June heat, airport. Half past two in the afternoon.

An agile figure quickly flashed past several sturdy security guards, slammed open the door of the monitoring room, and shouted emotionally: "My son has been abducted!

The staff was a little surprised.

This woman is obviously a three-dimensional face of Western European, but she speaks the native dialect with correct words.

A door in the inner room was suddenly opened, and the laughter of a staff member came: "Mr. Gu, don't worry, I will definitely pay attention to this matter." ”

On the sofa seat, the man stood up neatly, gestured elegantly while buttoning the placket of the suit, and walked out with his head raised.

The cold and deep black eyes suddenly crashed into the woman's shocked pupils, sharp with indifference.

Song Qinghuan's chaotic breathing suddenly stopped, her whole body stiffened, and the three words "Gu Jinyan" almost jumped out of her throat, but she held back again.

Gu Jinyan, the patriarch of the Gu family, is also the head of the Xingchen Group, and the proud son of the sky. Song Qinghuan's girlhood was a white moonlight male god.

If it weren't for the fact that she was ruined after being calculated four years ago, and he added fuel to the fire and hid her in the snow, I am afraid she would not have fled abroad, and she is still obsessed with this man.

Gu Jinyan's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze paused on her face.

The atmosphere stood still for a moment.

Song Qinghuan was 100,000 confident in her disguise skills, but the burning and cold gaze still made her heart skip a beat.

She turned her gaze unchanged.

Three seconds later.

The man passed by, and his voice was even more sarcastic: "Unrelated personnel can easily enter, Director Zheng, we have to strengthen the management of the airport in the future." ”

Director Zheng sneered, and then shouted at Song Qinghuan: "The airport is a major monitoring place, who let you in?"

Song Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a contemptuous smile: "How can he enter, but I can't? Now the airport doesn't even care about human life?"

Director Zheng was suffocated, so angry that he wanted to drive people away.

"There's a situation in D12!" a staff member exclaimed, and everyone became alert.

The big screen kept scrolling small screens, and finally locked into a small screen in the far corner.

The picture is enlarged instantly.

A middle-aged man was dragging a little boy around his neck and walking towards a side gate of the airport.

Song Qinghuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he made an arc that jumped into the air, flashed past the security guard, and ran straight out of the door.

Behind him, Gu Jinyan's eyes narrowed deeply.

The assistant noticed his strangeness and asked tentatively, "Boss, why don't I go over and have a look?"

Next to a side gate of the airport.

Song Chenyi was holding his little mouth, pulling the little hand of the middle-aged man who had imprisoned him, and shouted for help to the pedestrians with a grieved milk voice: "Help me!

Looking closely, there was not a single teardrop in the little boy's eyes. The big black eyes turned towards the crowd very definitely, as if he was waiting for someone.

His beautiful and delicate face instantly attracted the pedestrians and passengers around him, many of whom stopped, but no one dared to step forward to save the child. It's just that the middle-aged man has a fierce and vicious face, and he doesn't know when he has a short blade in his hand.

A group of security guards behind him quickly entered through the side door and blocked the exit.

The man swung the knife in his hand at the crowd, resting it back and forth on the little boy's neck, staring at the crowd tremblingly, shouting like a mad baboon.

Passengers and pedestrians were terrified and scattered in an instant.

Walking not far from the corner of the side door, Song Chenyi's small hand suddenly grabbed the knife lightly, and looked up at the man with concern: "Uncle, doesn't your throat hurt when you scream so loudly? Rest for a while and shout again." ”

The man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes went straight into the little boy's beautiful and innocent pupils, as if he was stunned by his words.

The surrounding passengers were also confused, and they couldn't help but worry about the little boy.

"It's so hot, uncle, are you thirsty?" The little guy didn't move, only squinted at the little crescent eyes and smiled at the little silver tooth, "Let's go to the machine over there and get some water to drink, there happens to be no one around." ”

When the man heard this, he felt that it made sense. The knife does not move, but the man holds it and moves.

The security guards at the airport constantly circled the "crime scene" and watched vigilantly.

When Song Qinghuan arrived, she could see that the thin and sharp blade was only less than a centimeter away from the white and clear skin of her son's neck, and it could cut the baby's artery at any time.

Anger and panic instantly annihilated his reason, Song Qinghuan gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward, but was tightly stopped by a security guard.

"Ma'am, be calm, SWAT is on their way. ”

SWAT?

Song Qinghuan's heart tightened, and he stared at a pair of gray-blue eyes.

She came back quietly and couldn't alarm anyone.

"What is the suspect doing, buying water?" This behavior made the security guards incomprehensible, and the hostage boy next to him seemed to have no trace of fear, and very obediently pointed to one of the bottles in the drink machine and said something.

The entire airport seemed to be so shocked by the crime scene that it stopped moving, and onlookers were crowded. Everyone looked at the murderer and the little boy under his arm in horror and curiosity, and their hearts were also hung in their throats.

The murderer was cunning, and even though the atmosphere was "harmonious", the blade was still placed on the little boy's neck, constantly switching positions, and almost every second it was close to the transparent and tender skin texture.

The security guards didn't dare to act rashly, but they found that the woman next to them disappeared at some point.

The crowd surged at the fence, taking photos and videos with their mobile phones.

Suddenly, a swift figure leaping into the air appeared on a corner wall in the video, and a beautiful and powerful roundabout kick hit the back of the murderer's head.

The murderer didn't have time to fight back, and fell to the ground.

The passengers at the scene were suddenly shocked and in an uproar, the flashing lights continued, and the mobile phones kept filming this shocking scene.

When the SWAT arrived, the killer had already been restrained on the spot.

Assistant Li Yan returned to the lounge from the scene and saw Gu Jinyan examining the surveillance footage with great concentration.

He knew that his boss had always been keen, and he must have discovered something.

In the picture, the woman is wearing a black and white balloon sleeve shirt half-tucked into the waist of her trousers, black high heels are stepping out of style and neat gait, and her honey-colored curls are covered by a wave cap, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

The little boy next to him followed cutely and playfully in suspender harem pants, squinting and turning his head to look at her, and suddenly made a cheerful high-five gesture with her, as if the thrilling scene just now was just a game.

The two walked out of the hall with swift steps.

After a long time, Li Yan heard the boss say coldly and with a little suspicion: "Check the specific information, and then find her." ”

"You're going to ......"

Gu Jinyan retracted his contemplation and said coldly: "The new movie is lacking a martial arts instructor. ”