Lingxiong's eyes were cruel and cruel, and his words were cold-blooded and merciless.
Yes, yes, he can't have killed his son.
To kill her.
From the moment Ji Qianchen saw something like a gun in her eyes, she knew that her future life was destined to set off waves.
Ji Qianchen laughed and said, "if you want to kill me, you will kill me long ago. Why don't you stop talking to me here? In fact, you are afraid and kill me. Maybe Ling Xiaohan will never forgive you again in his life? But I have to be uprooted. After all, I'm not your ideal daughter-in-law. ISA is the one. "
Her words hit the nail on the head and accurately analyzed all of Lingxiong's psychology.
"Little girl is not stupid, but if you have our Lingjia seed in your stomach, I will consider whether to keep you, but you don't, so you don't have the qualification and confidence to think I won't get rid of you. Come with me. I'd like to see how much my son cares about you. "
Lingxiong drinks the last cup of tea and gets up.
Two bodyguards came up to her to pull her off the sofa.
"Don't touch me, I'll go myself."
Ji Qianchen is afraid of being hurt by these rude bodyguards. He stands up obediently.
Even if the old man doesn't plan to do anything to her now, she should be honest so as not to suffer.
Walk out of the door of the ward.
Ji Qianchen's eyes are turning rapidly, looking for the chance to escape.
Doctors and nurses come and go all the way.
What if she catches one and asks for help?
But they have guns in their hands, and she can't turn these innocent people into ghosts.
Down the first floor, to the hospital hall.
Ji Qianchen stroked his stomach. "Ouch, I have a stomachache. Can I go to the toilet?"
Lingxiong turns his head and takes Ji Qianchen's childish tricks to the bottom of his eyes.
"I'm really in a hurry. Are you going to let me pull it in my pants?"
Ji Qianchen blinks a pair of big eyes.
Even though it's bad enough, it's not too late to find a way to use it.
Especially hospitals are public toilets. She can always find people who can help her out.
"Go ahead, little girl. I have to keep a little image for our Ling family. It's not good to solve it on the spot."
Lingxiong readily agreed.
Give the bodyguard a look.
A bodyguard came over and reached out and pulled at the strap of her bag. "Please give me the bag."
It's really treacherous.
When the bag is taken away, she has no cell phone.
Just go to the toilet and ask someone to borrow a cell phone.
"Please follow us to the VIP ward on the second floor." Another bodyguard volunteered to show her the way.
Shit!
VIP ward. She's alone in it.
Then she farted.
Ji Qianchen stretched out his hand and pulled the bag over. "Can't I do it?"
The bodyguard raised his hand, opened her bag and took away her mobile phone. "Little madam, I can give you the bag, but the mobile phone in it can't."
Have you ever experienced despair?
What she is going through now is called despair.
Finally, Ji Qianchen did not struggle or make noise, and followed Ling Xiong to a black Lincoln car.
The car took her in an unknown direction.
The housekeeper was tied up in the hospital morgue.
When a doctor found him, he was purple with cold.
The doctor untied him, and the housekeeper rushed out of the morgue almost for the first time, dragging his weak body.
It's over. It's over. The young lady must have been tied up.
Wait for him to rush to ward 203.
There was no one in it.
There is a piece of paper on the bed, on which is written a string of words: "people, I took - Ling Xiong."
The housekeeper grabbed the paper and stamped his feet in panic.
Sure enough, the hospital shouldn't have come.
Take out your cell phone and call Ling Xiaohan.
At that time.
Ling Xiaohan has fought a beautiful turnaround battle, successfully shaking off those bodyguards who dragged him, and rushed back to Ling's villa as soon as possible.
The phone rings.
Ling Xiaohan has a look. It belongs to the housekeeper, and he has received several calls before.
Is it something wrong?
Frown, put the phone through: "say."
"Young master, it's not good. The young lady was taken away by the master."
"Damn it." Ling Xiaohan kicks the front seat hard. The gauze in the palm of his hand cracks the wound because he holds the gun for a long time.
Oozing red blood.
"Young master, it's all my fault, because the young lady received a phone call saying that her best friend orange had a car accident, so I took her to the hospital. I didn't expect that...""That's enough. Where did he take people?"
Lingxiao asked in a serious and deep way.
"At present, I don't know. Intentionally, the master wants you to contact him personally."
"Pa --"
the phone was severely hung up, and Ling Xiaohan never gave the housekeeper any chance to talk.
Towards evening, the sky is full of clouds.
Ling Xiaohan's mood became more and more upset.
Rob, who was driving, was already aware of the situation.
"Young master, since the master has taken people away, he will definitely come to inform you to pick them up. Don't worry
"Not your wife, of course you are not in a hurry?" Ling Xiao stared at him angrily.
Rob was wronged.
Why does young master always use this sentence to kill him.
"Send out all the people and block the Cloud City. Don't let the old man take people out of the city. In addition, carry out a carpet search."
"Yes, young master."
After Ji Qianchen got off the bus, she saw that night when isa caught her, the gloomy and horrible castle.
She was full of shadow over the old castle. It was ridiculous that she came back here a week later.
When Lingxiong entered the living room, ISAR in the wheelchair smiled and asked Lingxiong, "Uncle Ling."
Isha -
Ji Qianchen's eyes are wide open. She is still here.
At the same time, ISA also noticed Ji Qianchen, who was following her.
The two eyes met for a second.
"Well, are you better?" Ling Xiong is leaning on crutches and stops beside Isa.
"Much better, uncle, I will be better soon. After all, I have to finish the wedding with Han." ISAR pulls her eyes back to Lingxiong and laughs.
"Well, take good care of yourself. I'll go upstairs first. " Lingxiong takes several bodyguards straight up the stairs.
Left the space for the two women in the living room.
When I saw Ji Qianchen again, there was a little bit of fun in ISA's eyes.
"Nice to see you again, Ji Qianchen. Your arm is still there?" ISAR reached her with one hand in her wheelchair. He defied her in a strange way.
Ji Qichen sneers and stares at her hand and feet wrapped in gauze. "Your hands and feet are there, too. Happy and happy."
ISAR's smile suddenly froze, and Ji Qianchen's words stimulated her.
It turned out that her Han had a fancy for a smart woman.
"Don't stir me up, don't forget you're in my place now."