Chapter 55 The Girl Thief
It was late at night when the banquet ended.
Mao Mao danced for a long time and was exhausted. Before the banquet was even over, she was already curled up in her brother's arms and fell asleep.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her thick eyelashes casting two feather-like shadows, her lower abdomen rising and falling as she slept soundly.
The three older brothers first put her in the car, and then carried Lou Yansui in.
The Zhang family was seeing their guests off at the door when they saw them preparing to leave, and Zhang's father quickly came over.
"Young Marshal," Zhang's father wiped the sweat from his brow, "I am truly grateful for today. Thank you for reminding us, which saved us from a great disaster."
Lou Fengju: "We were also trying to save lives. In comparison, Chairman Zhang, the chandelier fell for no reason, and it just so happened to be during your daughter's birthday banquet. This matter should be thoroughly investigated."
"Young Marshal is right." A sinister glint flashed across Zhang's father's face: "I will definitely get to the bottom of this matter."
If it's just a coincidence, then of course you can only accept your bad luck.
But the coincidence was too great, making it hard not to suspect that someone had sabotaged things behind the scenes. The Zhang family's business was so large, and he was the president of the chamber of commerce; with such a prominent position, countless people were eyeing a piece of their wealth.
Thinking of this, Zhang's father looked behind him and glanced into the dark car. Unfortunately, he only saw Lou Si Shao's profile through the car window and did not see the little child.
When did the Lou family have a daughter?
Amidst his immense fear and relief, he did not overlook the fact that it was the little child who first warned him of the potential danger.
Before Zhang's father could think further, several cold, hard badges suddenly came into view. Lou Fengju stepped over and blocked his view into the car.
Mr. Zhang raised his eyes and met the cold, sharp gaze of the young man opposite him.
He felt a chill run down his spine, not forgetting that the young marshal of the Lou family was renowned for his ruthless methods at a young age, and was no less powerful than his father, the warlord who had already become the top leader.
Mr. Zhang understood and exchanged a glance with him: "Young Marshal, rest assured, neither I nor my daughter will say a word about what happened today."
Of those present at the time, besides the Lou family, only the Zhang father and daughter had heard the whole story.
Lou Fengju pressed down on the brim of his hat and said deeply, "I have always trusted Chairman Zhang's character."
...
The car was parked in front of the building.
Xia Xiaoxiang stretched out her hands: "Thank you, Second Young Master. Leave Mao Mao to me."
"No need to trouble yourself." Lou Heming avoided her movements, hugged his younger sister, and said gently behind his gold-rimmed glasses, "Maomao will sleep with me tonight. Switching back and forth will easily wake her up."
Xia Xiaoxiang: "..."
Is it possible that this is her daughter?
It's not troublesome at all!
Xia Xiaoxiang was furious but dared not speak out, and could only watch helplessly as her daughter was taken away.
My own innocent little daughter was lying peacefully in someone else's arms, sleeping soundly.
"Second brother is so cunning." Lou Hongjian originally wanted to hug his sister, but as the driver, he was a step too slow when getting out of the car, so he could only turn around and complain to his eldest and fourth brothers: "It's obvious that Mao Mao likes to sleep with me the most."
Lou Yansui: "Who made this assessment?"
"Of course it's me. I'm Mao Mao's favorite older brother."
"Third brother, you may not be Mao Mao's favorite brother, but you are definitely the most shameless."
"Ah Sui!"
Lou Fengju chuckled, ignoring his two bickering younger brothers behind him, and stepped into the house first, heading to the study to find Commander Lou.
He needed to mention to his father what happened at the Zhang family banquet today.
Lou Heming carried his younger sister all the way back to his room.
He was a doctor and usually needed to take care of patients. He was very skilled at caring for people. He quickly and gently changed her clothes. During this time, Mao Mao slept soundly and didn't wake up. She obediently let him do as he pleased.
After putting her smelling fresh in bed, Mao Mao automatically found a comfortable position in her sleep as soon as she touched the soft pillow. Her little hands were clenched into fists by her cheeks, and her chubby little face was squeezed into a round of milky flesh by the pillow.
Lou Heming stared at his younger sister's adorable sleeping face for a while, then couldn't resist poking the soft, fleshy thing. In a great mood, he walked into the bathroom with the delicate, soft touch on his fingertips.
Soon after, the sound of rushing water could be heard.
All movement was concealed.
Two soft knocks sounded on the door.
Before any response was received, the doorknob was gently pressed down with a "click".
"Second Brother?"
Lou Hongjian poked his head in.
He looked inside and first saw his sister fast asleep on the bed, then heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and his eyes lit up immediately.
"I just wanted to see Mao Mao and give her a goodnight kiss." Lou Hongjian muttered to himself, tiptoeing to the bedside, his peach blossom eyes smiling mischievously: "Sigh, how could I let Mao Mao sleep here alone? How lonely she is. Luckily, I came."
Soon, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Lou Heming came out drying his hair.
"Maomao?"
He looked at the large bed, his gaze tender.
He has one younger sister but four older brothers, and each of them wants to sleep with her. However, he's always busy at the hospital and never gets a chance.
Perfect timing! He has a day off tomorrow, so he doesn't have to get up early and can sleep in with his sister.
My younger sister was fast asleep in bed, completely tucked under the covers, her figure obscured except for a small mound in the center of the blanket. She slept peacefully, without any movement.
"Um?"
No, how could a person's breathing be completely silent?
Lou Heming sensed something was wrong, quickly walked over, and yanked back the covers.
There was no trace of my cute little sister in the blankets; only a fluffy pillow lay in the middle of the bed.
Lou Heming suddenly turned his head. The door to his room had been opened at some point, revealing a narrow crack. The light from inside the room spilled into the dark corridor outside, casting a long, warm yellow shadow.
Lou Heming: "..."
How could a thief break into my house in the middle of the night?
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