Zhan Hanjue picked her up, threw her roughly under the desk, tore off his blue tie, and tied her hands behind her back to the table legs.

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

Luo Shihan only had two legs left that could move, and she kept kicking Zhan Hanjue.

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

After tying up the captured prey, Zhan Hanjue's lips curled up slightly. "Luo Shihan, please be more honest." He kicked Luo Shihan's restless short legs without politeness.

Then he took out his cell phone and called his precious son.

At this moment, Luo Shihan's hair was messy, her clothes were in tatters, and even her white and shapely legs were covered in bruises.

Until Zhan Hanjue's cell phone faintly heard the child's voice, which was still full of excitement but was completely cold.

"Daddy!"

She glared at Lord Zhan Han angrily and let out an indistinct whine, which was certainly not a cry.

If anyone could understand, they would know that she was cursing Lord Zhan Han when he went out and was hit by a car, encountered a tsunami while sailing, and encountered a big storm while flying.

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

Luo Shihan was originally looking at his mobile phone, but from Zhan Hanjue's angle, it seemed that Luo Shihan's eyes fell on his collar.

Luo Shihan suddenly became quiet.

She stared at Zhan Hanjue's phone with a pair of red eyes.

"Don't bother me if you have nothing to do, I'm busy." After a long time, no reply was heard from Zhan Hanjue, and Zhan Su's cool voice came again.

Just a second before Zhan Su hung up the phone, Zhan Hanjue seemed to understand his son's style very well and said, "You can take care of today's lunch by yourself."

Zhan Hanjue suddenly remembered that night five years ago.

His face naturally darkened, and he stared back at her coldly.

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

Only Zhan Su in the world dared to hang up his phone, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"don't want!"

After Zhan Su finished speaking, a beep came from the phone.

Zhan Su has many eccentricities and does not accept any women into their villa. He also claims to have inherited his father's mysophobia.

Moreover, Zhan Su would not eat food cooked by anyone other than him.

The clock on the wall rang out on time, and Lord Zhan Han let out an almost inaudible sigh.

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

Zhan Hanjue has to rush home an hour early at noon every day. When he is on an impromptu business trip, he has to prepare meals for his son in advance and put them in the refrigerator.

He had also thought that after teaching Zhan Su cooking skills, he would be able to get away with it once and for all. Zhan Su's IQ was obviously very high, but his cooking skills were as if he was mentally retarded.

The reason is simple: it has no taste.

If you ask him what flavor is missing from the dish, he will give you a stern eye roll: the flavor of father's love.

In the end, after several rounds of battles of wits between father and son, Zhan Su reluctantly accepted that he could eat the food cooked by his grandparents.

Having such an arrogant and perverted son, Zhan Hanjue was miserable.

He held hands with him countless times, but the food Zhan Su cooked was still dark cuisine.

Even Zhan Su himself couldn't eat it.

Lord Zhan Han has never been a good person, and it is his innate nature to retaliate against evil. In just a few seconds, a plan was hatched in his mind.

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

Glancing at the woman in front of the table leg, I felt the anger in my heart overwhelming again.

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

"Why don't you—" Luo Shihan just cursed, and Zhan Hanjue stuffed 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 her whole body trembled.

Zhan Hanjue took off the rag from her mouth and said evilly, "You're lucky. I'm going to leave for a while. You'd better pray that your little lover will come to save you quickly. If I come back and you are still here, you know

Yes, you will die an ugly death!"

Fingerprint lock?

Luo Shihan was stunned, and immediately considered a question carefully and repeatedly.

Luo Shihan heard Zhan Hanjue ordering his bodyguards at the door, "You don't need to guard here. No one can open this fingerprint lock. Go down."

"Yes, President."

A small figure quickly jumped out of Didi with a scooter in his arms, and then rushed towards the hospital.

After entering the outpatient hall of the hospital, the little guy raised his wrist, poked his blue phone watch, and turned on the location tracking system.

Do identical twins have the same fingerprints? Identical twins have complete copies of their genes, so their fingerprints should be the same, right?

At this moment, we are at the entrance of Media Asia Hospital.

He followed the tracking route on his phone watch, walked through the corridor of the clinic, and came to the door of a skyscraper built of heavy stone.

The little guy couldn't help but think that this was the most luxurious hospital he had ever seen. The boss who built the hospital must be very rich. The people who can come here to see doctors are also very rich.

When he found that the target was very close to him, the little guy immediately relaxed and stuck out his tongue.

Wearing an oversized mask, he accidentally licked the non-woven fabric with his tongue and rolled his eyes in disgust.

Who could it be?

After the little guy entered the revolving door, he put down his scooter and slid towards the elevator on his skateboard.

Who was mommy kidnapped by?

A rich kidnapper?

Next to the elevator hang a gold map and floor guide.

The first floor to the fifth floor and below are wards, the sixth to eighth floors are various logistics service rooms, and the area - above the ninth floor are various logistics service areas, and above that are the wards of various departments.
Chapter completed!