Zhao Siqing stared at those two words, blushed a little, and said lightly in her heart: not serious.

She put her phone aside and ignored him.

After a busy morning, Zhao Siqing suddenly received a call from Yuan Yuan's kindergarten.

"Hello, is it the parent of Li Feiyuan's child? Yuan Yuan is fighting with other children again today, I hope you can come over as soon as possible. ”

Listening to the words of the kindergarten teacher opposite, Zhao Siqing hurriedly said, "Has he been hurt?" Does it matter if the other children want it? ”

"It's a little hurt, but don't worry, it's not serious." The teacher replied.

"I'm sorry for you, I'll go over now." Zhao Siqing breathed a sigh of relief.

After explaining her work, Zhao Siqing took a car and went straight to the kindergarten, and at the same time, she also called Li Feihuan and wanted to briefly talk to him about the situation.

But the phone rang for a long time, but Li Feihuan didn't answer.

Zhao Siqing frowned, didn't call again, edited Yuan Yuan's situation and sent him a text message.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the kindergarten.

Zhao Siqing hurriedly got out of the car after paying.

But she had only taken a few steps when a white van with dark windows suddenly sped over and braked sharply behind her.

The sound of tires cutting across the ground was a little harsh, and Zhao Siqing was keenly aware of a hint of danger.

But it all happened so fast that she turned her head and saw the door of the van being pulled open and two strong men jumping down.

Zhao Siqing wanted to run, but it was obviously too late.

A strong man strangled her neck from behind and covered her mouth with a handkerchief with numbing medicine.

Zhao Siqing subconsciously held her breath and wanted to call for help around.

But the distance between the car and the gate of the kindergarten is only more than two meters, completely blocking the passers-by.

Zhao Siqing's eyes became darker and darker, and soon, the whole person completely lost consciousness.

*

"Who is this girl? Why did Chen Lao tie up such a woman at such a juncture? ”\b

"You don't care about the things above, if you could guess Old Chen's thoughts, you wouldn't have soared a long time ago. But then again, that girl is real, just looking at Lao Tzu ......"

"\b I haven't seen such a fairy girl for so many years, in fact, it's not that I haven't seen her beautiful, I just think she has such a strength, and she is very recruiting."

Immediately after, the two of them didn't know what to say, and there was a burst of malicious laughter.

Zhao Siqing listened to the conversation between the two in a daze, and when he woke up, his consciousness was still a little dull.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

Only then did I find myself thrown in an abandoned factory.

The factory was dimly lit, and two small skylights cast a little light into it, and you could see the dust floating in the air.

Zhao Siqing's hands and feet were tied and he sat on a pillar that pulled out the cold.

Because the weather has entered winter, the factory is leaking everywhere.

Zhao Siqing, who was thrown on the ground, only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and after a while, his lips were a little white.

Zhao Siqing looked around, wanting to see if he could find any tools to open the rope first.

After looking around, Zhao Siqing's eyes fell on the shelves not far away, which had obviously been idle for a long time and were covered with thick dust.

There is an old mold on the second layer above the shelf, and the edge is not too sharp, but it is Zhao Siqing's only choice at the moment.

Zhao Siqing calmed down, leaned against the wall and got up a little bit, and then gently jumped and moved towards the shelf.