Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"Make tea."

"..."

"Pu'er," he said with a satisfied face, "my saliva is dry after talking for so long."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Apparently, Jian Chenche already had a countermeasure. When Jing Jiaren made the tea, the servant brought a special receiver.

Jian Chenche said that as long as there is a signal where communication is possible, as long as the bodyguard has a mobile phone, it is a good locator.

"The phone is a locator?" Jing Jiaren frowned, "How to locate it?"

"As long as you know the model of the phone..."

Jian Chenche explained that Ji Ziang's work style is rigorous. In order to facilitate contact, all his subordinates are equipped with mobile phones dedicated to Ji's family, with different models according to their status.

Jing Jiaren leaned aside and asked him to concentrate on investigating.

Soon, Jian Chenche found many photos of Ale (Ji Ziang's close friend)——

In one of them, he is holding a mobile phone and talking on the phone.

Enlarge the photo wirelessly, capture the shape of the phone, and then hack into Ji Ziang's internal database.

Jian Chenche's hands are walking on the computer like flying, and the data is floating, looking very professional.

It only took half an hour to get it done.

Jian Chenche used a special transceiver to locate, and glanced at the green dot on the map.

"Is this here?" Jing Jiaren took a closer look.

Leng Aofeng, who had been silent all this time, said, "Black Forest."

"Yes, in the center of the Black Forest."

black forest?Jing Jiaren seems to have heard that it is a completely original forest, with intricate trees and growth distribution like a gossip array. If no one knows the way, it is impossible to get out after entering.It is a natural maze.

……

With a pale face, Ji Zihan slowly woke up from the pain.

Her hands were bound and handcuffed behind the chair, her legs were slightly straddled, and there were long bloodstains on her thighs, as well as blood on her skirt.

She remembered the experience before she fell into a coma, and she kept begging.

But no matter how much she begged, Ximen Longting's face was always frosty.

He grabbed her tiger's mouth with his own hands, and forcefully poured the abortion pill into her mouth.

Ji Ziang's mind was blank, and the tears on his face were dry and wet.

The originally high swollen belly was gone, and she was in a trance.

Opposite her was Ji Ziang who was also handcuffed.

His hair was disheveled, blood was all over his body, and he looked depressed.

"Brother, this is fake, this is a lie..." Ji Zihan cried unwillingly, "Tell me this is a nightmare."

"..."

"I don't believe he would kill my child with his own hands, brother, speak up!"

Ji Zihan moved violently, and there was a cramping pain in his lower abdomen.

After the miscarriage, she would continue to bleed, and when she moved, the blood continued to drip down her legs and onto the ground.

Ji Zihan shook his head, as if every drop of that blood was still life.

She thought of every scene where she was given abortion pills, the expression on Ximen Longting's face was cold and bloodthirsty.

For so many years, she always thought that even if Ximen Longting didn't love her, he still had feelings for her.

But, nothing.

"Baby don't go...don't! Child, give it back to me!"

Ji Ziang lowered his head, his eyes were dim, and he let Ji Zihan cry and make a fuss.

At this moment, the heavy iron door was pulled open, surrounded by the sound of orderly footsteps, and Ximen Longting appeared.

He glanced at his eyebrows coldly, the bodyguard wiped a chair clean, and he sat with his long legs folded: "It's time for you to think about it, what do you think?"