"One hundred a day, plus one hundred deposit, a total of four hundred. If any damage to the facilities in the room, compensation will be made at the price. 3202 upstairs, take the keys and go up by yourself!"

The boss's wife directly pushed the payment QR code and a key to the man.

but.

However, the man did not scan the code with his mobile phone, but took out four hundred-dollar bills and handed them to the boss's wife. Then he took the key and walked towards the stairs.

Looking at the man's back.

The boss's wife was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and smiled contemptuously: "It's so interesting. She's so down-and-out. She's still wearing a suit and tie. She looks like the silly boy who had no money to eat and had to save money to buy an Apple phone for her girlfriend. She's going to suffer with face!"

...

Walk into your room.

The man collapsed directly on the hard bed, his face full of fatigue and fatigue.

He wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep.

But the sound of footsteps kept coming from the corridor and the sound of talking next door.

It made him feel anxious all the time.

He always felt that those people were coming for him and were about to break into the door!

finally.

The man could no longer bear this pain.

He sat up straight, took out his cell phone from his pocket, turned on, found a strange number, and dialed it out.

After a while.

The phone is connected.

"Who?"

A hoarse voice came from the phone.

"Is it...Butler Qin?"

The man pondered for a while and said in a trembling voice.

"Who are you?"

Butler Qin said in confusion.

"I...I am Hua Chenfeng's adopted son, Song Qinghui. We have met in the underground research institute before!"

Song Qinghui whispered.

"Song Qinghui? Are you still alive?"

Butler Qin was stunned for a moment, and was also a little surprised.

"I escaped by luck, but now the people from Tianyi Sect are searching me everywhere. I have no way to escape, and I guess they will find me soon, so I ask the Qin family for help, hoping that the Qin family can save my life. If Tianyi Sect catches me, I will definitely die!"

Song Qinghui asked for help.

"I see!"

Butler Qin thought for a while, then asked, "Where are you now?"

“In this old town, Wen Nuan Home rental house, Room 3202.”

Song Qinghui hurriedly said.

"Okay, I'll report this to the head of the family now. You should stay where you are, don't move around casually, keep the phone open and wait for my news. Do you understand?"

Butler Qin instructed.

"I understand, then I'll bother Mr. Qin!"

Song Qinghui nodded quickly.

immediately.

Butler Qin hung up the phone directly.

Put your phone away.

Song Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease.

With the Qin family protecting itself.

Then even Tianyi Sect can't do anything to the point!

Thinking of this.

Song Qinghui finally showed a relaxed expression on his face.

He looked at himself in the mirror.

My hair was messy and my face was covered with gray.

These days, in order to avoid the tracking of Tianyi Sect.

He was quite embarrassed.

I haven't taken a shower for a long time.

All his body smelled.

So he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

I plan to take a hot shower, have a good sleep, and then wait for the Qin family to send someone to pick me up...

Linhai northern suburbs.

Located in a huge luxury private estate.

here.

It is the Qin family's manor.

And at this moment.

In a room on the second floor of the manor castle.

The middle-aged man in a luxurious nightgown was still sitting in front of the window and painting oil paintings.

And the content on the drawing.

It's exactly the same as the one I drew a few days ago.

Still the ragged woman.

His eyes were blood-red, like a zombie, and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty desire.

However.

Even this woman has painted it vividly.

But the middle-aged man seemed to be dissatisfied all the time, frowned and continued to outline the women's lines on the drawing board.

And beside him, many paintings have been abandoned, all of which have been torn in half and thrown on the floor.

"It's still not possible, it's still not beautiful enough! Madam, why can't I draw your beauty?"

Looking at the works on the drawing board.

The middle-aged man shook his head in disappointment, still very rare to be dissatisfied, and then he was about to tear it apart and draw it again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just then.

The door of the room was knocked outside.

"Come in!"

The middle-aged man said lightly.

The words fell.

The door is open.

An old man in a black suit walked in.

"Master of the family!"

The old man bowed deeply to the middle-aged man, his face full of respect.

"Butler Qin, is there anything wrong?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the old man and said in confusion.

"Report to the head of the family, Hua Chenfeng's adopted son Song Qinghui is still alive!"

Butler Qin said quickly.

And this middle-aged man who painted was the head of the Qin family, Qin Long!

"Oh? Is it?"
To be continued...