To Yan Zhen's surprise, they didn't pry open the car doors, instead, they quietly dragged themselves to the exit.

They didn't seem to worry about Qi Lin coming after them at all.

In the heart had the bad premonition, the Yan Zhen because is dragged by the eighth in a hurry, walks staggeringly, is not embarrassed.

Yan Zhen clenched her teeth and followed them with a dead frown.

In front of a man looking at No. 8 to Yan Zhen so rude, meaning unknown smile, turned back to continue to walk forward quickly, the man touched the earlobe, low voice: "explosion."

Yan Zhen didn't notice this. In fact, she turned her attention to the child with a slight frown.

In fact, Yan Zhen didn't find that this is a boy at the beginning. After all, the makeup is so lifelike. When a child was young, he really couldn't distinguish between male and female. They were all the same lovely dolls. It's not difficult for a little bit of dressing up to make a little prince a little princess.

What's more, foreign dolls, with white skin and long eyelashes, can make a large group of sisters and aunts scream.

Maybe she has plans to have children. Yan Zhen is especially soft hearted to children, so this year she is better than usual to the children in the orphanage. In the past, Yan Zhen was kind to the orphans. Maybe sympathy was the main reason. Whether he donated money or gave things, it was all out of Yan Zhen's kindness and softness.

Now, Yan Zhen wants to do something for the children from the perspective of her mother.

The topic is far away. Now Yan Zhen is sweating in the cold parking garage. She has sprained her ankle because of the cold No. 8 drag just now, but she doesn't make a sound, and the men in front of her don't find it. So now Yan Zhen's left foot is swollen like steamed bread.

There is not a trace of blood on Yan Zhen's face. The scattered hair sticks to her pale face, which makes Yan Zhen look very pitiful.

Yan Zhen looks at the child's uneasy appearance. Her eyelashes are trembling. She is obviously about to wake up. She is a little worried because the child is obviously dazed by drugs. Waking up now may affect those people's plans. In order to let them escape as soon as possible, they certainly don't care about the child's feelings.

Those people are likely to inject some overpowering drugs into children again, but those overpowering drugs are more or less harmful to people's body, let alone a child? What's worse, perhaps, is that those people may violently stun children.

However, Yan Zhen was a little sure that those people didn't mean to kill them, otherwise they would not have escaped with them, and the child didn't worry about his life.

Yan Zhen looked at the child and frowned a few times. Finally, her face returned to calm, but she didn't wake up.

Yan Zhen breathes a sigh of relief. It's better for the child to be in a coma now than to wake up and make a lot of noise. The identity of this child, Yan Zhen thinks, must not be simple.

All of a sudden, Yan Zhen is distracted, falters and falls to the ground. Because her feet are too painful, and her arms are tied behind her. Yan Zhen falls down miserably and falls directly to the ground. Her beautiful face is knocked to the ground. It's a hot pain.

Yan Zhen closed her eyes, and there was still time to laugh at herself: I hope there is no disfigurement, but I have only one face to see.

Miss Yan, have you forgotten the aura of "other people's children" since you were a child?

Yan Zhen painfully falls to the ground and startles several men in front. They turn around warily and put their consciousness on their waist.

They saw Yan Zhen fall to the ground in a mess, but Yan Zhen should not say a word. Her feet can't walk now, and because she fell so badly just now, the blood on Yan Zhen's face has accumulated on the ground. Yan Zhen raised her head difficultly and had to stand up first.

No. 8 obviously didn't expect that Yan Zhen would fall down. Looking at Yan Zhen's swollen and shameful feet, she couldn't help talking. This woman can really bear it.

They look at Yan Zhen's feet, and they are subconsciously cheeky. They come in a hail of bullets, and they suffer countless injuries. This sprain is nothing to them, but Yan Zhen is not the same.

Yan Zhen is a young lady of the Yan family. She grew up in a peaceful environment. She is good at food, clothing, housing and transportation. Even if she falls down, she will be coaxed for a long time, even if she has suffered such a crime.

No. 8 really didn't admire a woman, but Yan Zhen had to let him praise her.

Their organization is not without women, but they grew up in the organization, this hurt naturally ignored, but Yan Zhen is still different.

Or that sentence, their environment is different. If they had tied up jiaojiaoda, who is the same as Yan Zhen, and suffered this kind of crime, she would have been crying for a long time.

But what about Yan Zhen?

From the beginning, Yanzhen although a little flustered, but still very calm, all the way over, No. 8 also noticed that Yanzhen in quietly set his own words, can't say No. 8 didn't know the disclosure point.

Not to mention gritting teeth and not showing timidity, they dragged them all the way.

Others know, but No. 8 knows. The binding method he used to bind Yan Zhen is used to bind those men with high value of force, or the prisoners and traitors in their organization.Yan Zhen can last so long, really beyond his expectation.

No. 8 is still holding the child. She can't help Yanzhen, and even if Yanzhen can stand up, she can't walk.

For a while, the man who talked with No. 8 came over and wanted to hold Yan Zhen.

Yan Zhen said harshly: "get away, don't touch me."

The man was stunned by Yan Zhen's roar. Obviously, he didn't expect that Yan Zhen would dare to roar with them at this time.

No. 8 said: "Miss Yan, you'd better not struggle. You know, we really don't have the patience to play with you now, number three, come on, they're coming. "

The man, known as number three, quietly picked up Yan Zhen who wanted to struggle, but now Yan Zhen was tied up and couldn't move at all, so he had to be picked up by number three.

When No. 3 wants to hold Yan Zhen, he finds that Yan Zhen's posture is not right. He frowns and throws away the man's coat that is in the way. Then he sees Yan Zhen's arms tied behind him and his hands that are black and purple.

For a moment, number three was stunned.

No. 3 frowned and said, "No. 8, what's the matter?"

No. 8 felt that today Yan Zhen really opened his eyes. Sure enough, the people around the woman were so interesting.

"That's it. I tied her up for fear of her running away." No. 8 takes a look at Yan Zhen on the ground with great interest.

The three men in front looked at them impatiently. One of them said, "what are you dallying with? I've just had their main control room bombed. Don't you hurry up? "