After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 296 Mom and Dad are still alive
On the way back, Nan Song received a call from an unknown number.

The number was obviously unfamiliar, but it made her heartstrings tighten.

Faintly, she guessed who was calling.

Her intuition has always been accurate.

As soon as the call was connected, she didn't speak for a long time, but a low and hoarse voice came from the receiver, "Sweetheart."

It is obviously the most popular subwoofer among young girls nowadays, but it makes people feel like their scalp is numb.

Nan Song's body tensed uncontrollably.

She couldn't help but admit that ten years had passed, but she was still full of fear of his voice.

She huddled in the cold and cramped iron prison, with shackles tied around her wrists and ankles, and a collar around her neck.

Humiliation and fear filled her heart. How could she talk about dignity when her life safety could not be guaranteed?

A man slowly approached her.

The faint moonlight struck his face like a knife and an ax, and his eyes were as dark and deep as the night.

He knelt down in front of her, pulled her to him by the collar around her neck, and stretched out his tongue to rub the wound on her chin.

"Sweetheart."

His low and clear voice rang in her ears, "Your blood smells so good."

Nan Song shuddered hard, almost gritting his teeth, and called out his Chinese name, "Qiao, Leng."

There were several low chuckles from the other party.

"Ten years have passed and you are still so smart and brave."

Although Qiao Leng is of mixed race, his Chinese is very fluent. He joked with Nan Song like an old friend, "How are you, my sweetheart?"

Nan Song narrowed his eyes and said with a cold voice, "He is not my sweetheart."

"Oh, I forgot, it was."

Qiao Leng corrected him: "He is your ex-husband now. But you are still nervous about him, aren't you?"

Nan Song slowly moved the phone away from his ear, turned on the speakerphone, and at the same time switched the page to another place and began to check the other party's location.

She still maintained communication with him, "No, I am more nervous about you than about him."

"Hahahahaha..."

There was a burst of loud laughter from the other party, "Women who have gone through marriage are indeed much more romantic and softer than they were ten years ago."

He said quietly: "You are checking my location, honey?"

Nan Song's expression showed a hint of coldness. As expected, the other party had set up many obstacles. It would take a lot of effort to unlock his position.

"Ten years ago, your hacking skills were already very powerful, but don't forget that you were once defeated by me."

He still talked to Nan Song as if he wanted to tease a child.

Nan Song kept moving his hands and said calmly: "As you said, ten years have passed. Qiao Leng, you are old and ugly."

The other party paused, then laughed wildly.

"You are indeed the girl I have been thinking about for ten years. Your mouth is still so sharp. I like it."

Nan Song had just unlocked an IP, and the other party's IP had been changed to another one, and the positioning had also changed.

She frowned, and a trace of annoyance flashed across her face. She knew that the other person was teasing her, and she had the urge to throw the phone.

"Qiao Leng, what exactly do you want to do here this time?"

Nan Song hated him so much that she said, "My parents have already died in your hands. If you want my blood and my life, come and take it!"

Qiao Leng's side was filled with calmness, "Who said your parents are dead?"

"..."

For a moment, Nan Song thought he was hallucinating.

"What did you say?" She froze, and the hand holding the phone was almost frozen. "Tell me again, are my parents still alive?"

"I don't know whether they are alive or not. Anyway, I didn't kill them."

Qiao Leng's voice was calm, "Baby, I came back this time really for you."

He smiled softly, "But I don't want your blood, nor your life, but... you."

Nan Song's heart was beating like a drum, thump thump thump thump, and she couldn't sit still, so she held the handle.

The fact that her parents may still be alive has occupied her ears and brain, making it impossible for her to pay attention to other things.

"Please tell me clearly first. My parents' car accident three years ago was not caused by you instigating my second uncle and third uncle to do it? You didn't kill them?!"

Qiao Leng seemed to be sarcastic and smiled, "Three years ago, I was still running around and eking out a living. I didn't have that spare time."

"Then..." Nan Song's throat trembled, "could it be Sean and his people who did it?"

The other party's voice paused and then became cold again.

"Sweetheart, I'm talking about something between the two of us. Don't talk about other people, okay?"

Nan Song was angry and anxious, and a fire surged up in her heart. She punched the car window hard and cursed in anger.

"I'm fucking talking to you about my parents!!!"

Accompanied by a sharp shout, the car window shattered, and the sound of shattering glass made the driver almost lose his grip on the steering wheel. Gu Heng's eyes widened in shock.

There was no sound in the receiver for a while, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.

After a while, there was a disconnection sound.

Nan Song called back and it showed that the number was empty.

"Grass!"

She slammed the phone on the seat, but the glass cut her hand, and bright red blood suddenly flowed out.

"Mr. Nan!"

In his desperation, Gu Heng didn't even let the driver stop. He unbuckled his seat belt and stepped from the passenger seat to the back seat. He pushed the broken glass aside and took out the medical kit to disinfect and bandage Nan Song. His heart was pounding. I was pounding, and I didn't dare to look up to see Nan Song's face.

He has followed her for so long and has never seen her look so ugly.

"Mr. Nan, do you want to call the police?"

Nan Song seemed to be frozen, sitting there blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

Just when Gu Heng was about to call 110, Nan Song held his hand and her voice came out, indescribably hoarse and dry.

"No need to fight, it's useless. Don't say there is insufficient evidence now, we can't find his location. Even if there is sufficient evidence, we may not be able to catch him."

Ten years ago, it was eldest father and eldest brother who used foreign armed forces and launched a small-scale war to capture Qiao Leng.

But why he is alive until now is still a mystery in Nan Song's heart.

"Give me the phone."

Gu Heng touched the cell phone that Nan Song had thrown on the seat and handed it to Nan Song.

Nan Song's fingers stiffened and she slowly dialed a number. It rang for a while before the call was answered.

She heard Luo Junheng say in English: "Suspend the meeting."

Then, his voice came clearly, "I'm here."

"Big brother."

Nan Song choked up when he opened his mouth, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Luo Junheng said: "Speak carefully and don't cry."

Nan Song sobbed and asked him like a child, "Mom, dad, are you still alive?"

(End of this chapter)