Genius Bady and Bad Daddy

Pei Yilin left, but Song Qian's thoughts could not calm down for a long time.

Pei Yilin was so protective of Qin Xirong that Song Qian clenched his fists.

Song Qian did not know why Pei Yilin brought Qin Xirong here, but she knew that they must have come unkind this time.

Perhaps Pei Yilin brought Qin Xirong here to take down Cheng Wenfeng's family emblem as soon as possible?

Thinking of this, Song Qian made up her mind: she can't let them get it, she must get it as soon as possible in front of them.

Song Qian narrowed his eyes and went back to the sofa like a cat, watching the surveillance video in every corridor carefully.

More than 150 videos, Song Qian looked at one by one, his eyes a little tired, but did not find Cheng Wenfeng's figure.

Isn't chengwen feng in these rooms?

Impossible!

She must have missed it.

Song Qian guessed in his heart and picked a few more luxurious rooms in gold and observed them carefully.

It seemed to be god's mercy. This time, song qian just opened the first video and saw a familiar person.

It was no one else but Liu Xuan, who was serving Cheng Wenfeng.

Liu Xuan walked slowly along the corridor with his waist twisted. Although he was dressed in style, his eyes could not hide his loneliness.

Song Qian narrowed her eyes at Liu Xuan and then looked at the scenery around Liu Xuan. The familiar scenery over there made the corners of her mouth curl up in a soothing arc.

Maybe she could really get to Cheng Wenfeng and steal the family emblem before Pei Yilin finds Cheng Wenfeng.

Song Qian determined the route to Cheng Wenfeng's room and the plan of how to sneak into Cheng Wenfeng's room: put on the waiter's clothes first, and then change into his "Work clothes" when Cheng Wenfeng was not paying attention.

Having made up his mind, Song Qian immediately carried out the plan. First, he got a set of waiter's clothes, then he dressed up deliberately and put the "Work clothes" inside.

Everything was ready. It was already 7 pm.

It was prime time in The Ritz Carlton Hotel, Tokyo, and the presidents of all the luxury presidential suites would come out to hunt for food or potential partners.

Although Cheng Wenfeng was physically inconvenient, his sensitivity as a businessman would not miss this opportunity.

Song Qian also thought of this, wearing a waiter's clothing, she caught a glimpse of Cheng Wenfeng leaving the door, and immediately stood aside obediently.

Cheng Wenfeng was surrounded by a few bodyguards and was pushed by a gentlemanly looking man in a wheelchair. The man's face was somewhat similar to Song Qian's, but even song qian was willing to bow to him.

He was clearly a man, but he was more feminine in speech and behavior than a woman. He also helped Cheng Wenfeng tidy up his collar and sleeves from time to time.

Song Qian only glanced at the man, and then kept looking at Cheng Wenfeng. Seeing that there was no red rope around his neck, she frowned faintly.

Where did Cheng Wenfeng put the xiang family badge? Could it be in his room?

It was not until Cheng Wenfeng left that Song Qian looked around and quietly came to the door of Cheng Wenfeng's room.

Cheng Wenfeng was indeed Cheng Wenfeng, and the true nature of the rich could not be changed. The room she lived in was the most luxurious one in The Carlton Hotel.

Opening the door and making sure there was no one inside, Song Qian walked in, looking for a place where he might hide his badge.

Cheng Wenfeng's room was very special and very different from Song Qian's room. Not only were the decorations simple, but even the desk where office supplies were supposed to be placed was littered with ancient books.

Those ancient books were all in complete sets. Apart from a set of romance of the three kingdoms that had already been opened, the rest were still complete, and a few of them had not even opened the cover.

Could it be that Cheng Wenfeng hid the the Xiang family logo in this pile of books?

Song Qian secretly guessed that the last time he opened the secret room through an ordinary box might be related to this ancient book.

In other words, these books may have a mechanism underneath them, or they may have a universe inside them.

Thinking about it, Song Qian already had an idea in his mind.

Song Qian took off the waiter's clothes and put them in his carry-on bag before quickly flipping through the ancient books, hoping to find some clues.

But Song Qian basically searched through all the ancient books and found no clues.

Song Qian could not help but guess: did Cheng Wenfeng not put the family emblem in the bedroom?

Even though she didn't notice the red rope around Cheng Wenfeng's neck, it didn't mean that Cheng Wenfeng didn't wear the family badge.

It seemed that she had to find a place to hide and wait for the opportunity to move.

Song Qian looked around the room and chose the nearest curtain to the bathroom. The place was bright, spacious, and transparent, making it the most suitable place for surveillance and escape.

She quickly walked over and reached for the curtains to be drawn.

But before she could take action, a strong gust of palm had already struck her face, and the strength and manner were somewhat similar to Pei Yilin's.

He was actually waiting for this time?

Song Qian was shocked, then retreated and attacked the man.

The man's figure was very strange, and even Song Qian, who had been through many battles, was a little nervous in front of him.

Song Qian's attacks were easily stopped by the man. Finally, while Song Qian was in a daze, the man opened the window and jumped out.

The night wind was strong and the night was dark.

Song Qian could only smell the faint scent of rosemary, and the man had disappeared from her sight.

