It was rare for Jian Chenglang to see his brother being so "poor and white", and immediately felt a sense of superiority over his brother, and instantly stopped caring about him.
Seeing that the little ones had been soothed, they happily ran to play hand in hand again.
Jian Chenglang straightened up, and first called Zhang Dazhuang on his mobile phone, but no one answered.
Then he frowned, and called Qu Sinian again. Qu Sinian was probably filming, but the bell rang for a long time, but no one answered.
Now only Lu Junhan was left.
Jian Chenglang flipped through the contacts in the phone's address book, skimming over "currently", "little baby", "in love", "broken up", "resurrection", "no longer possible", After "current target" and more than a dozen groups related to women, it went directly to the bottom.
Only then did he look up at Jian Yi over there: "Brother, I don't have Mr. Lu's phone number."
Jian Chenglang is a well-known director, and like Qu Sinian, he is in the entertainment industry.
Qu Sinian had acted in a play directed by him before, so Jian Chenglang naturally had Qu Sinian's call.
And Zhang Dazhuang has held many banquets in recent years, and Jian Chenglang can't stay idle.
Of course, every time he attends a banquet, his purpose is to hunt and hook up with women.
As for Zhang Dazhuang, he was a pervert, he couldn't walk when he saw a beautiful woman, he had many lovers when he was young, but later, he didn't know which lover gave birth to Zhang Yiming, and sent Zhang Yiming to Zhang's family.
Seeing him messing around outside, this made Zhang Yiming's father very angry, and beat Zhang Dazhuang half to death on the spot.
Zhang Dazhuang is not afraid of anyone, but his father.
After that, he restrained himself a lot and took care of Zhang Yiming.
It's just that when I see beautiful women occasionally, I still can't hold back the man's inferiority, and his eyes are flickering, but he has no guts.
Moreover, Zhang Dazhuang already had Zhang Yiming, and he didn't want to have more illegitimate children. He usually just looked at women and feasted his eyes.
For women, Jian Chenglang has a lot of opinions, so after going back and forth, he became good brothers,
As for Lu Junhan, Jian Chenglang really had nothing to do with him.
It's not just him, Jian Yi and Qu Sinian didn't have much contact with Lu Junhan just a few months ago before Xiao Luli appeared, but in the past few months, they have seen more.
Finally, with his brother's super memory, Jian Chenglang dialed Lu Junhan's phone number, but no one answered after dialing it.
Jian Chenglang listened to the blind tone of "beep beep—" on the phone, and failed to get through three calls in a row. He held his forehead with a face of headache, and murmured in pain:
"Now I know why only the two of us came."
Jian Yi's stern eyebrows and eyes were light, without any major ups and downs.
He frowned slightly, listened to the beeping sound, pondered for a while, and soon found a way, and said coldly:
"Add Lu Junhan's WeChat. His personal mobile phone does not answer calls from strangers."
"Row,"
After Jian Chenglang finished speaking, he paused for a moment, then raised his brows narrowly at the calm-faced Jian Yi:
"Hey, that's not right, brother, this matter is so private, how do you know that his mobile phone doesn't answer calls from strangers?"
As he said that, Jian Chenglang didn't know where he wanted to go, he smiled, winked narrowly and said: "Could it be that you and him—"
Jian Yi raised her head and saw at a glance that his head was full of yellow and dirty thoughts, but she didn't bother to pay attention to him, and stated with a flat expression:
"Because Jian Xiyan's cell phone doesn't answer calls from strangers."
"..."
Jian Yi glanced at his cell phone which was still beeping, and said lightly, "So, I know this voice well."
Jian Chenglang: "..."
How many times do you have to listen to this to be so familiar, and you can hear it as soon as you hear it.
Inexplicably sad what happened.
Sure enough, Xiao Yan is Xiao Yan, a ruthless little killer who can ignore even his own father.
"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up."
Seeing that he was not moving, Jian Yi didn't know what he was thinking, and her stern brows and eyes were a little impatient.
They have been at the gate of the police station for a long time, Jian Yi's time is always precious, and she doesn't want to waste it here.
His tall and slender body leaned against the dark green body, frowning slightly, then lowered his slightly irritable and indifferent eyes, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case with his fingers.
Not long after, the bluish-white smoke swirled around, blurring his cold and indifferent face.
"Brother, are you sure he can play WeChat?"
It was hard for Jian Chenglang to imagine Lu Junhan playing on WeChat.
Even his brother doesn't usually play WeChat very much.
For black-hearted capitalists like them, whose time is more precious than their lives, WeChat, a chat tool that wastes time typing and waiting for the other party to type and reply, is not as useful as calling or face-to-face.
"I'm not sure," Jian Yi replied as expected. He took a puff of cigarette, turned his head to look at the four little guys who were playing over there, and after confirming that there was no danger around him, he said calmly, "Try first."
It is indeed much safer outside the police station, and there are very few people walking around outside.
After all, there are many police officers here, and the traffickers are afraid to come, for fear of being caught.
Moreover, the location of the police station is also a bit out of the way, sparsely populated, after so long, there are only a few of them.
Seeing that the little guys were a little far away from them, Jian Yi didn't ask them to come back.
Judging from past experience and just now experience, these four little guys gathered together can be extremely lethal.
Jian Yi didn't want to call them back and cause trouble for herself.
Fortunately, it's quite safe here.
They are calling here, and the little guys are playing by themselves.
Zhang Dazhuang's and Qu Sinian's mobile phones were not answered, they must be busy, and they will not be able to answer the phone for a while.
As for Lu Junhan's place, he probably had the phone on him, but the phone didn't answer calls from strangers, so he didn't answer it.
Therefore, in such a comparison, Lu Junhan was more likely to reply.
Jian Yi and Jian Chenglang had exactly the same idea as the previous director.
That is, these three fathers, as long as one of them can come.
As long as Lu Junhan comes, the other three little guys will all be his!
Jian Yi and Jian Chenglang will be able to escape.
Jian Chenglang copied Lu Junhan's number and sent a friend request: Your daughter is with me.
Jian Chenglang waited for a while, but there was no response from the other side. Maybe Lu Junhan didn't see it, or maybe he saw it, so he didn't bother to pay attention.
Fortunately, three minutes later.
The application was approved.
Jian Chenglang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
He really didn't expect that he was really hit by his brother.
But before he could continue sending messages, he asked Lu Junhan to come to the police station to pick him up.
I saw Lu Junhan on the opposite side directly sent a message.
Lu Junhan: Your conditions
The sea, the sea: ? ?
Lu Junhan: What conditions do you need to release him
The sea, the sea: ? ?
Jian Chenglang has a high EQ, and his IQ is not low, so he quickly realized that Lu Junhan thought he was a human trafficker or a kidnapper, so he immediately laughed angrily.
No wonder it took three minutes to reply. I'm afraid Lu Junhan called the hospital just now to confirm that the little girl was not there, so his application was approved.
But now is not the time to worry about this, sending the little ones away is the business.
Dahai, Dahai: Don't think about it! I'm Jian Chenglang, Jian Yi's younger brother. My brother and I are at the police station now. Come and pick up your daughter.
There was silence on the other side for a long time.
Lu Junhan: Tell me, what conditions do you need to keep people here
The sea, the sea: ...
The sea, the sea: ? ? ? ? ? ?