Chapter 702

The screeching sound of the brake shows the owner's anxiety. Feng Anyan gets out of the car and suddenly feels strange. Why does the intelligence provider choose to meet him here?

As soon as he was ready to wait in the car, he heard someone calling to stop him.

"Feng San Shao, where are you going in such a hurry?" The distorted voice on the phone is suddenly heard in real life, which is still a little scary.

Feng Anyan stops and turns around to see Duan Shengping, a worker, standing at the door of the warehouse. There are two cars on both sides of the door, and the shed is full of stones.

Naturally, he couldn't recognize Duan Shengping in disguise at this time. He just asked suspiciously, "did you call me?"

"Of course." Duan Shengping stood in the same place and waved to Feng Anyan, "Feng sanshao, you don't know me, but I know you. You are too famous. Don't mention it. Come to the room and have a seat."

Feng Anyan's eyebrows slightly wrinkled, but still went forward, Duan Shengping staring at him, calculating his position.

"You say you know where Mulan is, where is she now?" Feng Anyan asked as she walked, "I want to know the answer, not what you're trying to make sense of."

"Of course, I do know miss he's whereabouts, but Feng San Shao is too anxious to eat hot tofu." Duan Shengping deliberately delays time.

Feng Anyan is already impatient. He looks at the warehouse door behind Duan Shengping and asks, "is Mulan in it? You said you need money. I brought it to you. What else do you want? "

With that, Feng Anyan took out a card and stared at Duan Sheng's comment: "the password is written on this card, which is 500000 yuan. As long as you put Mulan, the money here is yours."

"San Shao, you flatter me too much." Duan Shengping saw Feng Anyan go to his chosen position, ecstatic, "I didn't kidnap miss he."

Feng Anyan was stunned for a moment, but he saw that although the person on the opposite side was masked, the whole person revealed a very uncomfortable feeling. He immediately understood that this was a trap, and that person would not know the news of he Mulan.

At this time, Feng Anyan only heard a crunching sound on his head. He didn't even have time to look up. He immediately turned back and ran back. The stone heaps on both sides of the warehouse seemed to collapse, and Duan Shengping quickly hid in the warehouse.

When the noise outside disappeared, Duan Shengping carefully climbed out and climbed to the gravel pile, with an exclamation.

The scattered range is much more than I imagined. Feng Anyan's beautiful sports car has been buried alive. Even if he has four legs, he can't run out of this range.

"Well done." Duan Shengping praises with satisfaction, then turns around and leaves here. There is too much noise here. The workers will wake up later, and the police will come soon to collect Feng Anyan's body.

"This pot of flowers is beautiful." He Mulan looked at the lily on the windowsill, murmured, she covered her chest, always feel very flustered, like what happened.

"Mulan, what's the matter with you?" Pei Yan noticed something wrong with he Mulan and asked in a hurry.

He Mulan shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm ok. You can continue to read."

Pei Yan holding a story book, Wen Yan nodded and turned to the next page: "the special prosperity of butterfly flowers..."

In Pei Yan's voice, he Mulan lay down, but still didn't feel at ease. Her body was sweating, I don't know why.

"Stop, stop, I want to get some sleep." Pei Yan didn't finish reading a prose. He Mulan waved her hand and said that she gasped and shrunk. She wrapped herself in the quilt and bit her silver teeth. She looked very uncomfortable.

"Mulan, are you ok?" Pei Yan quickly put down the story book in his hand and asked with concern.

He Mulan gently shook his head, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

In her dream, she dreamt that Feng Anyan was hanging on the cliff, like a rag. She wanted to shout, but she couldn't make a sound. She wanted to run to save him, but she couldn't move. She could only watch Feng Anyan fall in despair.

It was as if she also jumped down. He Mulan woke up from the nightmare and burst into tears.

"The phone you dialed is not in the service area, please dial later..." Gu qingcu looks at the mobile phone suspiciously and knocks subconsciously, thinking that her mobile phone is broken. She dialed Feng Anyan's phone today, either in the middle of a conversation or out of the service area.

"Feng an Yan can't be after quarreling with he Mu Lan, feel can't open up, then commit suicide?" Gu qingcu mumbles, then shakes his head and plans to call again in the evening to see the situation.A loud siren came in from Gu's window. Gu qingcu looked up and found that they were going to the countryside, and there were fire engines and other things. Could it be that there was a fire?

When she turns on the computer, a piece of news pops up. Gu qingcu just wants to click it, but she finds something wrong. It seems that this piece of news is local, so Gu qingcu quickly clicks it on.

According to the report, there was a collapse of a stone pile in a construction warehouse in the suburb. The reporter was broadcasting it live on the scene. The workers said they had been kidnapped, but they didn't know who was the person who bound them.

When the workers woke up, they found a pile of stones at the door of the warehouse. More importantly, a person was buried under the stones.

Gu qingcu can't help but start to be surprised to see here. There are so many big stones piled up. It's certain that she will die if she is trapped under it. But then something more surprising happened to her.

The fire brigade sent an excavator to clean up the stones. As the things buried below became clearer and clearer, Gu qingcu's attention was completely attracted by the smashed sports car.

Gu qingcu is very familiar with Feng Anyan's sports car, because it occasionally stops at the entrance of the coffee shop, and it is a global limited edition.

Feng Anyan likes this sports car very much, and Gu qingcu is very sure that there is no second sports car of this style in the city.

"Do you mean..." Gu qingcu subconsciously covers his mouth, and his beautiful eyes stare big. When the excavator cleans up the car thoroughly, Gu qingcu is sure that the car is Feng Anyan!

Why is Feng Anyan's car buried under here? What about others? Is it down there, too? What's the situation?

Until now, Gu qingcu still has some fluke psychology, unwilling to believe this thing, how can Feng Anyan run to the stone pile?

She quickly stood up, picked up her clothes, and planned to go to the scene to see the situation directly. If she only watched the live broadcast, she could not understand the situation at all. When she put on her coat and was ready to leave, she heard a voice coming from her computer.

"At present, the victim has been found and has been rushed to the central hospital for treatment. Please contact the police if you know this gentleman..."