When Fan Luowei's scandal was all over the place, Fu Mochuan, who was on the cusp, never appeared, not only him, An Qing also strangely disappeared from the public eye, her crew and company are operating normally, but no one has seen her for a long time, there are rumors that she was kidnapped, but it is just a rumor, no one came out to confirm it, and the media has not dug up any real hammer.

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Fu Mochuan stayed here for a few more days, and his investigation had some eyebrows, and he believed that in time, An Qing's whereabouts would definitely be found.

On this day, he returned to the hotel very late, and the beautiful front desk lady stopped him and told him that someone had left him a package.

Parcel?

He took the box, which was smaller than the palm of his hand, and it was fluttering, and he shook it, not hearing a single movement.

The box is not packaged, and there is not a single word on it.

"Who gave it to me?"

The front desk lady smiled politely: "He said you will know when you see it." ”

He raised his eyebrows, didn't ask anything more, the group walked into the elevator, Cheng Yuan frowned and looked at the box in his hand and said, "Mr. Fu, I'll open it, I feel strange." ”

"You thought it was going to be a bomb?" He casually flipped the box: "Don't worry, I won't die so easily." ”

The bullets didn't kill him, and maybe God thought he wasn't dead yet.

Cheng Yuan looked at his understatement, although he was very uneasy. It's hard to say anything more.

Back in the room, Fu Mochuan didn't open the box immediately, put it on the coffee table casually, and then entered the bathroom.

Hearing the mobile phone ringing, he walked out wiping his slightly wet hair, glanced at the number casually, his eyes shone slightly, and reached out to pick it up.

This is again a hidden number.

"I heard you're looking for me?" The first sentence on the other side of the radio wave made his big palm clench when he wiped his hair: "What about my wife?" ”

This voice also haunted him, although he had only heard it a few times, but it was deep to the bone marrow.

That's right, the owner of the voice was the kidnapper who rushed to the dense forest at the end, and it was this guy who pulled the trigger on An Qing in front of him.

He will never forget that moment until he dies.

"Your wife?" Jin Feng sneered: "Which one are you referring to?" The one who hugged you and cried with a big belly, or the one who was given up by you and died in front of you? ”

Given up by you and dying in front of you.

The emotionless words made his eyes cold.

"She's not dead, don't you know that when you call me?" Fu Mochuan asked coldly: "Where is she?" Let her go, and I'll give you whatever you want. ”

Jin Feng didn't answer, and asked rhetorically, "Did I show you something?" ”

Stuff?

His eyes fell on the coffee table, and he walked over to pick up the small box and tore it open with a few clicks.

Inside the box was a strand of hair, with a hint of brown, curled up softly.

His heart ached, remembering the last time he saw An Qing, she cut off her long hair, and I don't know if it had grown a few months later.

Is this hair clear?

She's alive!

"What would you like to see next time?" On the other side of the phone, Jin Feng looked at a broken bug on the desktop with an expressionless face: "Fingers? Ear? Or eyeballs? ”

The bloody words made his fingertips curl tightly, and his voice was like a taut bowstring, as if it was about to burst.

"I can give whatever you want, but if you dare to touch her, I swear I will make you regret this life."

Hehe.

Jin Feng tugged at the corners of his lips sneeringly.

"Mr. Chris, you should understand who has the right to speak now."

Chris, Fu Mochuan's knuckles clenching his phone have already appeared white.

It was already obvious that his intuition was right, An Qing was indeed here, and it was related to the company he investigated, but knowing this, he couldn't act rashly.

The other party is right, he has fallen into the same dead situation as last time in the dense forest, as long as An Qing is in their hands for a day, he will throw a mouse bogey.

Taking a deep breath, he asked coldly, "What do you have to do to let her go?" ”

"It's up to you." Jin Feng also replied coldly: "Go back, besides, she is dead, do you want to believe it when you see her corpse with your own eyes?" ”

"I'll go, don't hurt her!"

A few words Fu Mochuan almost shouted, his emotions were rarely out of control like this, and he was really afraid that he would hurt An Qing again because of himself.

Because he had already lost her once for his mistake, he couldn't let that happen again.

As long as she lives, she will slowly figure out how to find a way.

"As I said, it's all up to you." The voice on the other side of the phone was unflat: "My patience is limited, don't force me to do anything more." ”

Fu Mochuan took a deep breath and held back his emotions: "I'll go, but I have to make sure she's doing well." ”

"Mr. Chris, do you want me to remind you again," Jin Feng's tone was cold, as if he was from another world, "She died, it was your own choice." ”

- Remember, it's your choice.

Fu Mochuan was stunned for a moment, and the scene of him shooting An Qing appeared in front of him, and his breathing hurt again.

He clenched his fists: "Also, is my daughter also in your hands?" ”

His daughter?

On the other side of the phone, Jin Feng pulled his lips coldly, and then decisively cut off the phone.

