Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

Chu Lian didn't say anything. It was a default.

Yang Ze left the room and went out.

"Bang -" Chu Lian was sitting in front of the glass looking at the sky outside. Suddenly a voice came from the side.

He looked back.

Josin looked at the trash can next to him. Carefully holding his breath, he went back to the room with light hands and feet.

Checked the lock on the bedside table. She lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

Chu Lian pushed her wheelchair forward from the French window until she came to the corner of the living room and saw a dumped trash can.

Someone came

I'm not sure if it's really artificial, but I didn't notice how the garbage can was poured.

He pushed his wheelchair to josin's room. Sit there quietly.

"Dong Dong Dong -" the door was knocked.

Josin lay motionless in the room, listening to the sound of opening the door. She shook up and down, but she still didn't move.

Chu Lian went into the room and looked at josin lying there. Tentatively approached a little.

Sitting by the bed, looking at josin sleeping.

Probably a lot of heart. She slept soundly and looked as if she was dreaming. She was confused. I thought she was eavesdropping just now.

Chu Lian stretched out her hand. Covered her with a quilt. After another pause, he left the room.

Then there was a knock on the door next door.

Josin wrapped himself in a quilt and listened quietly to the voice next door. The sound of the tap sounded, probably taking a bath.

Wait until after midnight. When there was no sound in the next room, joshin got up carefully from bed.

Through the window, you can see the traffic flow outside. Haicheng is a prosperous big city. Especially in recent years, it has developed faster and faster, almost surpassing the capital.

Therefore, some young people who have just graduated are pouring in.

Josin walked to the window and looked at the sky. The presidential suite was on a higher floor. It looked as if it was hanging in the sky.

Joshin took a deep breath.

If you want to leave the hotel, you must avoid Chu Lian. Now there is no way from the window, but in other ways.

He said better, let her stay in Haicheng, but let Yang Ze have bought a return plane ticket, which is obviously just talking.

For two years, he has been controlled by his medication. In the last month, he has been trying to hide the drugs he gave.

Josin opened the bedside table and took out a transparent white bottle.

Although she hasn't asked a professional doctor to check what it is, it must not be a good thing. It can probably control people's spirit.

In the moonlight, the white transparent medicine bottle looks like Pandora's box.

Josin held the medicine bottle in his hand and made up his mind.

Use this medicine tomorrow and let Chu Lian have a good taste of it.

Josin took out a piece of paper and wrapped the white tablets into powder.

Early the next morning, Chu Lian ordered a breakfast and knocked on josin's door.

Josin didn't sleep all night.

"Wait a minute, tidy up and go out right away," she said.

Chu Lian pushed her wheelchair into the restaurant.

Yang Ze put the breakfast on the table and divided the food into two parts, one in front of Chu Lian and the other in Qiao Xin's position.