Jiang Jichuan usually looks like a Buddhist with no joy or sorrow, but now his face is very ugly.
Before he could reach the car, he couldn't help but say: "Mianmian, because of the death of Queen Palai, a large-scale conflict broke out between the democratic regime and the royal family. The war spread to Jeonnam State, and even terrorists infiltrated the North District. Just now Several planes at the airport were blown up, including our private plane."
Wen Ran's head was spinning rapidly, and he lay on the window frame of the car and looked at Jiang Jichuan: "If there is a war, the country will organize the evacuation of overseas Chinese. Let's..."
Jiang Jichuan lowered his eyebrows, not daring to look into Wen Ran's eyes, "The evacuation of overseas Chinese began this morning. The last evacuation plane from China left half an hour ago."
Because he had a private plane, he did not contact the Chinese Embassy at all.
Wen Ran's hope was not yet extinguished, so she asked again: "What about the land route?"
This time, before Jiang Jichuan could come back, Zhou Qixiao leaned back on his chair and said lazily: "Overland? Do you think you have a long life?"
Even if there is an armed escort, the gun has no eyes, can the car be bulletproof, and can it also be protected against rocket launchers?
In fact, on the way here, Wen Ran was prepared not to go back.
Although there was disappointment at this moment, there was no particularly big mood change.
She looked at Jiang Jichuan and gave him a comforting smile: "Then let's go back first. Brother Jichuan, I'm so sorry that I won't be able to go back if I drag you down."
Jiang Jichuan felt particularly uncomfortable when he saw Wen Ran with eyes full of disappointment, but still forced a smile to comfort him.
He wanted to reach out and touch her head, telling her that she didn't need to be so strong in front of him.
But the finger just moved.
A big hand covered Wen Ran's head and rubbed it twice casually.
"If you can't leave, just stay here and have fun. If you like, you can drive the tank and have fun."
Zhou Qixiao was about to take back his hand when something suddenly occurred to him. His big hand slid down a little and he pinched the back of Wen Ran's neck ambiguously.
The little girl immediately straightened her body, then turned her head and looked over.
A pair of big eyes full of silent accusations, vivid and lively, making it much more comfortable to look at.
He raised his hand and pinched her cheek.
The little girl instantly wrinkled her nose at him.
It was obviously a warning to him, but it was so cute and cute that it made him want to bully her even more.
But this time he let go of his hand calmly.
But the man smiled arrogantly, teasing her and saying exaggeratedly: "What? Not tanks, but fighter jets?"
Jiang Jichuan was standing outside the car. Zhou Qixiao's overly affectionate behavior could also explain the elder's teasing of the younger one.
But after all, they are about the same age, so it's too ambiguous.
Wen Ran was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, for fear of making too big a move and arousing suspicion.
Now listening to Zhou Qixiao's joke, I was afraid that he would cause something else.
He could only laugh dryly, but he couldn't help but choke back: "Fighters are not enough, I want to shoot rocket launchers."
Zhou Qixiao saw the little girl accompanying him on the performance, and suddenly remembered what happened between the two of them in Jabawi.
However, Wen Ran was not playing his little niece at that time, but his little lover.
It was more exciting then.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled a little evilly: "Okay! I'll give you whatever you want, even if I..."
"Let's go back first! I...I'm tired!" Wen Ran had a look of disbelief in his eyes, blinking at him and interrupting him.
Just when Wen Ran's heart was in her throat.
Zhou Qixiao finally stopped talking and tapped the steering wheel with his fingers.
"Okay, my child is tired, so I have to hurry back." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Jichuan from the car window, "What? I'm taking her home, and you still want to follow her?"
Jiang Jichuan looked at Wen Ran worriedly, but he really had no reason to live with Wen Ran in the Zhou family.
At this moment, he regretted leaving Jiang Jiliu at the airport.
With him here, he wouldn't be so passive.
Jiang Jichuan exhaled slowly, fixed his eyes on Wen Ran, and said extremely solemnly: "Mianmian, why don't you come live with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was worried that Wen Ran might misunderstand something, so he hurriedly explained: "The Zhou family is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. I don't worry if it's not safe. You come to Jiang's house, and I'll stay in the hotel."
Wen Ran was a little moved by this proposal.
The Jiang family's home in Nanzhou is safer than the Zhou family.
Just about to speak.
Zhou Qixiao put his hand on her shoulder.
The man leaned over and opened his mouth, letting warm, mint-flavored breath hit his neck.
"Mianmian, do you believe him?" After Zhou Qixiao finished speaking, he sneered with unabashed sarcasm.
Wen Ran slowly turned his head and looked at Zhou Qixiao, who was leaning a little behind him, and nodded slightly, "We grew up together. He is no different from my biological brother."
Now she can no longer trust her grandfather. The only people she can trust in this world are her godmother and her family.
When Zhou Qixiao heard this, he was not angry, but the smile in his eyes became even stronger.
Wen Ran looked confused.
"Mianmian." The man's voice was low and full of magnetism, with a bit of a smile. When it sounded in the ear, it felt like a feather scratching the cochlea over and over again, itching and crisping, but the words that followed gave Wen Ran a sense of fear. "Give you a gift?"
Zhou Qixiao is talking about giving gifts at this time?
Wen Ran suddenly remembered the plot in the movie. He wouldn't suddenly take out a gun and give Jiang Jichuan a bullet!
Wen Ran grabbed the man's wrist and said, "Don't, don't kill..."
"Tsk!" Zhou Qixiao sneered, and suddenly leaned back, but his smile turned colder, "Wen Ran, am I the one who kills innocent people indiscriminately?"
The man called her by her first and last name. Wen Ran became more and more nervous and hurriedly turned her back to him and shook her head.
At this time, a car behind me swung its tail and stopped sideways.
Shengqing leaned half of his body out of the car window and waved his hand to Zhou Qixiao: "Boss! The things are here!"
Zhou Qixiao said nothing, but raised his chin at Shengqing, indicating for him to continue.
Shengqing immediately retreated into the car and first threw out a pair of white shoes.
The shoes were very familiar, and Wen Ran recognized them at a glance as the pair she had worn before.
Because there are still big footprints from Zhou Qixiao on the shoe body.
But now the sole of the shoe was lifted, and there was a groove in the exposed area, with something the size of a one-yuan coin inside.
Wen Ran's head buzzed, and she subconsciously looked up at Jiang Jichuan, who was standing next to the car.
Wen Ran knew this thing, it was a locator.
How... could it be in the shoes Jiang Jichuan gave her...
Wen Ran actually had an idea in his mind, but he didn't dare or didn't want to believe it.
When Jiang Jichuan saw the shoes being cut open, he subconsciously touched the beads on his wrist.
Just thinking about how to explain.
Shengqing threw another oversized handbag out of the car.
The moment the bag fell to the ground, several pairs of shoes rolled out.
The soles of the shoes were cut open.
The same grooves and the same stuff were exposed inside.
