The clock on the wall is moving "tick-tick".

The little boy sitting on the bench in the corridor was indeed very quiet.

He looked up at the middle-aged woman sitting behind the reception desk and lowered her head to handle work. He pursed his lips and turned his head to look in the direction of the conference room.

A pair of bright black eyes blinked.

After a while, the little boy's calves, which were silently shaking under the bench, were inexplicably clamped.

His face also looked a little strange.

The middle-aged woman sitting behind the reception desk looked at him, thinking that the child's patience had been wiped out, and she was not surprised. She continued to sit in her seat and work without seeing anything.

She helped Han Yishi take care of the child only for her obligations, and she would not waste her personal time because of things that had nothing to do with her.

The little boy sitting on the bench looked at her in embarrassment. Seeing that the middle-aged woman deliberately did not look at her, she had to pursed her lips again and remained obediently silent.

But as time goes by, the little boy's "small moves" have become more and more.

From time to time, I moved my butt and turned around on the bench. The expression on my little face became even more and more weird, as if I was trying to endure something.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of the conference room again.

Unfortunately, the expected familiar figure still did not appear at the end of the corridor.

There was no way, and after holding it in for a long time, he had to hesitate and say, "That, aunt..."

His voice was very low, and the middle-aged woman sitting behind the reception desk at the beginning had not heard it yet.

It was not until the tender and crisp sound that the middle-aged woman who was working was raising her voice twice, and she looked up strangely.

"That, I..."

The little boy was about to talk, but unexpectedly, there were few middle-aged men in suits and ties coming over the front desk where no one had come.

"Hello, you guys."

As soon as he saw the person coming, the middle-aged woman immediately stood up to greet him. Her expressionless face was now full of respect and smiles.

"Well, I called yesterday to make an appointment."

"Please wait, I'll check it out for you."

The little boy stood timidly behind and watched the group talk to the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman turned around and found the record book and searched it, while also looking at the short figure on the other side of the bench.

She saw the little boy's indescribable hiddenness, and thought about it, she raised her hand and pointed to him in a direction, saying, "The toilet is there, it's quite remote. There are no people anyway, you can find it by looking everywhere."

Hearing the middle-aged woman's words, the group of middle-aged people in suits and ties also noticed that there was such a cute child behind them, and they couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

Faced with so many people's gaze, the little boy seemed a little shy.

He quickly jumped off the bench and ran in the direction the middle-aged woman pointed.

He wasn't worried that he would get lost. His memory has always been good. In short, the problem should be solved as soon as possible. It should be fine if I ran back before my mother came out.

Thinking of this, looking at the quiet corridor that was deserted, the little boy still plucked up his courage to start looking for a location for the toilet.

Unfortunately, he turned two or three bends and still found no place suspected to be a toilet.

Why is this place so difficult to find toilets?

A sincere question emerged in his little head, with a hint of resentment.

He stopped and couldn't help but clamp his legs again. The little boy looked around, and a hint of anxious irritability appeared on his little face.

He thought about it, but simply turned around and returned to the corner just now, intending to continue walking down the corridor.

The end of the corridor has arrived.

Except for one window, there is only a sign hanging on the side wall.

The brand is very fashionable and marked with a line of "Richard" in English. The little boy didn't recognize it, but he thought it should be a person's name.

This place doesn't look like a toilet no matter how you look.

He stood in front of the door and hesitated for a moment, but he raised his hand and carefully grabbed the door handle.

He wanted to go in and see if anyone was there and ask for directions.

Following my mother's usual teachings, the little boy first raised his little finger and knocked on the door. Seeing that no one responded inside, he took off the door handle, looked inside carefully through a crack in the door.

The room has a lot of light. Judging from the various decorations, it should be a personal office.

The little boy has seen such a separate office on the TV station where Han Yishi worked. He remembers that such offices usually have a toilet.

He blinked, quietly pushed open the door, and walked in with slight hands.

It was not until he walked into this office and looked around that he was sure that there was really no one here now.

He turned around and his eyes soon noticed a side door beside the wall in the office.

While there was no one, he ran over and opened the door and looked at it, and he immediately showed joy.

It was indeed a narrow toilet inside.

He hurriedly walked in, intending to use up the other person's toilet as soon as possible and leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he was about to close the toilet door, a faint voice came from outside the office door.

He was so scared that he closed the door directly, then pressed his ear to the door, and heard the movement outside the door.

"Du, duh..."

"Secretary Li...you..."

"Haha, it depends on your performance..."

It was strange that in addition to the speech of a man and a woman, the little boy also heard a strange sound.

It's rather dull, like the sound of something knocking on the floor.

He lay on the door and thought for a while, but still smacked his lips and turned to go to the bathroom.

Anyway, I have already come in, so I have to solve the problem before leaving, and then apologize to others.

In this way, after about ten seconds, the little boy pulled the zipper himself and listened to the movement outside the door.

There was no sound outside the door.

Is it because the person has left? It’s better to avoid being too embarrassed.

The little boy thought so, so he carefully pulled off the door handle of the toilet and planned to poke his little head out to see what was happening outside.

After pushing open a crack in the door, his eyes first noticed a "crawler" on the side of the sofa not far away. No, it was said that the "crawler" was too short, but it should be said that it was a "stalk".

Immediately afterwards, he shifted his gaze up thoughtfully.

In an instant, a small face was stunned.

He saw two adults lying on the sofa and kissing. While the middle-aged man pressing on his head kissed the beautiful woman who was obviously much younger than him, his palm began to float downwards...

After more than ten seconds, the middle-aged man sat up from the sofa with excitement on his face. The beautiful woman also pulled her messy hair backwards, and a flattering smile appeared on her slightly flushed face.

As a result, she stood up and hugged the middle-aged man's head in an ambiguous position. Her eyes suddenly noticed the wide open eyes in the crack in the door in the corner, and she immediately screamed.
Chapter completed!