A Mistaken Marriage with Mr. CEO

Chapter 1903 A Cat Catching a Mouse

It was said that the most dangerous place was the safest place.

A Ling took the chance and rushed into Norman's room.

As expected, no one dared to inspect Norman's room. Furthermore, no one dared to disturb him.

A Ling slept on Norman's bed for more than three hours in a single breath. He recovered all of the energy he had lost during the night and even found a lot of food in Norman's room.

As Je

ifer's most respected guest, Norman's daily life was exquisite to the point of hair.

Here was everything A Ling wanted.

However, as an assassin, his sense of danger was very high.

When Norman returned, his footsteps were very light. However, A Ling still opened her eyes in her dreams at the moment Norman stepped into her room, and the moment Norman stepped into the room, she flipped out of the window.

A Ling did not dare to stay put for too long, and madly dashed along the railing until he was at the sixth floor's deck. He stuck himself behind the railing, and panted heavily.

It took her less than ten seconds to climb from the window to the deck.

It was the pi

acle of her speed.

Indeed, when one was on the verge of death, one's potential was limitless.

A Ling meditated quietly. After calming her breathing, she waited for the surroundings to empty before she turned around and quietly left the place.

He changed his clothes as he walked.

"Ai, stop." A voice came from behind him.

A Ling's footsteps paused.

He did not run away.

If he ran now, it would be like trying to cover his tracks.

A Ling turned his head and looked over: "Me?"

"Yes." It's you. " The person said to A Ling, "Send all of this to the cleaning area on the third floor below."

A Ling immediately turned around and asked, "For whom?"

"John." Without raising his head, he said, "Hurry up, kid!"

"Yes, sir." A Ling immediately stood at attention, glancing at the nameplate on his chest: "Guaranteed to complete the mission, sir!"

A Ling pushed a large carriage full of replaced sheets all the way down to the elevator.

Along the way, they met many people wearing camouflage clothes. A Ling pushed forward while not looking sideways, and those people also only casually glanced at A Ling, not putting this small man in their eyes.

Those who did all this on the ship were basically weak chickens.

They couldn't get into the battle sequence, so they could only do some cleaning and cleaning.

Since there was no threat, it naturally wouldn't attract the attention of others.

A Ling hid himself behind the huge cart and calmly entered the elevator. He quickly arrived at the third floor, and found the cleaning area according to the location of the signboard.

"Hi, this is from our officer. May I ask which one is John?" A Ling vividly described a soldier. That kind of lively and slick youngster attitude was a common problem for the people at the bottom of the ranks here.

"I'm John." A big bearded man walked over, looked at the cart that A Ling had pushed over, frowned and said: "It's your middle third floor's Beta region again, you guys always have the most each time!"

"What can we do?" Our officer loves cleanliness. " A Ling smilingly said: "Besides, isn't the cleaning area responsible for these things?"

John humphed and said, "I still have to manage the changes in the 3rd region, how can I be busy with so many things? When Norman was not here, it was one thing for your superior to be busy. Now that Norman brought so many people here, how could I, a cleaning area, be busy? You tell your officer to only wash them once a week, and let him wash the extra ones. "

"I'll get back to the officer." A Ling made a difficult expression. "Then this time ??"

"This time won't do either." John said with a straight face, "Mr. Norman's bed is made of silk, so you can't wash it with a washing machine. You can only wash it by hand. My people can't handle it." Since it's from your area, you wash it yourself! "

Hearing that, A Ling was secretly happy, but he pretended to look helpless and troubled: "This ??."

"It's settled then!" John became even more unhappy.

John turned and walked away.

The image of A Ling trying to work with the helplessness of a soldier at the bottom of the army was really vivid and lifelike.

Very quickly, A Ling pushed a cart full of sheets into the cleaning area. Very quickly, he stuffed all the sheets in the cart into the washing machine and started to clean them.

There weren't many staff members in the cleaning area, only a few dozen of them were in charge of cleaning the ship.

The task was indeed a bit heavy.

Fortunately, the washing machines here were really powerful.

There were more than thirty of them lined up in a row.

All the machines are on and can clean a lot of clothes at the same time.

When A Ling saw that no one was paying attention, he ran into the drying room and quickly untied the strap on his body. The wound was no longer bleeding.

A Ling heaved a sigh of relief.

He looked at the white wound and took out a syringe from his pocket and inserted it near the wound without hesitation.

This is anti-infective.

It had to be said that Je

ifer's medicine was quite good.

effect bar.

It was a deep wound, but it stopped completely in a few hours and there was no inflammation.

This was already a very good result.

After drying the wound and waiting for the skin to dry, he changed into clean gauze and tied it up, then tidied up the clothes.

Ye Zichen chucked the gauze into the trash can.

Without waiting for A Ling to leave the drying room, he heard the voice of the officer who called A Ling call out to him from outside: "John, where's the brat who just brought the bed sheets?"

"Not washing clothes in there? "It's not that I'm talking about you, but that I'm so busy right now ??"

"Cut the crap!" "Where is he?"

"Can't you just go in and look for it yourself? Wait, why are there so many of you here? What are you all doing? "

"Go away, are you trying to cover for me? "He's not a member of our team at all ??"

"What?"

"He stole my team member's clothes!"

?? ??.

A Ling sighed.

I can't stay here anymore.

A Ling climbed up the railings and slipped out.

It looked like he had to find another foothold.

He wondered when Je

ifer and Norman would make their move against Shen Yuan. Could he really stop them in time?

A Ling took a deep breath. He knew that he could not do it, but he had to do it firmly.

Life is hard.

A Ling shuttled back and forth across the few levels, and in the end, had actually once again returned to the top floor.

A Ling started to suspect whether they had intentionally driven him back to the ninth floor.

Otherwise, why would he be back?

Thinking about the people who lived on the ninth floor, A Ling couldn't help but sigh once again.

It seemed like he would have to find a place to sleep tonight.

Touching the food inside his clothes, A Ling calmed down a little.

With food and medicine, it wasn't that scary.

A Ling somersaulted, grabbed onto the railing, and easily climbed up. His body was flexible enough to hook onto the opposite railing, and with a light leap, he entered into a room.

The room was familiar.

This was Norman's room.