On the other side, Fu Mochuan looked at the mobile phone without sound, his hand squeezed tighter and tighter, his eyes surged, and finally turned into a sense of relief.

Although he couldn't guess the other party's intention to kidnap An Qing's mother and daughter, the search for so long finally came to fruition.

An Qing is not dead, she is still alive, right here, breathing the same air as him.

This is already the best news.

The strand of hair was still lying quietly in the box, and he lowered his head and lifted it.

The hair hung softly on his fingertips, and he reached over with both hands, gently straightening it up, and a little softness appeared under his deep eyes.

Thank you.

An Qing, thank you for still being alive......

Ten days after disappearing, Fu Mochuan returned to Dragon City in a low-key manner, at this time the public was visually tired of the scandal of Fan Luowei and turned to other hot spots, but as the protagonist of the scandal, Fan Luowei seemed to never be able to get out of this disaster.

It was already the beginning of the lights when he stepped out of the airport, he went straight to a Chinese restaurant, pushed open the door of the private room, and the old man was already sitting inside, the yellow crystal lamp above his head reflected the wrinkles on his face, he had not seen him for more than half a month, and he seemed to be much older.

"Here we are." Fu Botao raised his eyebrows and looked at his grandson in front of him, and a little tiredness appeared between his eyebrows: "Just got off the plane?" Haven't eaten yet, have you? ”

"Not yet." He sat down across from the old man and looked straight at him, "What do you want to ask me?" ”

"Let's eat first."

"No, I want to go back to accompany Langcheng."

Hearing him say this, the old man didn't persuade again, sighed and asked, "Has An girl found it?" ”

Fu Mochuan pursed his lips and was silent, the old man didn't continue the topic when he knew it in his heart, and sighed again: "I'm a handful of years old, and it stands to reason that there is something I can't see, but what has happened in your family recently, every one and every one is like a knife cutting my heart, even if I kick my legs immediately, I won't be blind!" ”

His words seemed to be sad and accusatory, and Fu Mochuan admitted that a large part of what happened in the Fu family recently had something to do with him.

He didn't say a word, picked up the teapot on the table, took the teacup in front of the old man, and slowly poured water into it.

Fu Botao looked at his movements, and there was a little emotion in his eyes.

"Your uncle left early, and he went before he had time to leave offspring, the Fu family is just your two brothers, they should love each other, but the result is ......" He paused, and sighed again: "It's all your Laozi's sin, it's like this, I won't say who is who, Ah Chuan, give grandpa a face, can you come here?" ”

Fu Weinian has already made it like this, blindly blaming it is useless, Fan Luowei is also their own fault, but the old man didn't expect that Fu Mochuan could actually make Fu fall apart, recently there is a mysterious fund to frantically suppress Fu, Fu's market value has been greatly reduced, all the business is a mess, except for Fu Mochuan, he can't think of anyone else who does this kind of thing of killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred.

There was still a quarter of the way from the mouth of the cup, Fu Mochuan stopped his movements and put down the teapot lightly: "Grandpa, you once taught me that water is full and full, I understand this truth." ”

The implication was to agree to him, in other words, to acknowledge that these things were his handiwork.

"That's good," Fu Botao's old eyes flashed slightly, that's right, Fu Weinian was raised by him, and it was inevitable that he would be partial to dim sum, and Fu Mochuan had his parents' love, so it wasn't his turn to worry about it, but it was this grandson he didn't pay much attention to that turned the Fu family upside down, which impressed him.

He didn't expect it, and he also felt helpless.

"Since you still remember grandpa's words, can you listen to me again, I can't write two Fu characters in one stroke, if you have time, go home for a meal, and bring Langcheng with you, I miss him a lot."

Since the father and son turned against each other, Fu Mochuan has not returned to the Fu family for a long time, and even when he sees him, he has to come outside, the old man is very embarrassed, and thinking of Langcheng makes him even more inexplicably sad.

Back at Fu's house, the maid told him that Fu Zhensheng would not go home for dinner at night, and Fu Wei had just gone to the baby room.

He nodded, and walked towards the nursery, and after some distance he heard a burst of suppressed cries, which were miserable in his ears.

His white eyebrows tightened, and he walked over quickly, and saw Fu Weinian leaning over and standing on the side of the crib, his hands folded, as if he was pinching the child's neck.

"What are you doing? Stop him! ”

The latter sentence was said to the guards, Fu Weinian turned his head and saw them, the movements under his hands were loose, the guards rushed forward in a few steps, he saw that he couldn't succeed, and took half a step back.

Fu Botao also walked over, and saw that Xiao Man's face was bruised, his cry was weak, and his face sank.

"You're crazy, tiger poison doesn't eat children!"

Xiaoman is the nickname he gave to his great-grandson, this child was born unwell, and I hope his future will be fulfilled.

But unfortunately, the fate of this great-grandson seems to be particularly ill, and even his biological father wants to kill him.