"If anything happens, report to me as soon as possible." Wen Fei took a sip of tea, put down the water glass and stood up.
Fang Kexin lowered her head and didn't lift her feet until Wen Fei walked in front of her.
On the moonlit underground floor, there is a large warehouse and garage. When the elevator door opens, you will see a row of world-famous motorcycles.
Wen Fei pushed open the door of a warehouse where sundries were kept. It was dark and damp inside. Several men were tied to chairs, soaked from head to toe, and looked like they were dying.
The guard saw Wen Fei and greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Wen."
Wen Fei looked at those people and snorted coldly, "Are you still unwilling to say anything?"
The guard shook his head.
"It seems that I have to do it myself."
Wen Fei also twitched his lips and walked to one of the tied people. The man begged for mercy in a weak voice, "No one really asked us to follow. We were just out of Du Xiaoqin's curiosity. Mr. Wen begged for mercy."
You let me go."
Wen Fei's mouth was still twitching, so he calmly took out his mobile phone, clicked on a photo and showed it to the man, "Look what this is?"
The voice was eerie, like the dubbing in a horror movie.
When the man saw the photos on Wen Fei's phone, he stared in horror, "Xiaoyuan."
He shook his head hurriedly, "Mr. Wen, please don't hurt my daughter."
He was originally going to kneel down, but he was tied up and fell to the ground.
Wen Fei's tall body stood motionless, only looking down at the man begging for mercy, "So you don't choose to tell who asked you to follow?"
The man shook his head: "We really don't know. Someone paid us to keep an eye on Xiao Qin. The name of the account that transferred money to me is Wang Bin."
His voice trembled, "His accent sounds like Fei'an."
Wen Fei stared at the man's face, squinted his eyes, made a quick judgment, and then ordered: "Have someone check it out."
The subordinate immediately went to do it.
The man lying on the ground reached out and grabbed Wen Fei's trousers, "Mr. Wen, can you let my daughter go? I don't dare to do it anymore. I don't dare to do it anymore."
Wen Fei kicked it away in disgust, and the person behind him immediately handed him a tissue. He bent down and wiped his trousers, and looked at the man begging for mercy, "Do I look like the kind of person who would abuse children without love?"
Curved lips, raised eyebrows, dim light, and those sinister black eyes are cold and cautious.
other side:"……"
Like, so similar.
But he didn't dare to say it.
…
"I don't mind traveling to transfer hospitals for the time being."
"When this course of treatment is over, it will only take more than ten days to recover."
It was already late at night, and Yu Wanwan was sitting by the hospital bed, looking at the sleeping little guy. She wanted to take him away immediately, leave City A, and never come back.
Obviously she had only the worst plan, but she still listened to the doctor's words, "Xiaoman, wait a little longer, my aunt will take you away in a few days."
The tears have never dried.
One of her hands grabbed Xiaoman's little hand and put it to her mouth.
Through the mask, feel the softness and warmth of his little hands.
Yu Ziqing came in wearing sterile clothes, "Sister, I saw Su Yanshen's car downstairs."
He came to replace Yu Wanwan's return to rest.
Hearing Su Yanshen's name, Yu Wanwan's face turned cold again. She stood up and walked to Yu Ziqing, telling him like an oath: "Yu Ziqing, remember, no matter what happens, don't let Su Yanshen know."
