Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

When Wei He blurted out, he suddenly realized something and immediately closed his mouth.

Looking sideways, it turned out that his young master's face was dark and full of hostility.

Chu Linchen gave Wei He a warning look, and bent over to lift Wei Wei out from underneath.

"Mommy put me here, and I'll deal with those bad guys by myself, woo woo woo..." Xiao Weiwei lay in his arms, crying profusely.

Chu Linchen was depressed, pursed his lips, let go of his clenched fist stiffly, and patted the child on the back.

The tone assured him: "If my son doesn't cry, Dad will definitely let Mommy come back safe and sound!"

Xiao Weiwei blinked his tearful eyes, looked at Chu Linchen in a daze, and after a long while, cried out with sobs: "Dad..."

......

Han's clubhouse.

After Han Moyang called Chu Linchen, he waited leisurely for his arrival.

"Mr. Han, it's been so long, will Chu Linchen really come?" asked the subordinate beside him.

Han Moyang looked down at the time, a little impatient.

He thought for a while and said, "Why is there no movement outside, go and have a look."

"Yes."

After sending his subordinates out, Han Moyang continued to wait.

It's just that after waiting for another half an hour, the subordinate left and never came back.

Han Moyang felt something was wrong.

At this time, a burnt smell floated in.

At the same time, he also heard the sound of crying for help.

A woman, and child.

Thinking of something, Han Moyang's complexion changed suddenly, and he got up from the sofa abruptly.

The entire clubhouse was empty, and none of the people who were originally arranged outside had disappeared!

Han Moyang held back the surprise in his heart, and followed the sound to find it.

In a room not far away, the flames shone through the glass windows, and thick smoke came out from the crack in the door.

The cry for help from the mother and child came from inside.

Han Moyang panicked inexplicably, and rushed over without thinking.

Through the glass window, Han Moyang's pupils suddenly widened when he saw clearly the mother and child trapped in the flames.

"Sandy, Kunlin!"

Trapped in the room turned out to be his woman, Sandy, and his only son, Kun Lin!

Han Moyang didn't care much, opened the door and rushed in.

The mother and son were tied to chairs and could only watch as the fire continued to spread.

"Did Han Meng do it? Why did she do this to your mother and son!"

Han Moyang roared furiously, and quickly untied the rope for the mother and son.

Just as he was about to take them away, the exit was blocked.

It's those missing subordinates.

At this moment, they looked at the three of Han Moyang expressionlessly, and stopped them in the fierce fire.

"Go away—" Han Moyang yelled sharply.

"Boss Han."

The subordinate standing at the front looked at Han Moyang leisurely, and said quietly: "Do you still remember how Miss Han Xiao died?"

Han Moyang's expression tightened, but he didn't answer, but was thinking of a way to rush out.

The other party continued: "Miss Han Meng already knows everything you did on Missy's helicopter. So today, Chu Linchen is not the target, but you are."

Han Moyang just rushed out, but was kicked back mercilessly.

Then—

boom!

The door was shut.

Outside the door, those people sealed the door completely with wooden planks and iron chains.

"Ayang, we can't get out..." Sandy hugged his son, eyes full of despair.

The fire spread and burned quickly, and the air became thinner and thinner.