An Junxi took the VIP elevator down from the Emperor Hotel. It was already twelve o'clock in the night.
The rain outside has almost stopped, but the city streets are wet, with a sense of humidity and freshness.
"Mr. An." An Junxi's car had been driven to the door by the hotel staff in advance, and An Junxi got in directly.
Huchi...
His expensive sports car sped off, carrying the restlessness of its owner.
Who is that young man? How could she lose her? Where will he take her?
"Mr. An, we have quickly searched for a mile around, but there is no sign of that man. It is as strange as if he disappeared out of thin air."
Thinking of the phone call, An Junxi frowned a little more.
Damn it!
If he had known that she would be kidnapped by some man, he would not have let her walk on her own.
Driving with one hand, An Junxi found the phone while driving quickly on the quiet street, and pressed a few buttons. It rang twice, and someone immediately answered the phone respectfully, although there was still a hazy feeling.
of sleepiness.
"Ah, hello, Mr. An!" Di Zai jumped up in the hospital corridor and answered Mr. An's phone. Thanks to the phone vibrating in his hand, he could immediately call him if there was any movement.
Connected.
"Dizai, where is Jiang Xiaoqu's address that you investigated?"
Di Zai rubbed his sleepy eyes, frowned and thought, then he hurriedly took out a note from his trouser pocket, and with the dim light of the hospital corridor, he read, "No. ** Jichang Lane, second floor attic..."
Di Zai read, feeling surprised in his heart. Huh? Chicken Chang Lane? Isn't that the poorest slum in the city?
"Ji Chang Alley?" An Junxi repeated, cursing secretly, "Where is Ji Chang Alley?"
He didn't even know that there was another street in this city called Jichang Lane.
Di Zai also opened his mouth for a long time and was speechless, "Um... Mr. An, I don't know where it is. I just heard that it is the poorest slum in the city... I have never been there..."
Then he hurriedly covered the call hole with one hand, nudged the sleeping brothers next to him with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Ji Chang Alley, do you know which direction Ji Chang Alley is?"
Everyone shook their heads, looking so stupid.
"Mr. An, I'm sorry, no one knows where Jichang Lane is."
As Di Zai spoke, he broke into a cold sweat. An Junxi on the other end of the phone cursed something and hung up the phone.
Di Zai blinked his eyes and looked at the woman who was receiving oxygen in the intensive care unit, and then looked at the phone blankly. After a long time, he exclaimed, "Oh my god, Mr. An actually wants to go to the slums to fall in love? He's not crazy.
Bar?"
An Junxi turned on the car navigation and didn't care about the car swerving left and right, running rampant on the street. If a pedestrian came inexplicably at this moment, he would definitely become his victim under the car.
After entering Jichang Alley on the car navigation system, the navigation system started to direct An Junxi to move forward, turn left, and turn right.
my God!
When An Junxi's car stopped at the end of Jichang Lane, he looked at the winding, raviney, dirty, narrow and broken streets ahead. He was stunned and did not react for a long time.
How could there be such a poor and dirty place in this city?
Look at the sewers with sewage flowing across them, look at the corners of the walls filled with garbage and dirt, look at the crumbling old houses that have been in disrepair for many years...
It’s hard to imagine that Jiang Xiaoqu lives in a place like this?
The attic on the second floor of No. ** Jichang Lane...
An Junxi frowned and drove slowly, carefully advancing through the bumpy Jichang Alley, while squinting his eyes and trying to identify the unclear house number.
There are a lot of smelly cement spots splattered on the expensive sports car.
Ah, this is it! That’s right!
Jiang Xiaoqu's home is the second-floor attic of this small dilapidated building.
After turning off the car, An Junxi sighed.
Such a crude and unsafe attic will steam to death if it is not insulated in the summer, and freeze to death if it is not kept warm in the winter. I really don’t know how Jiang Xiaoqu can live here. This place is no better than a mouse’s nest.
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Sighing and sighing, he was about to get out of the car and go upstairs to see if Jiang Xiaoqu was back. Suddenly, a man rushed out from the attic on the second floor.
An Junxi looked intently in the car.
A young and handsome man!
Oh shit!
I couldn't help but clenched my fist like that.
Not only is he handsome, but he also has a slender figure and a sense of aloofness and nobility between his brows. The clothes he is wearing, you can tell at a glance that they are world-famous brands.
Depend on!
Jiang Xiaoqu, a woman, actually hooked up with a rich man who could compete with her own!
What made An Junxi crazy was that at one o'clock in the morning, he actually walked out of her room in a grand manner. Could it be that their... relationship was ambiguous?
Because of his anger, An Junxi didn't even see clearly how Qianye Shihan left. He just stared at the still-lit lights upstairs with a fierce expression.
She was at home, but she didn't come to see him off, and she didn't even poke her head out to say goodbye. This only shows that the relationship between him and her has become very close, to the point where there is no need to be polite.
Thinking of this, there was an inexplicable anger burning in An Junxi's chest. He felt like killing people, roaring, causing a magnitude 10 earthquake, and subverting everything in the world.
The hands are shaking slightly.
Jiang Xiaoqu, Jiang Xiaoqu, I actually thought you were a simple girl. I didn’t expect you to be such a woman who is so good at pretending. I was wrong about you!
Thinking of this, my heart felt like it was being stabbed, it hurt a lot.
Never before had such an emotion made An Junxi open his mouth wide and unable to breathe for a while.
He found the metal cigarette case, opened it with a click, shook his hands, and took out a high-end lighter that he rarely used. Because he was so angry, he actually hit it several times before it started to light up. The smoke was shaking and lit, and he took a big puff.
He leaned his head on the back of the chair in annoyance and closed his eyes slightly. In the clouds of smoke, his beautiful brows gradually furrowed with his usual pride and coldness.