Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

His fingers tightened suddenly, and she groaned in pain, as if her wrist was about to be broken by him.

At the moment when he was about to lose control, he suddenly let go of his hand and let her go.

Standing up, he grabbed the frozen mineral water on the table, walked to the window, and took a big gulp.

Taking this opportunity, An Qi jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the door, opened the door, and tried to escape.

But Kevin stood guard at the door with two bodyguards, blocking her way.

"Take her to the airport." Lu Junyan's gloomy voice came, chilling.

Kevin made a gesture of invitation, "Let's go, Miss An."

An Qi took a deep breath and tried her best to force herself to stay calm, "I have to go back to the room to pack my luggage and change into loose clothes."

"Someone will pack your luggage for you." Kevin said.

"I clean it up myself. I hate it when outsiders touch my things." An Qi angrily dropped the words and walked out.

Entering the room, she locked the door and already had an idea in mind.

Putting on a casual outfit, she packed everything she needed into her backpack.

Then cut the sheets and quilt cover to make a simple safety rope.

When she was in college, she often played rock climbing with her classmates.

The room was on the third floor and was not high. She could slide down the rope.

"Miss An, are you okay?" Kevin knocked on the door.

"I have a stomachache and I need to go to the bathroom. Please wait a moment."

An Qi was perfunctory and tied the rope to the railing of the terrace.

Although the descent was not difficult for her, she was still a little nervous.

Once an accident occurs and falls, it will kill two people!

Taking two deep breaths, she climbed over the balcony and slid down carefully but quickly.

The vest was soaked with cold sweat.

The moment her toes touched the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare to waste a moment and ran away.

She wanted to escape from the hotel and escape from Lu Junyan's clutches!

in the presidential suite.

Lu Junyan poured a glass of strong wine and drank it in one gulp.

The strong alcohol burned in his throat, but it still couldn't relieve the abnormal irritability in his heart. There was a fire in his chest that was constantly expanding and rolling, almost bursting out of his chest.

Kevin called, "Oh no, Fourth Young Master, Miss An ran away."

"What?" He was shocked, jumped up from the sofa, and rushed out like a hurricane.

At this time, An Qi had already escaped into the subway.

She didn't know where she should go. The air tickets back home were sold out and she could only book one for four days later.

Here we are not familiar with the people and the place, and we don’t understand the language. It’s simply that the sky doesn’t respond and the earth doesn’t work.

The only person she could think of to turn to was...

Biting her lip, she took out her cell phone, turned it on, and immediately dialed Lu Haochen's number.

"Morrowind, I'm in trouble, can you help me?"

"Where are you, I'll come right over."

"I'm on the subway. I'm going to get off at Les Sablons station." She couldn't read, so she spelled out the station.

"Okay, just wait for me at the exit and don't run around."

As soon as she hung up, Lu Junyan's call came in. She quickly hung up and turned off the phone.

"Damn it!"

Lu Junyan punched the car door, and the nerves in his body were stretched to the extreme.

Is this woman crazy?

He dared to climb down from the third floor. If he accidentally fell, the consequences would be disastrous.

"I haven't found Miss An's hotel check-in record yet. She is not familiar with Paris and doesn't know French. It would be bad if she went to an area with poor security." Kevin said worriedly.

Lu Junyan's heart was beating rapidly and chaotically, his internal organs were twisted into a ball, and his limbs were trembling slightly due to excessive tension.

[Anqi, it’s dangerous for you to be out there alone. Come back right away. 】

[Are you desperate for your life? This is Paris, not Dragon City. You will encounter gangsters at any time. 】

[Turn on the phone, do you want to die in a foreign country? 】

[Obey, stop messing around]

[If you don’t want to go to Switzerland, I allow you not to go and come back quickly. 】

……

He kept sending her WeChat messages, losing his temper, and listed all the danger zones to prevent her from entering by mistake.