Ninety lucky little sweet wife

Seeing Yan Xiaochun's reddened eyes, Zhu Yan's heart finally felt a little moved.

This is a family relationship where blood is thicker than water. She shouldn't deny his love for the child. No matter what the parents' feelings are, the child is innocent.

She vaguely remembered the scene of Lele calling Qin Huai's father, but in fact, in the child's heart, he was full of longing for the existence of his father.

Zhu Yan finally nodded in response.

Going back to the bedroom, he glanced at the two children, who were still soundly asleep, tucked them in the quilt, picked up the coat on the bed and put it on, and went downstairs with Yan Xiaochun.

Seeing that there were only a few packs of snacks, Zhu Yan was still a little disappointed.

After thinking about it, Yan Xiaochun also met him by accident, and he didn't have time to prepare more, so he felt balanced.

After receiving the things from Yan Xiaochun, Zhu Yan pretended to ask casually: "It's not a trivial matter to attract fans, don't you think of a way to go to the police station to fish them out?"

Yan Xiaochun was taken aback by the question, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled sarcastically, "What can I do, Yanyan is just a side branch of the Sheng family, and she makes a lot of trouble herself, so they won't be willing to help her every time Clean up the mess."

That's why she brought the young master of the Yu family over here, and someone would help her if something happened.

Zhu Yan really didn't know whether to praise Sheng Yanyan for her good intentions, or to feel sorry for her good brother, who was simple-minded and didn't know if he was used as a gun.

"But this time, she should be fine. I think the Yu family is also involved. The young miss of the Yu family will definitely try to rescue them all." Yan Xiaochun said again.

When Zhu Yan heard the words of Miss Yu's family, a trace of hatred flowed in her eyes, and her hands clenched into fists, as if she was holding back something.

Even so, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Is Miss Yu's family treating her brother well?"

Yan Xiaochun didn't notice the strangeness on Zhu Yan's face, and replied in response: "I'm afraid no one in the entire imperial capital knows that Miss Yu's family dotes on my younger brother very much. Yu Yifan is in charge of making troubles, and Yu Xian'er is in charge of cleaning up for him. What a mess, murder and arson, there is nothing Yu Yifan dares to do, anyway, with his sister supporting him, no one really dares to do anything to him."

"Does his parents not care at all and let them do this?" Zhu Yan was a little puzzled.

Yan Xiaochun smiled wryly, "Take care, of course we have to. Yu's family rules are still very strict, but if Yu Yifan's bad deeds are found out by his family, he will inevitably be beaten up. But so what, Yu Xian'er thought of a way If you suppress the matter and don't let your parents know, there will be no trouble at all. Yu Yifan should eat, drink, and make troubles as he wants."

Isn't this the same as flattering and killing him?

Yu Xian'er is really the same as her mother who killed thousands of swords, she is not a good thing.

Focusing on cultivating Yu Yifan into a waste, she will become the pillar of the Yu family in the future, and embezzling the Yu family's property is probably her ultimate goal.

It's a good thing that the Yu family and his wife treated her as their own daughter and carefully raised her for so many years, but they didn't know that in places they didn't know, they were pushing their precious son into the endless abyss little by little.

Zhu Yan couldn't remember how she walked back to the hotel, her mind was in such a mess that she couldn't figure it out.

She knew that now was not the time to fight against Yu Xian'er, but watching Yu Yifan degenerate more and more under Yu Xian'er's scourge, she would feel a twinge in her heart.

It wasn't her emotion, it was a warning from this body.

Zhu Yan stood in front of the elevator, thinking about things in her mind, but she didn't realize that the two elevators had been stopped on the top floor, and there was no sign of going down at all.

It was only when the siren sounded suddenly that Zhu Yan's thoughts were severely cut off. She rubbed her tense temples and looked around for no reason.

She suddenly realized that the sound of the siren was the fire alarm signal in the hotel. She had received special training when she was working before, so she remembered it very clearly.

The next moment, she saw the stairwell pouring out, wave after wave of people who didn't even have time to tidy up their clothes, running desperately to the outside of the hotel.

Zhu Yan thought of the two children in the room, and before she had time to think about it, she frantically ran upstairs towards the crowd, like a kite breaking free from a rope, without any control, and kept rushing upwards.

Along the way, I vaguely heard some people talking, only to learn that the fire was on the fourth floor.

And the fourth floor is the one where Zhu Yan lived.

Because it was going backwards, Zhu Yan was knocked away by the flow of people many times. Fortunately, she held on to the escalator tightly so that she did not fall down the stairs.

When she reached the third floor, thick smoke was billowing, and she couldn't see the road ahead clearly. The thick smoke made Zhu Yan start to have difficulty breathing, but the movement of her feet didn't stop for a moment.

On the fourth floor, the smoke was thicker, but fortunately, no firelight was seen coming out.

In the convenience bag Zhu Yan carried in her hand, many snacks were knocked out during the wild run, and there was still a bottle of drink left.

She quickly took off her coat, poured her drink on one sleeve, covered her mouth and nose, and rushed out of the stairwell.