Fortunately, the ointment in the hospital finally took effect and the wound was slowly healing. If he still didn't know that he was poisoned by Ye Jun at this time, he would really be a fool.
Haha, Ye Jun is only capable of this. He can only make his skin itchy for a few days. Wu Fan showed sarcasm in his eyes, but in his mind he had a vicious plan to make Ye Jun bow to him.
Wu Fan began to plan, and finally on the night of New Year's Eve, he saw children happily setting off fireworks in front of the Cheng family's courtyard.
Taking advantage of the night, he quietly walked to Xiao Chengli's side, chopped him unconscious with a knife, and then left quickly. He originally wanted to take Xiao Chengli away from the capital, but there was no train leaving that night.
He could only entrust Cheng Li to his childhood friend, and told him that if he didn't show up for a week, he would send the little guy away to his ex-wife in Hexi.
That is Xuhui’s biological mother. You actually took someone else’s son away and refused to return him. Then I will let you taste what it feels like to have your own son taken away by someone else.
The childhood friend was somewhat reluctant. The child was fair, tender and delicate, and it was obvious that he had been brought up in a pampered environment. It would be fine if he were to raise the child for a week, but sending the child from the capital to Hexi seemed a bit too much.
Wu Fan gritted his teeth and took out a bank passbook from his pocket. Inside it was his savings of many years, a total of 10,000 yuan.
My childhood friend's eyes began to wander. His life was really hard. He didn't even have a fixed place to live. He didn't know where his next meal would come from after the last one.
If he had this ten thousand yuan, and he still owed Wu Fan a favor when he was a child, this kind of thing seemed acceptable.
The two agreed on a time and place to meet. The childhood friend took the passbook, carried Cheng Li on his back, and disappeared into the night that night, waiting for a week before making a decision.
Thinking of this, Wu Fan looked at Cheng Qiao's nervous expression and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"I sent your son Cheng Li away. If you want to see him, let Ye Jun treat me first. Oh, and you have to remove the poison from my body first."
"Where is my son Cheng Li?"
Cheng Qiao ignored Wu Fan and asked again.
Wu Fan glanced at Cheng Qiao and sneered.
"You bitch, if you want to know where your son is, help me detoxify immediately, otherwise you can't blame me if your son dies."
"Pah~"
A loud slap hit Wu Fan's face. Li Huan took action and called someone a bitch.
Wu Fan's cheek hurt, and his eyes became vicious:
"Haha, if you want to see your son, go see the King of Hell."
"See you here, King of Hell..."
Cheng Qiao repeated this sentence, and suddenly remembered that Xu Laidi in his previous life had said the same thing to him. A surge of anger burst out from his chest, and suddenly an exquisite medicine box appeared in his hand.
The lid of the medicine box opened, revealing a few drops. Cheng Qiao took out a tube of eye drops, put away the medicine box, and walked towards Wu Fan.
Wu Fan's heart was beating fast, and he always felt that the eye drops were not a good thing. When he saw Cheng Qiao approaching, he shouted uncontrollably:
"ah… "
As soon as the sound was made, something was thrown into his mouth and melted in his mouth. Wu Fan didn't even have the chance to spit. At the same time, his eyes felt cool and comfortable, making him unwilling to open his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, there was no flashlight in the room. Wu Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It was really uncomfortable to have the flashlight shining in his eyes.
"I'll give you one last chance. Where is my son?"
Cheng Qiao spoke again. Wu Fan thought Cheng Qiao had turned off the flashlight. A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he still asked himself:
"I… "
Wu Fan wanted to ask Ye Jun to treat his son if he wanted to see him, but his mouth moved but no sound came out of his throat. His eyes...
"You want to ask me if the flashlight is off, I tell you it's not, it's shining in your eyes."
Cheng Qiao spoke again.
Wu Fan's heart finally sank into the ground. His hands and feet could not move, his throat could not make any sound, and perhaps he could not even see. What was the point of living like this
"Give me the antidote and I'll tell you where Cheng Li is."
Cheng Qiao looked at Wu Fan's lips. A pill that was so bitter that it made people sick entered his mouth. Suddenly, his throat felt itchy and he started coughing uncontrollably.
"Tell me, where is my son?"
"It's my childhood friend's place."
"Where is your childhood friend? Don't play tricks. I will go and verify it right away."
"I don't know where he is."
"You're playing with me."
Li Huan was furious. He grabbed Wu Fan by the collar and pulled him up. Wu Fan shook his head repeatedly, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"I really didn't know where he was. I let him leave that day, and we agreed to meet at the Ancient City Tower seven days later."
"Why seven days later?"
Wu Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He wanted to wait until the Li family got anxious before going to negotiate terms. But who knew that he was so itchy that he couldn't go out at all. When he was no longer itchy and could go out, he was poisoned again.
Cheng Qiao and Li Huan looked at each other and saw anxiety in each other's eyes. Li Huan took a deep breath and asked him to tell him the original address of Fa Xiao.
More than half an hour later, Cheng Qiao and Li Huan rode their bicycles to the doorstep of Wu Fan's childhood friend's house. They flicked the flashlight and saw the number plate on the door, which was exactly the same as what Wu Fan had described.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Li Huan knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside. Instead, the door next door opened, and an old man looked at Li Huan vigilantly:
"Who are you looking for so late at night?"
"Is Ah San here?"
“No.”
"Do you know where he went?"
"I don't know. It seems like I haven't seen anyone for three or four days."
"With a child?"
"I don't know who you are. Why are you looking for someone so late at night? I'm going to call the police."
"Asan owes my family money, I'm here to collect it."
Hearing that it was a debt collector, the old man looked at Li Huan with sympathy. He also lent this poor guy two dollars. He originally thought that he could pay it back before the New Year, but he never expected that the person would disappear.
"Uncle, is this house Ah San's own home or a rented house?"
"How could that little jerk have his own house? Oh, you guys reminded me that the little jerk probably couldn't afford the rent, so he ran away."
"Uncle, can we go in and take a look?"
The old man nodded, but a look of disdain appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew what the young couple was thinking, and he guaranteed that the little punk's house was filled with nothing but garbage and dust.
The old man took out a kitchen knife from his room. Li Huan and Cheng Qiao were both shocked. Cheng Qiao had anesthetic powder in his hand, ready to make the old man feel unconscious when he took action.
Li Huan even took a step forward and protected Cheng Qiao behind him. He stared at the kitchen knife in the old man's hand, his whole body tense, ready for a fight.