Sick big boss's palm is petted and milky

"Of course." Although Brother Gugu felt a little strange, he still gave Su Yan the drink.

"But Hani, if you drink too much water at night, your face will swell like a hoarding hamster." Xing Baogu reminded kindly.

"I've eaten a lot of pickles tonight, and I'm a little thirsty. I'll restrain myself." Su Yan raised an innocent and innocent smile, holding three bottles of drinks, and a woolen bag hanging on his arm, with two wooden woolen yarns stuck on the edge Needle, back to his dormitory.

After returning to the dormitory, Jin Zhengu sat on the edge of the bed and meditated, and suddenly remembered something: "No, brother, do you have pickles for dinner tonight?"

"Loofah soup, egg fried rice... no pickles." Xing Baogu blinked in confusion.

……

Ku Gai didn't know where he went tonight, and he hasn't come back yet. After returning to the dormitory, Su Yan closed the door and called Huang Jinye.

After the phone rang for dozens of seconds, it was finally connected in the final stage.

"Old Gong (gong)—" Su Yan pinched Daji's voice for a second, "Old Gong Gong, I miss you."

"Cough..." Huang Jinye on the other end of the phone seemed to be in poor health, coughed before whispering, "What's the matter?"

"Old Gong, why don't you call him a baby? Am I still your cutest baby?"

Huang Jinye, who was having a night party, glanced at the business elite below who were concentrating on taking notes.

His mobile phone was originally launching a PPT, when suddenly Su Yan called in, and Su Yan's nickname "Your Little Baby" was immediately displayed on the PPT.

After connected, it will automatically become amplified mode.

Huang Jin's expression remained unchanged at night: "Baby..."

"Old Gong, I have three bottles of water here, you can take them to test for them tomorrow—"

Huang Jinye glanced at the business elite below again.

They are still writing and taking notes carefully.

Huang Jinye: "..."

Huang Jinye: "Okay..."

Su Yan: "Old Gong, what are you doing now?"

Huang Jinye: "In a meeting..."

"Wow, I... I won't bother you anymore, let's chat on WeChat."

"Okay baby."

Yun Lai, who was manipulating the PPT at the side, was already dripping with cold sweat on his back. He looked at the PPT with a look of horror, "Your little baby has ended the call." PPT page flip.

Just when Yun Lai thought that the other bosses or the president's deputy in the meeting room had already shown bad looks, he took a sneak peek and found that the presidents just showed a sudden realization, and then turned to the last page of the notes to record something;

Some of them seemed to have a "same as my family" expression, showing a polite yet pampering smile.

All right, the world's presidents are a family, and every family has a little wife.If not, it means that the little wife ran away with the ball, and the president is still on the way to chase it. It only takes 99 days to chase it back.

Those who took notes are estimated to be still on the way.

……

After Su Yan took a shower, he found that Ku Gai hadn't come back, so he sent a message to Ku Gai.

【Haney: Where did Little Naipai go at night?Come back quickly to warm the bed for Grandpa]

Half an hour after this message was sent out, there was no reply. Su Yan lay on the bed and chatted with Huang Jinye for a while, and when he was about to go to bed, the photographer suddenly posted a message on [Haicheng International Orphanage Activity Group] message.

[Photographer: Well, can anyone of you contact His Royal Highness? 】

[Golden Needle Gu: What's wrong with him?Not in the dormitory? 】

[Photographer: Not here.His Royal Highness has always been very punctual, and he didn't come back so late. Do you think he was assassinated by spies from other countries? 】

[Xing Baogu: It's possible, after all, he is the prince of a country! 】

[Golden Needle Gu: It is also possible that Her Highness the Princess wanted to compete for the position of the Crown Prince. It happened that His Highness the Prince was in Haicheng and had no guards around him, so the Princess sent her subordinates to do it secretly. 】

[Xingbaogu: @金针吱 really deserves to be my younger brother, and I think of it together. 】

[Photographer: Ah, what should I do?I will call the police now! 】

[Golden Needle Gu: It's late, the Haicheng Police Station is the number one subordinate of Her Royal Highness, and Her Royal Highness is now decapitated. 】

[Xing Baogu: It is likely that it has been thrown into the sea to feed the sharks]

The photographer finally noticed something was wrong.

【Photographer: You two...how did you know so clearly? 】

[Xingbaogu: I guess. 】

[Jinzhengu: I guessed it with my brother. 】

【Nangong Jiang: ...】

[System: Jinzhengu withdrew three messages, Xingbaogu withdrew three messages]

The conversation finally came to an abrupt end here, and the people in the group did not say a word in a very tacit understanding, as if the conversation that just guessed that the prince was decapitated did not exist at all.

……

At night, the delivery guy riding an electric three-wheeler walked slowly through an unmonitored alley, stopped the car, walked to another block, and entered an ordinary small hotel.

The delivery man had trouble with his legs and feet, and he limped and wobbled when he went up the stairs.Finally, stop at the end of the second floor and use the room card to open a room.

The hotel room was quite simple. The man walked into the bathroom, looked at his middle-aged uncle in the mirror, and raised the corners of his mouth strangely.

"Hush—" He whistled with a tone, rolled up his sleeves, then grabbed the slightly wrinkled skin on his right arm with the nails of his left finger, and tore it violently.

A large piece of fake leather fell off.

Immediately afterwards, he removed the fake age spots on his left hand and face one by one.

He took off his hat, wig, and false contact lenses.

"Ugh... Cough! Cough!" He pulled out a voice changer from the back of his throat.

"Xiao Yanyan, hello." Shao Ming narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at his radiant self in the mirror.

After simply cleaning up, Shao Ming limped to the bedside, opened the suitcase, and took out another spare mobile phone from inside.

Then he pressed three numbers: 1, 1, 0.

"Hey, comrade policeman, I want to report something to you."

"I suspect that in the Haicheng International Orphanage, there are artists who gather people to take drugs in the orphanage under the guise of giving warmth to the orphans."

……

After dialing the phone, Shao Ming decisively broke off the phone card, turned off the phone, and stuffed it into the suitcase again.

He can't wait to see tomorrow's show.

At that time, Troy's two stupid twins were randomly looking for a stationery store, so when he went to deliver the goods, Su Yan would not doubt the authenticity of his identity as the "delivery uncle".

Moreover, there are many cripples in this world. This time he went to the orphanage as a middle-aged man. All the disguises were impeccable. Even his voice and hair color were completely different. work together.

Therefore, as long as he removes the disguise, the suspicion can be cleared away.

Troy's three idiots, including Su Yan, would only think that some middle-aged lame uncle did the trick.

Tomorrow at the latest is the date of your death, Su Yan.

You know, bad artists will be banned infinitely and permanently, huh.

And ruining Su Yan's career was only the first step in his revenge.