Chapter 49 The Daughter of a Daughter is Very Delicate 49

The next day.

Haitang will not get up until she has had enough sleep.

Ning Sang gets up very early. He likes to grow flowers. The fourth and fifth floors of his house are his private flower rooms, which are full of various exotic flowers and plants. He especially loves orchids and has a pair of skillful hands that cherish flowers.

When Haitang came up, I felt like I fell into a sea of ​​flowers, it was so beautiful!

The little girl thought the flowers were beautiful, but he thought the little girl was even more beautiful.

Ning Sang set up his drawing board and painted this extremely moving scene.

He really seemed to have quite free time. Apart from Baiji Pavilion, he did not interfere with the Ning family's businesses. In the morning, he took Haitang to appreciate flowers and paint. In the afternoon, he took Haitang to play the piano and taste tea. When she was with him, it seemed that there was only romance and love, without any depression.

...

After dinner, Haitang told him that she was going home and refused his offer to see her off.

He could only nod helplessly and kissed the little girl gently on the lips, "Remember, I'll wait for you."

...

Leng Qingfan sent a location message, which was in the center of the city. When Haitang arrived, he was lazily leaning on the Ferrari 812, fiddling with his phone.

"Qing Fan."

When Leng Qingfan looked up and saw her, it was as if the iceberg had melted, and he was replaced by a little tenderness, "Have you eaten?"

"Come over after you've eaten."

Leng Qingfan opened the door for her and said, "Then let's go out."

...

We drove along the beach for a long time, probably more than an hour, before we arrived at our destination, which was a newly developed real estate project. It was already dark, and only a dim yellow light bulb was on at the door.

"Beep."

A car horn was heard from inside the iron gate. A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties stuck his head out to look and hurriedly opened the door.

"My building has not been developed yet, there are not many people, it is relatively quiet, and it is convenient to visit."

"Um."

Haitang's voice was a little muffled.

Leng Qingfan turned his head to look at her, with some worry in his eyes, and stretched out his right hand to hold her hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of everything."

The car drove to the innermost place and stopped. This place was where several container groups were assembled. It looked a bit like a dormitory for construction workers.

The room was very quiet, even the lights were not on.

Leng Qingfan did not turn off the lights, and the headlights of the car were still shining at the entrance.

There were two men in black shirts standing at the door. They were tall, with stern expressions on their faces and a strong murderous aura. It was obvious that they had seen bloodshed...

"Master."

"Open the door."

With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open.

After entering and passing through two small doors, they finally arrived at the place where Liu Chen and Tan Liang were imprisoned.

"Snap." An extremely dazzling white light lit up above the two people's heads.

Seeing the scene in front of her, even Haitang's eyebrows twitched.

How could the two people in front of me be called human beings? They were simply a bloody mess and their appearance could not be seen clearly at all.

"Qing Fan, this..."

"Are you scared?"

Haitang bit her lower lip and shook her head...

Not only could the appearance of the two people in front of me not be seen, but even the color of their clothes and pants was unclear. They were covered in blood and could be said to be completely red. Their hands were hung high up, and they could only stand on tiptoe to barely support their bodies.

Leng Qingfan pointed to the left, "This is Liu Chen."

Pointing to another one, "This is Tan Liang."

Liu Chen was half unconscious, and there seemed to be... a chopstick stuck in his left eye? ?

When Tan Liang saw someone coming, he opened his swollen eyes and whimpered, as if begging for mercy. When his eyes swept over Haitang, he was stunned for a moment, and then filled with fear...

"you..."

"Me what?"

"How are you still alive? That day..."

Leng Qing Fan Shangqi kicked him hard in the stomach again.

"Qing Fan, stop hitting me."