After wenzhiyuan disappeared from the hospital, Ms. Lian was in a daze. Her mobile phone was in her bag. She had no choice but to borrow the doctor's mobile phone to call Yanjun, and then ran to the guard room of the hospital to check the monitoring.
Inkstone home was startled, is still in the meeting of the inkstone army, soon came from the company.
On the way, he called Wen Zhiyuan's mobile phone, but it turned off.
Even women's mobile phones are included.
At 7 p.m., Yanjun and his wife saw the surveillance screen in the guard room.
It's ironic that Wen Zhiyuan left the hospital by herself, and she was still carrying Ms. Lian's bag in her arms
In the picture, she steps out of the gate of the hospital, gets into a taxi waiting on the street and drives towards the south of Licheng.
Ms. Lian stared at the scene, anxiously pulling the inkstone army's arm, "old inkstone, where's the girl so late? She is a stranger here. What if something happens? Do something about it. "
Yan Jun frowned at her, after thanking the doctor director who accompanied her, he took her and left the guard room.
He pulled Ms. lian to the dimly lit corner of the stairwell. Without waiting for her to urge again, he threw her away and said coldly, "what are you looking for? Didn't you see that she left on her own?
This is what you are used to. Since you recognize her, how many troubles she has caused? Don't you have any idea? "
Ms. Lian was frightened by his roar for a few seconds. In a twinkling of an eye, she raised her chin unconvinced and retorted sharply in her voice: "what are you yelling at me? Aren't you used to her?
Even if you make trouble, it's because of Yan Shiqi. At the beginning, I said to send her to the welfare home. If you had listened to me earlier, our family would not be like this now! "
Both of them complained about each other with anger and exhaustion. They were too middle-aged and their families were in chaos. Such torture almost exhausted all their energy.
Ms. Lian turned her head to wipe tears at the corner of the wall. Her ankle was burning again because of the previous rush. She leaned against the wall and kept panting.
Late at night, the couple stood in the stairwell of the inpatient department, silent and bored.
Yan Jun forbeared his temper, but there was deep anxiety in his eyes. He rubbed his eyebrows and glared at Ms. Lian's back. "OK, what's the use of crying!
The child has been resentful to us since he came back. Let's try to find out. I'll contact Lao Cao and see if he can help me find out. "
Lao Cao is a friend of his business. He has a lot of contacts. He also has acquaintances in the police station. It's more effective to say hello than to look for them without any clue.
On hearing this, Ms. Lian wiped the corner of her eyes, turned and glanced at him, and left the corridor in a slightly disordered way.
That night, the inkstone couple stayed up all night.
Wen Zhiyuan couldn't get in touch. Although Lao Cao promised to help, he never got back.
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The next day, linhuwan.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Yan Shiqi was awakened by a sudden doorbell.
Today, she has a job plan to shoot a perfume advertisement at three p.m.
Last night, she talked with Wen Cheng for a long time. She didn't come back to sleep until 12 o'clock.
At this meeting, the seat beside her was empty. She vaguely remembered that the man got up early and went out.
Yan Shiqi went downstairs in a cotton thread nightgown and stayed at the door of the kitchen hall for a second. Sister Lin was not there and breakfast was still warm on the table. She stretched her eyebrows and walked slowly to the entrance.
Just opened the door, cool invasion, and standing in front of the figure, also let her quite surprised to say, "when Yang?"