I went viral after dressing as a fucking villain

Crystal clear tears fell one by one along with the turbid rain. In these teardrops, Jiang Yihong saw a true feeling.

This kind of true love was invisible to Su Hanying in the past. In the past, she was domineering, violent and arrogant. She shed such a tear, but she was also pretending to be pitiful in front of the media reporters, which made people disgusted.

Inadvertently, the coldness in Jiang Yihong's eyes subsided a lot, and the expression on his face was not as stiff as when he entered the door.

"Mr. Jiang." Su Hanying pursed her lips tightly, her voice choked with sobs, "Anyway, Ruirui also has your blood. He has been missing for more than six hours. Please, save him."

She lowered her eyes, her eyes were dim, her brows were tightly frowned, and she looked sad, "Mr. Jiang, as long as, as long as you can save Ruirui, I will pay whatever price you want."

"Any price is fine?" Jiang Yihong frowned, moved his thin lips coldly, and his fingertips trembled slightly, "Even if you want to get out of here from now on, and never appear in front of my eyes again?"

"Yes." Su Hanying nodded heavily, without any hesitation, "As long as Mr. Jiang can find Ruirui, I can leave the company, leave this city, and never appear in front of you again."

Now Su Hanying has no feelings for Jiang Yihong, and doesn't want to have any contact with him.

For her, the most important thing now is Xiao Baozi. As long as he is good, he can do anything, no matter what he pays, even his life.

In the hands of the original owner, the little bun suffered a lot, but now she gave him only a few days of happiness, and she couldn't bear to let that little guy suffer any more.

She will do her best to protect him.

This is the promise Su Hanying silently made when she first came here.

She clenched her fists tightly, and the firm gleam in her eyes was her belief.

Sitting at the desk, Jiang Yihong stared coldly at the person in front of him, and found that the expression in Su Hanying's eyes was completely different from before, with more tenderness and sincerity, and less sharpness and selfishness.

And Su Hanying's answer just now made him feel shocked and unfamiliar.

Is this the person who is delusional to rely on his son to rise to power?Is such an answer really what she would say?
The assistant on the side also froze in place, with his mouth open in extreme surprise, staring at Su Hanying's back in disbelief, his pupils slightly dilated.

"Okay, remember what you said." Jiang Yihong stared at her indifferently, then moved his clear eyes to the assistant.

Just when he was about to open his mouth to give instructions, the mobile phone on the table suddenly flashed brightly, and a crisp ringtone suddenly occurred to him.

It was a text message from an unknown phone.

"Su Mingrui is in my hands. If you want him to return home safely, immediately release a message to the public and tell the public to leave the entertainment industry from now on and never come back again."

Seeing this news, Su Hanying couldn't wait to type a sentence, "Okay, you guarantee the safety of the child, and I will do as you said."

But Jiang Yihong suddenly stopped her.

"Don't move, if you say it now, it's tantamount to putting the child in danger." He frowned thoughtfully, his eyes rolling.

"But, if you don't stabilize him, will he hurt Ruirui?" Su Hanying's stiff body trembled, her eyes pale.

A strong sense of fear quietly surged into her heart.

She has never been so scared like now. She is afraid of hearing bad news and losing Xiao Baozi.

"His goal is you. As long as you don't reply to him, he won't get the answer he wants, and the child is safe." Jiang Yihong moved his lips slightly, showing his coldness.

"Assistant, give this number to the technical department. I want the IP address within 10 minutes." He glanced at the assistant coldly, and ordered coldly.

"Yes." The assistant strode over, wrote down the string of numbers, and turned to leave.

Ten seconds later, Jiang Yihong made a call and said a few words in a low voice.

"Now, what are we going to do now?" The pale Su Hanying stared closely at the person in front of him, swallowing nervously, with a panicked expression.

"Wait, wait for the news." Jiang Yihong lowered his eyes and his voice was cold.

"Wait." Su Hanying murmured, biting her lips anxiously, her eyes kept scanning the ground, her hands were tightly clasped in front of her chest, trembling constantly.

In less than 10 minutes, the assistant ran into the office quickly, put a document on Jiang Yihong's desk, and reported breathlessly: "Mr. Jiang, I found it. The address of this mobile phone number is in a suburb of the city." In a small village."

Hearing the assistant's words, Su Hanying silently wrote down the words on the document, turned around and ran out.

But a cold voice stopped her.

"Go from here, fifty kilometers, and it will be dawn when you get there."

After finishing the sentence, Jiang Yihong walked past Su Hanying, left the office with big strides, and walked straight to the parking lot.

In the underground parking lot, there were two black cars waiting. Jiang Yihong got on the first one, and Su Hanying got on the other one consciously.

Two cars, one in front and one behind, galloped on the avenue, passed through the bustling urban area, and walked from the colorful neon lights to the small road illuminated by dim street lights.

Bypassing the muddy village road, the car stopped at an inconspicuous place at the entrance of the village.

"Hongling Village NO.13." Su Hanying chanted the address in her mind, got out of the car impatiently, and searched for the address of this door.

"No. 13, where is No. 13?" She walked lightly and kept walking.

The cold-faced Jiang Yihong and a dozen bodyguards in black with stern faces walked behind silently.

Two minutes later, Su Hanying stopped in front of a red house, and her gaze was fixed on the small blue sign next to it, "Hongling Village NO.2."

Jiang Yihong, who was standing behind, waved his hand coldly, and the two bodyguards immediately walked to the door, and gently pried open the lock.

The iron door was opened, and Su Hanying couldn't wait to walk in, eagerly looking for the little figure, but there was no light and no one on the empty first floor.

Where is the little bun?Where the hell is he?
With a heavy heart, Su Hanying wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked at the darkness in front of her hastily.

Suddenly, at the end of the corridor, she saw a narrow staircase.

While the others were still searching the rooms on the first floor, she walked up without hesitation, and Su Mingrui's weak figure came into her eyes.

The little guy lay quietly on the dirty sofa, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Next to him was a fat black man with a beard.

The man was shirtless drinking beer, watching a singing show that Qiao Qingxin participated in on TV, with a lewd look on his face.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound downstairs, and the man immediately turned his head vigilantly, and his stern gaze fell on Su Hanying's face.

"Su Hanying, you?" He was startled, then rushed to Su Mingrui's side as fast as he could, strangled his neck, and threatened sharply, "You, don't come here!"