Fifty-Seven: Deep Love Buried by Time (Fifty-Seven)

Jing Rong followed Wen Yanzhi in. He found the light switch skillfully. The lights in the entire villa turned on instantly, shining like daylight.

He turned on the heater in a familiar way.

Jingrong stood at the entrance and looked at him carefully.

Wen Yanzhi turned around and saw him looking at him and glanced at him, "What are you still doing? Come in and go upstairs to sleep. I'm so sleepy."

"This isn't your friend's house, is it?" Jingrong took off his shoes and walked in.

"You're quite smart." Wen Yanzhi didn't hide it, "It doesn't matter whose house it is, you just have to be responsible for painting. I can't hang your paintings in my house, right? It's a great painter."

fraud.

If Jingrong knew it was his house that he came to, he probably wouldn't come with him. But now he has no idea where he is. If you want to leave, you will definitely not be able to leave.

"Do you have a mobile phone? I want to send a message to my sister." Jingrong asked.

"Yes." Wen Yanzhi threw the phone to him, "But there is no signal here."

"..." Jingrong was speechless. After checking, it turned out that there was no signal, so I had to put down the phone. "If you buy such a big house here, how can you live without signal?"

"This is a vacation. What do you need a signal for?" Wen Yanzhi went straight upstairs, "Let's choose a room by ourselves. Choose whichever one you like."

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That night, Jingrong didn't sleep well. He recognized the bed and was used to the hard bed he slept on in the dormitory. Now he was sleeping on a soft big bed, but he was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Early the next morning, he got up and rummaged through the refrigerator. The refrigerator turned out to be empty.

"What are you turning over?" Wen Yanzhi woke up. Wearing a gray nightgown, he lazily came downstairs while yawning.

Jingrong glanced at him and pointed to the empty refrigerator, "We must have something to eat."

"You can do it?"

Jingrong nodded.

Wen Yanzhi stood outside the open kitchen, holding the glass table with both hands, and smiled at him, "So you are still a good wife and mother. I thought those who painted were all otherworldly things."

Jingrong's pretty face dropped,

"You'd better stop talking, you don't know how to use idioms."

Wen Yanzhi laughed loudly, "That's a good husband and a good father. That's right."

Jingrong closed the refrigerator and said, "I'm going out to buy breakfast."

"You're not familiar with the place here. Do you know where I can buy breakfast?"

"It's not like you're abroad, I can just ask."

"That's fine." Wen Yanzhi turned around and took out his wallet, took out a bunch of RMB from his wallet and handed it to him, "Then I'll wait at home to eat the ready-made food, but you're not stupid enough to get lost, are you?" "

"I'm not a fool." Jingrong pushed his money back, "You keep the money for yourself. I have the money for breakfast."

Wen Yanzhi didn't force it. Breakfast doesn't cost much. Besides, I can just pay more when I finish the painting and pay the salary later.

Jingrong put on his school uniform and was about to go out. Wen Yanzhi put his leather jacket over him before letting him go.

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Jingyu had too many things to worry about. I didn't sleep well all night. So I got up early, made breakfast for myself and Qi Jinnian, and drove to Jing Rong's school without waiting much longer.

Because the final exam is coming soon, they have to add extra classes this weekend. When Jing Yu arrived, the classroom was full of students, but only Jing Rong's seat was empty.

The head teacher saw her and came out of the classroom.

"Miss Jing, have you contacted Jing Rong?"

Jing Yu shook his head, "I can't find him either. I want to come to the school to see if he will come back today."

"I heard from his classmates that he was picked up by a man driving a sports car yesterday. The license plate number is 6666. It's a royal blue Lamborghini."

When Jing Yu heard this license plate, he frowned in confusion.

Isn't this Wen Yanzhi's car? She had seen him drive a few times before. The license plate was so easy to remember that she couldn't forget it.

Wen Yanzhi and Jing Rong had no intersection at all. How could Jing Rong be taken away by him for no reason? Could it be...

Jing Yu thought of Yu Zeyao again.

Could it be that he lied to himself?

With this thought in mind, Jing Yu walked out of the school and prepared to call Yu Zeyao again to find out what was going on. However, before the call was dialed, a car rushed straight towards her. He was driving very fast, as if he was going to hit her.

Jing Yu was shocked, came to his senses, and took a step back. At this moment, the car's window suddenly lowered, and a few photos were thrown out. But the car didn't stay, it just drove away as fast as possible.

Not only did Jingyu fail to see clearly what the person in the car looked like, he didn't even have the license plate of the car.

Who is this?

Suspicious, she stepped forward and picked up the photo from the ground. The moment she saw the photo, her face suddenly turned pale.

In the photo, Jingrong's hands and feet were tied to a chair. It was obvious that he had been brutally tortured and was now unconscious. His head was leaning back on the back of the chair, and his originally clean face was now covered with blood, which was shocking. There are scars all over the neck and legs.

Jingyu's hand holding the photo was shaking. Just looking at these photos, her eyes were already red.

The cell phone rang at this moment.

Unfamiliar number.

She didn't dare to neglect for a moment, picked up the phone and put it to her ear. Before the other party could speak, she was the first to speak out: "Who are you? What do you want to do by kidnapping Jingrong?!"

When she spoke, her voice became hoarse.

“It seems that the photos have been received.” The other party’s voice was changed, “I advise your brother to hand over the things obediently, otherwise, don’t blame us for being merciless.”

Jing Yu was about to ask what it was when Jing Rong’s weak voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Sister…”

“Jing Rong, where are you? How are you now?”

“Sister, don’t be afraid…” Jing Rong’s voice was hoarse, so weak that it seemed that it would turn into a wisp of light smoke and disappear in the next second, “Remember to call the police, I can hold on…”

He had just finished speaking when the phone was hijacked by the kidnappers, “Miss Jing, you are a smart person. If you dare to call the police, the next time you will see your brother’s body.”

“You dare!” Jing Yu scolded, and his voice suddenly became hoarse. The tone of his voice was trembling.

The other party laughed, "If there were no one to protect you, you would be the one being punished now. How can you yell in front of me? So, be good and think about what your father has given you. I will call you again."

"Don't touch him! If you dare to do anything to Jing Rong, I will never give you anything you want even if I die!" Jing Yu didn't know what these people wanted, nor did she know who he meant by someone protecting her. But now the only thing she could do was bluff.

However, her trick didn't work.

The other party hung up the phone directly.