"Damn it!" Song Qian let out a sigh of anger and quickly climbed onto the windowsill, ready to follow the man's trail.

But as soon as she got up to the windowsill, another gust of evil wind came towards her face. The wind was wild and fierce, with the smell of rosemary that she was familiar with...

"Pei Yilin?" Song Qian immediately backed away. She was fast and agile.

Even though the man's attack was fierce, she kept avoiding him.

Song Qian dodged the man's attack and took the opportunity to pull him down from the windowsill.

The bright light lit up the man's face, and his sparkling eyes and his unparalleled appearance instantly aroused Song Qian's anger.

It was really Pei Yilin!

Song Qian's face turned cold, and the attack on Pei Yilin was getting faster and fiercer.

Every attack that swept through his anger was like a sharp sword stabbing into Pei Yilin's heart. His heart ached and his response slowed down.

Finally, song qian attacked Pei Yilin's left chest with a sharp anger.

Her eyes were like fire, as if they were a mixture of old and new enmity. When she looked at Pei Yilin, she had a murderous look on her face.

That kind of murderous spirit was something that Pei Yilin had never seen before, and what Pei Yilin did not want to see now.

Pei Yilin's eyes were a little lonely, but in the face of song qian, they were still cold, as if there were no fluctuations at all.

Song Qian stared at Pei Yilin as he attacked.

She saw that he was expressionless, as cold as steel.

Pei Pingping's, Qian Mengmeng's, his...

Song Qian's hatred for Pei Yilin grew stronger and stronger, and he never softened his hand. From the initial reservations, he almost developed into the later desperate actions.

Every move of hers seemed to put Pei Yilin to death, but every move was too hasty and had fatal omissions.

Pei Yilin was familiar with Song Qian's every move and knew that Song Qian would not get any benefits if he dealt with it himself.

But how could he bear to hurt her?

The doctor had already said that Song Qian's body was seriously injured. A few days ago, in order to find money, Mengmeng fell into Crocodile Pond again.

There, she must not have recovered from the cold.

Now, how could he treat her as the former song qian to fight?

With this thought in mind, Pei Yilin's movements gradually became more tender and slower.

Song Qian kept her eyes on Pei Yilin. Seeing that he seemed to be slowing down, she attacked harder and harder.

Finally, looking at a gap, Song Qian patted Pei Yilin on the chest.

Her palms were so strong and fast that if she hit Pei Yilin, he would have internal injuries.

Pei Yilin was perfectly capable of evading, but when he saw Song Qian's confident expression, he paused.

Pei Yilin's heart softened and he gave Song Qian a powerful slap. He took a step forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Pei Yilin's chest seemed like steel. Song Qian couldn't stop moving forward and bumped into it.

Her nose hit Pei Yilin's chest. A familiar smell entered her nose, and her nose ached inexplicably.

Pei Yilin, do you really think I won't hit you hard?

Song Qian's heart thumped. The moment she was close to Pei Yilin's chest, she lifted her right foot and hit Pei Yilin between her legs.

Her goal was so obvious that Pei Yilin felt it in an instant.

He tightened his arms around her, but with no effort under his legs, he quickly took Song Qian down.

Song Qian seemed to have anticipated Pei Yilin's movements. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her right hand popped out very quickly, hitting Pei Yilin hard in the chest.

Her movements were quick, accurate, and ruthless. She hit Pei Yilin hard and made a muffled sound.

"Don't move." Pei Yilin was in pain, but his eyes were filled with a touch of indulgence, tyrannically imprisoning her in his arms, and his tyrannical breath sprayed on her ears. "If you don't want to be discovered by Cheng Wenfeng now, then listen to me."

"Why should I listen to you?" Song Qian fought back angrily.

"Because... You only have this choice." Pei Yilin's attitude was overbearing.

Pei Yilin's feeling of holding everyone in her hands made Song Qian very unhappy. When she thought of Qian Mengmeng, who had disappeared, her anger did not dissipate at all.

"You will never know my choice." As she spoke, song qian struggled with all her might in Pei Yilin's arms, trying to give him a heavy blow.

"Don't move!" Because of Song Qian's movements, Pei Yilin's body stiffened slightly, and a familiar tension came from somewhere in his body.

"Why should I..." Song qian paused in the middle of her sentence. She frowned and stared at the door.

The voice from there was so familiar. It was Cheng Wenfeng.

Cheng Wenfeng is back. It seems that Cheng Wenfeng will soon find her.

"We'll settle our accounts another day!" Song Qian said angrily, quickly attacking Pei Yilin's weakness and finally breaking free from his arms.

Go hide in that closet. Don't come out without my permission." Pei Yilin also heard Cheng Wenfeng's voice and narrowed his eyes. He grabbed Song Qian and pushed her aside.

Only then did Song Qian see the wardrobe, a place very close to Cheng Wenfeng's room.

If she hid, she might have subdued Cheng Wenfeng before he went to sleep and asked for his badge.

But how could Pei Yilin be so kind?

He's probably... Up to something bigger.

"Not yet? Do you want to be discovered by Cheng Wenfeng, or are you just waiting to see him and give yourself to him?" Pei Yilin's voice was as domineering as ever.