After the president recognized me as a savior

Su Feiran didn't know that she was being watched by someone, and had already reached the fourth floor with the help of someone.

Huatian Feast is one of the best large-scale entertainment venues in the city. There is a KTV on the first floor, a bar on the second floor, a restaurant on the third floor and a hotel on the fourth floor.

Opening the door with the door card, Su Feiran hadn't waited for Yanshun to move his hands and feet, and a silver needle that was always ready pierced into the back of his neck.

He had already drank a little wine, and after this injection, his tall and burly figure fell to the ground with his head tilted.

Su Feiran quickly closed the door, and took out the phone from Yanshun's pocket.

After all, Yan Shun had met her before, so he didn't even have to think about asking her face to face, "Did you send my father to kidnap Yan Wenzhou back then?"

Although it has been ten years since he kidnapped his nephew and killed him, it is impossible for Yan Shun to have no traces on his body.

Those kidnappers, including my father, disappeared collectively. If it was done in good faith, there must be arrangements.

Boss Yan hasn't had a chance to investigate yet, so she can only get a thorough understanding of Yan Shun first.

Opened the lock with fingerprints, turned it over and over again, and Su Feiran frowned more and more tightly: In addition to laughing at Yan Wenzhou being humiliated by Miss Jiang Er, Yan Shun's phone actually talked to Yan Wen Nothing about boats.

Could it be Boss Yan who did it?

That's difficult, that is different from the second child who likes to spend time and drink, the dragon sees the beginning but does not see the end.

Worried, she glanced at Yan Shun who was hesitating and about to wake up, her eyes turned cold, she simply tied him to the chair with a rope and pulled out the needle in his neck.

Said he was awake, but Yan Shun was still confused.

Su Feiran sat behind him, pinching the silver needle and nose: "Since you're awake, why don't you answer a few questions for me?"

The man's body trembled, this time he really woke up. "Who are you!"

"If I can let you know who I am, I still need to tie you up? Don't worry, Er Ye, I can let you go with just two simple questions, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to keep some of the little secrets in your phone." It's about to appear in Boss Yan's hands."

The competition between the two of them was extremely fierce, Su Feiran hinted that he was not Yan Boss's person, he immediately calmed down a lot, as if he felt ashamed and did not speak.

Seeing his attitude, Su Feiran thought he agreed: "Ten years ago, was it Yan Wenzhou who you sent someone to kidnap?"

Originally, I thought that Yan Shun's emotions should be extraordinarily excited, but I didn't expect him to sneer: "That's why you came? Yan Wenzhou asked you to come?"

Su Feiran tacitly said nothing, and secretly said to Yan Wenzhou, I'm sorry brother.

"No, you were not sent by him. Didn't Yan Wenzhou already know the answer, why did he send someone to ask me?"

His words were too informative, and Su Feiran couldn't digest them all at once.

Yan Wenzhou already knew who kidnapped him?

Just about to ask the next sentence, the phone rang suddenly: "Second Lord's bodyguards have found out, they are looking for someone, hurry up!"

Without hesitation, Su Feiran pierced Yanshun's neck with a needle, saw his head tilted, and then ran out of the room.

As soon as he reached the stairs and hadn't turned the corner, he heard Yan Shun's bodyguards had come up: "It was a woman in a red dress who took Er Ye away!"

Looking down at her red body, Su Feiran turned around and was about to go back to the previous room to wrap up in a bathrobe when the door next to her suddenly opened.

"Miss Su, what a coincidence."

The faint male voice was still accompanied by laughter, Su Feiran stiffened her scalp, stepped in and closed the door.

"It seems that Ms. Su is really short of money. Today is... a part-time job?"

With a pale face, he turned his head and looked at the human ink painting: "Yes, my family is poor, and I can meet you here, Mr. Yan, what a coincidence!"

The man in the wheelchair was very calm, his eyes glanced at her indifferently, before he could open his mouth, he heard a submissive and irritable voice from the corridor: "Damn it, don't let me catch that little girl! Or I'll kill her!"

Su Feiran had a smile on his face, his back was pressed against the door, and his hands were sweating coldly.

"It's quite a coincidence. I even heard this voice as if it was my second uncle."

"You must have heard wrong."

Yan Wenzhou narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Really?"

"Of course!"

After speaking, Su Feiran hurriedly stepped forward and pushed Yan Wenzhou to the back room. She was relieved when she heard footsteps walking away from outside.

He just turned his head to look at Yan Wenzhou, but there were 1 question marks in his heart.

Why is he here?
Did he open the door for himself on purpose just now?

And...he knows the murderer, who is the murderer?

But she wasn't stupid for the last question. As the daughter of the kidnapper back then, she naturally wouldn't ask it directly.

So everything came back to the original point: she had to keep an eye on Yan Wenzhou.

"It seems that you have a lot to say to me?"

After entering the back room, Yan Wenzhou pushed the wheelchair to the bedside and poured himself a glass of red wine. The scarlet liquid stained the corners of his lips, and the ink painting was stained with impurities.

Su Feiran knew that he was waiting for her to explain to him, she opened her mouth but before speaking, she suddenly saw a pair of slippers on the ground.

In fact, even if you can't walk, you can wear slippers. This is nothing, but there is a problem with the placement of the slippers.

Yan Wenzhou couldn't go to bed by himself and had to rely on others to help him. If he took off his shoes and placed them on the bed after going to bed, the toes of the shoes should face outward.

And the toes of the pair of wet slippers in front of him were facing inward, as if they had been taken off after he went to bed.

what happened?

As if he noticed her gaze, Yan Wenzhou put down his wine glass and slid the wheelchair to her: "Miss Su, this is my friend's room, it's not polite for you to barge in suddenly, and you're still looking around, don't you..."

Su Feiran hurriedly waved her hands seriously: "I understand, I understand!"

I just don't quite understand what he's doing in a male friend's room.

Since he didn't ask how he got to work part-time with Yanshun, he should shut up too, this was a tacit exchange.

Yan Wenzhou nodded, and just as he looked away, there was a knock on the door.

"Sir, room service."

The thick male voice is very "service characteristic", Su Feiran glanced at Yan Wenzhou guilty, and shrank back on the sofa.

She can't go out!
"It's room service... Do you think I need it?"

Yan Wenzhou's voice was calm and calm, but Su Feiran quickly shook his head: "No, you don't need it!"

There was a sneer in the room, it must be an illusion!
When the wheelchair slid to the door, Su Feiran got into the bathroom, took off the red dress and threw it out of the window, took a basin of water and soaked it in the bathtub, intending to wash off the heavy makeup on her face.

At the door, the thick male voice seemed a little surprised: "Third young master? Why are you here!"

When the cold male voice sounded, Su Feiran almost choked herself to death: "Can't the disabled come to have fun?"