Jing Rong followed Wen Yanzhi inside. He found the light switch expertly. The lights in the entire villa lit up instantly, illuminating like daylight.
He turned on the heater as if he knew the drill.
Jing Rong stood at the entrance and looked at him.
Wen Yanzhi turned around and saw him looking at him. He glanced at him and said, "Why are you still standing there? Come in quickly and go upstairs to sleep. I'm so sleepy."
"Isn't this your friend's house?" Jing Rong changed his shoes and walked in.
"You're quite smart." Wen Yanzhi didn't hide it. "Who cares whose house it is? You just need to be responsible for painting. I can't hang your paintings in my house, right? Great painter."
fraud.
If Jingrong knew that they were coming to his house, he probably wouldn't have followed him. But now he had no idea where the person was. He definitely couldn't leave.
"Do you have a cell phone? I want to send a message to my sister." Jing Rong asked.
"Yes." Wen Yanzhi threw the phone to him, "But there is no signal here."
"..." Jing Rong was speechless. He checked and found that there was no signal, so he had to put down his phone. "How can you live here if you buy such a big house and have no signal?"
"We're here for vacation, why do we need a signal?" Wen Yanzhi went straight upstairs. "Choose a room yourself. Pick the one you like."
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Jing Rong did not sleep well that night. He was used to sleeping on a hard bed in the dormitory, but now he slept on a soft big bed and could not fall asleep.
The next morning, he got up early and searched the refrigerator, but it was empty.
"What are you looking for?" Wen Yanzhi woke up, wearing a gray nightgown, yawning and lazily coming down from upstairs.
Jing Rong looked at him and pointed at the empty refrigerator, "We have to have food."
"You can do it?"
Jing Rong nodded.
Wen Yanzhi stood outside the open kitchen, his hands resting on the glass table, looking at him with a smile, "It turns out you are still a good wife and mother. I thought painters were all detached from the mundane world."
Jing Rong's handsome face fell, "You'd better stop talking. You don't know how to use idioms randomly."
Wen Yanzhi laughed loudly, "That means he is a good husband and a good father, that's not wrong."
Jing Rong closed the refrigerator and said, "I'm going out to buy breakfast."
"You are a stranger here, do you know where to buy breakfast?"
"It's not like we're overseas, I can just ask."
"Okay." Wen Yanzhi turned around and took out his wallet, took out a stack of RMB from the wallet and handed it to him, "Then I will wait at home to eat the ready-made food, but you won't be stupid enough to get lost, right?"
"I'm not directionally challenged." Jing Rong pushed his money back, "Keep the money for yourself. I have money for breakfast."
Wen Yanzhi didn't force it. Breakfast didn't cost much. Besides, he could just give him more when he got paid after finishing the painting.
Jingrong put on his school uniform and was about to go out, but Wen Yanzhi insisted on covering him with his own leather jacket before letting him go.
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Jing Yu was worried about too many things. He didn't sleep well that night. So he got up early, prepared breakfast for himself and Qi Jinnian, and rushed to Jing Rong's school without staying any longer.
Because the final exam was coming up, they had to add a class this weekend. When Jingyu arrived, the classroom was full of students, but only Jingrong's seat was empty.
The head teacher saw her and came out of the classroom.
"Ms. Jing, have you contacted Jing Rong?"
Jing Yu shook his head, "I couldn't find him either, so I wanted to come to school to see if he would come back today."
"I heard from a classmate who was close to him that he was picked up yesterday by a man driving a sports car. The license plate number was 6666. It was a royal blue Lamborghini."
When Jing Yu heard the license plate, he frowned in confusion.
Isn't this Wen Yanzhi's car? She had seen him driving it several times before. The license plate was so easy to remember that she couldn't forget it.
Wen Yanzhi and Jing Rong had no connection at all, so why was Jing Rong taken away by him for no reason? Could it be...
Jing Yu thought of Yu Zeyao again.
Could it be that he deceived himself
Jing Yu thought about this and walked out of the school, preparing to call Yu Zeyao again to ask what was going on. However, before she could make the call, a car rushed straight towards her. It was driving very fast, as if it was going to hit her.
Jing Yu was startled, came to his senses, and took a step back. At this moment, the window of the car suddenly lowered and threw out a few photos. But the car did not stay, but drove away at the fastest speed.
Not only did Jing Yu not see clearly what the people in the car looked like, he didn't even know the license plate of the car.
Who is this
She was suspicious and took a step forward to pick up the photo from the ground. The moment she saw the photo, her face suddenly turned pale.
In the photo, Jing Rong was tied to a chair with his hands and feet bound. He had obviously been tortured and was unconscious. His head was leaning back against the back of the chair, and his clean face was now covered in blood, which was shocking. His neck and legs were covered with scars.
Jing Yu's hands were shaking as she held the photos. Her eyes were already red just by looking at the photos.
The cell phone rang at this moment.
Unknown number.
She didn't dare to neglect it for a moment, picked up the phone and put it to her ear. Before the other party could speak, she spoke first: "Who are you? What do you want to do by kidnapping Jing Rong?!"
When she spoke, her voice was 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 just about to ask what it was when Jing Rong's weak voice came from the other end of the phone.
"sister… "
"Jingrong, where are you? How are you now?"
"Sister, don't be afraid..." Jing Rong's voice was hoarse, so weak that it seemed as if he would turn into a wisp of smoke and disappear in the next second, "Remember to call the police, I can hold on..."
He had barely finished speaking when the kidnapper snatched his phone away. "Ms. Jing, you are a smart person. If you dare to call the police, the next time you see your brother's body will be your brother's."
"You dare!" Jing Yu shouted, his voice suddenly becoming hoarse. His voice was trembling.
The other party laughed, "If someone hadn't protected you, you would be the one being punished now. How could you still 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 to protect her". But now the only thing she could do was to bluff.
However, her trick did not work.
The other party hung up the phone immediately.