"She went out with her sister." When Wu Yifan saw Pei Mochen, he quickly told him the news he got from Wu Yuhui.
"I know." Pei Moden sat in the passenger seat, his eyes dark and scary.
"They went to the cake shop and bought a birthday cake. It's the one across the street. We went there."
Wu Yifan drove the car to the traffic light and prepared to turn around and go to the cake shop.
Pei Mochen stopped, "No, I understand."
Cake, today is Uncle Zhang Yang’s birthday, she must have taken her to the cemetery.
"Drive to xx Cemetery."
"good."
Wu Yifan speeded up the car and walked towards the xx cemetery.
Pei Mochen's phone rang, it was Lu Anyi calling.
"Have you found Feifei? I asked Jingyou but I couldn't get anything out. The doctor just gave her a sedative. When he asked her where she was, she kept shaking her head."
"Mo Shen, we must find Feifei. Feifei will be fine, she will be fine."
Pei Mochen replied coldly, "Tie her up and send her to a lunatic asylum without telling you."
"Silent, I will keep a good eye on her in the future." Lu Anyi was naturally reluctant to send Zhang Jingyou to that place to be with a group of mentally disturbed people.
She couldn't do that. She believed that even if Zhang Mofei knew about it, she wouldn't agree.
"If you don't do it, I'll let someone else do it." Pei Moden's tone left no room for doubt.
Lu Anyi asked, "Where are you now?"
"She should take her to the cemetery today. Today is Uncle Zhang Yang's birthday."
When Lu Anyi heard this, her tone sounded even more anxious, "That Feifei..."
"Force her to say that I am dead."
"Pei Mochen!" Lu Anyi on the phone heard that Pei Mochen asked her to threaten Zhang Jingyou with the words that he was dead. She was so angry that her voice trembled and changed its quality.
"If she can't be found, I'll be dead."
After Pei Mochen finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He looked out the window, his hands clenched into fists, and all the veins in his hands bulged.
Lu Anyi's words kept echoing in her ears, 'She is covered in blood.'
Wu Yifan glanced at Pei Mochen, picked up his cell phone, and dialed Cheng Ningyou's number.
After two rings, someone answered the phone.
"Hey, Cheng Ningyou."
When Pei Mochen heard this, he immediately grabbed Wu Yifan's phone and asked, "Zhang Mofei, where are you?"
When he heard Wu Yifan shouting "Cheng Ningyou" into the phone, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
An old man's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Are you the owner of this mobile phone? Our management staff just found this bag in front of the 309 tombstone, and the bag is now in our guard room."
"knew."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Mochen held the phone tightly in her hands and urged Wu Yifan, "Hurry up."
"This is already the fastest."
Ignore all red lights along the way.
Pei Mochen held his forehead with one hand, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, and there was a strong cold air emanating from his body.
Zhang Mofei, you'd better make yourself okay, otherwise your sister will end up miserable.
Wu Yifan had never seen Pei Mochen in such an emotion. All along, what he saw most in his eyes was melancholy.
Although he was cold, he always spoke in the same tone, never in a fierce or angry tone like just now.
What is missing now is the person he has been waiting for for five years. Although he has never experienced what it feels like to wait for someone for five years, he can understand the fear of losing him.
