Dear Mr. Shi

But Han Qianqian, who was curled up on the floor, didn't say a word. It seemed that she was beaten to death and didn't say a word.

The man was so angry that he yelled directly to Shi Annuo on the other end of the phone: "Han Qianqian is in our hands. If we want her life, she will come to the subway entrance of Haicheng District alone. There will be someone to pick you up. Remember, Tell anyone, otherwise you just wait to collect Han Qianqian's body."

Shi Annuo was shocked, her eyes were already scarred as blood: "Who are you, don't hurt her, if you dare..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party had already hung up the phone severely.

Squeezing his heart full of fear, Shi Annuo ran out hurriedly while holding his jacket.

The car moved forward as fast as an off-string arrow. Shi Annuo held the steering wheel with his right hand, while his left hand was calling Song Qinghuan.

When the phone was connected, he immediately asked: "Sister-in-law, where is Cici?"

Song Qinghuan just finished breastfeeding the baby, coaxing the baby and replied: "She left after you left yesterday. She was very sad when she left, but she figured out a lot, what's wrong? Are you... "

Shi Annuo, with his face tight and iron blue, did not tell Song Qinghuan what had happened, but just replied softly: "It's okay!"

He hung up the phone and went straight to where the man said.

After Song Qinghuan answered his words, he received another call.

The call was from Si Jianan, his voice seemed very anxious, and he seemed to be anxious to verify something: "Qinghuan, is that you? Qinghuan?"

"It's me, my phone, of course it's me!" Song Qinghuan felt he was a little weird, just like Shi Annuo just now.

What's going on today? Song Qinghuan asked herself suspiciously in her heart.

Hearing her voice, Si Jianan seemed to be sure of what was the same, then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "Is it you?"

Song Qinghuan frowned and asked, "Si Xiangbei, what's wrong with you?"

The sun shines through the curtains like a mist on Si Canaan, making his smile look particularly charming and warm.

He gently curled his lips: "I'm fine. I just had a nightmare. I dreamed that you were taken away by the bad guy, so I asked you to verify."

Of course this is a lie, and he wouldn't tell Song Qinghuan the truth.

And he also believed that the man named Shi Yuhan could protect Song Qinghuan.

After chatting with Song Qinghuan for a few more words, Si Jianan hung up the phone and lay down on the bed in a relaxed manner.

The room he is now in is very small. There is only a wardrobe and a bed in it. There are some brown spots on the bedspread. The whole room is still full of an unpleasant smell. There is a bathroom behind the door and no kitchen. It is estimated that the whole place will be less than 20 square meters.

After lying down for a while, he stood up and planned to take a bath, but just after taking off his coat, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Si Jianan narrowed his eyes, and at the same time, a sharp double-edged dagger had been placed on the comer's neck, clinging to the beating blood vessel.

When he saw the cool, short hair and handsome face, he put away his dagger and asked with cold eyes: "Linghuli, how did you know that I am here?"

Ling Huli smiled faintly, "As long as I want to know, I will definitely know!"

Si Jianan curled his lips indifferently, with an ironic taste: "Yes, I forgot, you are the young lady of Linghu's family."