly on the bed, curled up together, whimpering and choking in a low voice.

Zhao Futu, who was standing outside the door, could hear clearly. His ears and eyesight had been strengthened by space. With a slight "click" sound, the tea cup in his hand was crushed into a piece of powder, and the boiling water spilled down the palm of his hand.

, Zhao Futu seemed not to feel the slightest, but the veins on his arms were twisted, the suppressed murderous intention in his heart made his temples beat slightly, and his heartbeat was speeding up.

Taking a deep breath, when Zhao Futu took another tea cup and entered the room, Aunt Lan had already changed her clothes. Her appearance seemed to be no different from usual, except that her eye circles were slightly red.

Zhao Futu helped her sit up, then handed her the boiling water and motioned for her to drink some water.

Then, he asked Aunt Lan to lie down and covered her with a thin quilt. When he stood up, Aunt Lan suddenly reached out and held him. At this moment, Aunt Lan was very fragile. She hesitated and struggled for a long time, and then she gently

Said: "Doudou didn't come back today, her room is still empty. Can you stay here tonight?"

As if she was still frightened, she gently lowered her eyelashes and said slowly: "I'm a little scared!"

Zhao Futu patted her hand gently, then massaged her temples with his thumb, and said again: "I have everything."

He rarely repeats a sentence so many times in one day, but he really doesn't know what he should say now. The emotions of Taoists are sometimes indifferent. There is no girl around him so far, and he doesn't know what he should say.

He should say some comforting words. His fingers brushed over Aunt Lan's body one after another, and after gently massaging several acupuncture points on her body, Aunt Lan's breathing gradually calmed down.

She fell asleep.

Zhao Futu leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead, with a complicated look in his eyes. Then he stood up and walked out of the room, heading towards where he came from without saying a word.

He turned around and entered a grocery store. When he walked out, he had a pack of steel needles for sewing clothes in his hand.

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