Chapter 102 A tall figure rushes over like the wind

At 7:30 in the evening, a white BMW drove into the underground garage of the apartment.

In the dim underground garage with a flashing green indicator light, Su Lejia turned off the engine, leaned back in the driver's seat, and looked at his phone a little depressed.

It's strange. Although today is the Huo's anniversary, during the Huo's anniversary celebrations in previous years, her best friend wouldn't have stayed away from replying messages for so long, right?

After thinking about it, Su Lejia went back upstairs first, sat on the sofa at home, and swiped up in the chat box again.

Then I saw that there was still no white text box under the message she sent at five o'clock.

Now, Su Lejia confirmed once again that it was not her network problem, but Jiang Qin who had not replied to the message for an hour and a half.

As soon as this was confirmed, Su Lejia couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his heart.

Qinqin's cell phone is never muted during work hours. As far as she knows, she reads any messages immediately.

Unless there is an emergency meeting, the sound will be muted, but isn't the Huo family closed for work today?

So, what's going on?

The more Su Lejia thought about it, the more anxious she became. In the end, she couldn't help herself, so she pulled someone off the blacklist and called him.

But I called three times and the call was busy all three times!

Su Lejia's brows suddenly frowned deeply.

After a slight pause, Su Lejia turned to the pinned starred contact.

Call Jiang Qin.

It rang once and I picked up it.

Su Lejia's heart suddenly relaxed, and her eyes were filled with uncontrollable joy: "Qin!..."

"It's me." But suddenly, I heard a male voice that was not unfamiliar.

…

"Where's my Qinqin? Why are you the one answering the phone?!"

Inside the SUV, Huo Sili had just taken out Jiang Qin's cell phone from his suit pocket. He remembered that it was running out of battery the last time he saw it, so he prepared to charge it.

As soon as I took it out, I saw a call from someone with the note Lele.

Then I picked up the phone and heard Su Lejia's familiar voice.

Obviously, Horsley didn't want to answer any more questions about this issue.

"What's the matter? If not, I'll hang up."

"Where's Qinqin? Why is her phone here with you? You scumbag! What did you do to Qinqin?"

Horsley tried to turn down the volume, and then found that it was already the lowest volume for answering the phone.

Move the phone away.

But when he was about to hang up, he paused.

"She's fine. If you want to call, call tomorrow."

Su Lejia's eyelids jumped, "What do you mean? Hey, explain it clearly! What do you mean by tomorrow? Why can't we fight today? What did you do to Qinqin?"

Huo Sili hung up the phone and plugged his phone into the spare power bank in the car.

As soon as I hung up, I couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take?"

"There is at least half of Mr. Zhong Huo."

Horsley glanced at the night outside the window and said, "Drive faster."

Driving faster on the mountain road at night, He Xu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something.

But when he thought about who was missing, his open mouth suddenly closed again.

…

Meanwhile, inside the truck.

Maybe it was because the air pollution in the car was too serious, but Jiang Qin was really short of oxygen and couldn't breathe.

This is dangerous enough for an ordinary person, not to mention that she is pregnant.

Jiang Qin's survival instinct made her walk to the rear of the truck and she kept banging on the door, trying to attract attention.

She didn't know where the car was going, but she could feel it slowing down.

When people are in desperate situations, they always hope to keep holding on a little.

Jiang Qin tried to think positively. Perhaps the car had entered some densely populated area, so the speed had slowed down. Perhaps when she flapped her hands, passers-by would notice and realize something was wrong.

Jiang Qin forced herself to think so while patting the car board continuously.

Suddenly, the truck stopped.

Jiang Qin's heart suddenly jumped.

Then, through the car wall, Jiang Qin heard a bunch of dialects that she couldn't understand.

It seemed to be the voices of a group of elderly men and women, and the voices were particularly noisy.

But even though she couldn't understand what was being said, she could sense that it seemed like two groups of people were arguing.

But Jiang Qin didn’t care much about these. What she cared about was that the car stopped and there were people around!

Bang bang! Bang!

"Oh my, what is this? Could it be that someone has been kidnapped?" an old lady covered up.

The driver, who had been pulled out of the car, had a stiff face. Just when he was about to say something, an old man in a vest in the crowd, in a very cold day, walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder in a familiar manner.

"What year is this? How can there be kidnapping?" The old man smiled and looked at the old woman, "Don't talk nonsense."

He just spoke, but glanced at the driver and then smiled.

"Right, young man? Well, I see that you are an honest man, so don't waste time, open the door quickly and let our village committee check it, so as not to delay your trip."

"These days, life is tough for everyone. Come, smoke with me..."

Before he finished saying the word "smoke", there were several loud noises and the door opened.

The driver's eyes widened when he reacted, but he didn't have time to do anything. The old man who was holding his shoulders kicked him directly on the shin. He fell to his knees with a thump in pain, "Ah!"

At the same time, several young people spoke Mandarin with a dialect accent from the back of the car.

"It's over! It's over! This... this girl fainted! She's breathing, but she's fainted. What should I do?!"

The old man who subdued the driver walked over quickly and threw the cigarette that was resting on his ear as he walked.

Jiang Qin was gently carried down, and the old man was about to put his hand on Jiang Qin's hand to feel his pulse.

Beep——!

A horn sounded and the SUV quickly stopped by the roadside.

The back door opened and a tall figure rushed over like the wind.