The next day, six thirty in the morning.

In a certain villa, the upstairs window was wide open, and the sun shone on the ground through the window.

The man is sitting in the study in casual clothes with a cup of iced coffee on the table.

He opened the black notebook, his knuckles were slender, his bones were distinct, and his fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard.

The texture of the keyboard is good, and it doesn't make a lot of noise between taps.

A hotel management page appeared on the computer screen, and one of the names was noticed in the list of all the occupants.

Fu Shimo looked at the three words "Yan Zhixu", his **** Adam's apple wriggled, and there was a dark light of unknown meaning in his eyes under the lens.

He raised his hand to hold the mouse, and when he moved down, the hotel staff made a special note on the last column.

There was a large-scale power outage in the hotel around 2:30 a.m. last night, and the monitor on the 17th floor of the hotel was also broken.

Fu Shimo exited the page, turned off the computer, stood up from the table, and walked out of the study with the unfinished cup of iced coffee.

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Hyatt Regency Hotel.

Room 808 on the 17th floor.

Yan Zhixu woke up, picked up the phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time.

It's not even seven o'clock now, and she hasn't even slept for five hours, but her eyes are awake, without the slightest drowsiness.

Looking at Jin Huiqiao, who was still awake, and the kid who was squatting and playing in the corner of the bed, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom and walked to the bathroom.

Seeing this, the eyes of the kid who was still full of boredom suddenly became bright, and he followed him and floated towards the bathroom.

The little ghost floated into the bathroom, lay in front of the sink, and said softly, "Big sister, why don't you sleep for a while?"

I went to bed very late last night, why did I wake up so soon?

There was still a hint of guilt in his watery eyes, and the lingering breath around him suddenly became a little lonely.

"Is it... Did I disturb you when I was playing?"

"I... I didn't mean it, big sister, I'm sorry."

If he knew it would be like this, he shouldn't be playing in the bedroom.

After Yan Zhixu finished washing her face, she just washed her face with plain water and even the facial cleanser was useless, her skin was still delicate and fair.

Even if he slept very late last night and lacked sleep, there was no dark blue in the corners of his eyes.

She lifted her eyelids, her eyes fell on the low-breathing kid, her fingertips overflowed with a trace of spiritual power, and she raised her hand and rubbed his head.

"Don't think too much, it has nothing to do with you, you don't have to have any psychological burden."

The hand didn't go through his body, this intimate contact made the kid's body feel warm and comfortable.

The yin qi that has existed in the body for many years seems to be dispelled all at once, and then it is filled with warmth.

Yan Zhixu let go, "Little devil, what's your name?"

The topic was diverted.

He shook his head and thought for a long time, then raised his head and said in a glutinous voice, "Qin Kai, my name is Qin Kai, I remember that my mother seemed to have said that she wanted me to become a role model for a generation when I grew up."

When talking about his biological mother, his eyes were full of tenderness, which was the desire and dependence of a young child for maternal love.

"Well, Qin Kai, a role model for a generation."

His biological mother loved him very much and placed a lot of high hopes on him.

After combing his hair and taking care of everything, Yan Zhixu and Qin Kai walked out of the bathroom together.

Jin Huiqiao, who was still sleeping in the bedroom, had woken up, his face looked a little haggard, and the corners of his eyes were full of dark blue.

Seeing Qin Kai floating in the air, she remembered what happened last night, but it wasn't a dream.