The Villains Want Hugs [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Mufeng was still angry at first, but when he heard the bodyguard's words, he almost exploded: "Didn't I tell you to follow along?"

The bodyguard brother was almost frightened, "Master, I have been waiting at the door, but the young master entered the last compartment, and the skylight inside was opened for some reason..."

Jiang Mufeng said nothing with a cold face, suddenly realized something, turned to look at Mu Cheng: "You were so anxious just now, did you know that something would happen to my brother?"

Mu Cheng ignored him, but directly called Mu Gan, and his voice was as cold as zero: "Father, where is Jiang Meng?"

Mu Gan on the other end of the phone sneered, and his old voice contained a hint of anger: "Why, I thought of looking for your father when I was lost?"

Mu Cheng closed his eyes and gritted his teeth tightly: "His body is not fully healed yet, please tell your subordinates to be careful, if you dare to hurt him at all—"

"Hey," Mu Gan interrupted him with a cold snort, his tone resembling that of the villainous boss in a dog blood idol drama, "you are still thinking of threatening me at this moment?"

"No," Mu Cheng replied blankly, "I will do what you want me to do, but the premise is that my people must stand in front of me intact."

Mu Gan scolded in a low voice, "Useless bastard," then pondered for a few seconds before saying bitterly, "I have to meet that child in person. Since you don't want to come back to the United States, then I will I will come to see you in person.”

There was a look of struggle in Mu Cheng's eyes, but he quickly covered it up: "The location, I'll go there."

Seeing that Mu Cheng hung up the phone, Jiang Mufeng's face was already darkened. He grabbed Mu Cheng's collar and asked, "I really underestimated Dr. Mu. I really didn't expect your house to be on the road. Are you a jerk? You should explain it clearly to me, why did you involve my brother?"

"Mr. Jiang," Mu Cheng returned to his original calm and indifferent appearance, his voice was calm and calm: "Give me some time, I will use my life to guarantee that Mengmeng is fine."

Jiang Mufeng knew that now was not the time to argue. His baby brother was spoiled and pampered since he was a child. How many crimes, thinking of those appalling cases of kidnapping and tearing up tickets, immediately made him lose his footing in worry.

Another bodyguard brother waited at the side in fear, and asked in a low voice: "Master, should we report this matter to the old general?"

The Jiang family is considered a big and famous family here, and the power they can mobilize is by no means a drop in the bucket, but Jiang Mufeng can see that this is related to the family affairs of that bastard Mu Cheng, it can be big or small, and rash actions might anger the crazy old man on the phone Son.

If Jiang Meng's kidnapping was made known to grandpa with great fanfare, not to mention the waste of people and money, it would be a shocking bomb to their family. Even if Mu Cheng brought her out intact in the end, it would inevitably usher in a bloodbath.

Jiang Mufeng frowned and pondered for a moment, then waved his hands: "Don't say it for now." Then he faced Mu Cheng again, and his tone was still not very good: "Can you do it alone? Do you need help?"

Mu Cheng glanced at the time, and patted Jiang Mufeng on the shoulder: "You help me pick up Duan Shao, and I can do other things by myself."

After speaking, Mu Cheng turned and left, and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the airport.

At the same time, Jiang Meng, who was in the process of being "kidnapped", was actually a little bit overwhelmed.

A few minutes ago, he was drinking water comfortably, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a carriage full of black glass, and there were several ferocious and wild men sitting beside him.

Jiang Meng said "ah", and hurried to touch her pants, only to find that her little brother was still obediently lying in her crotch, she was relieved, and asked in a not-so-friendly tone: "Hey, where are you?" Who is it?"

Using anesthesia to get him into the car, it should be that he was kidnapped and did not run away, but the gang neither tied him up with a rope, nor directly stuffed him in the trunk, but leaned him comfortably on the back seat of the car !

The wild men didn't make a sound, and didn't even look at him.

Jiang Meng looked around for a while, picked a big man with a good face and asked: "Brother, I have been ill for more than three years and have been in a coma. Who did I offend and insisted on kidnapping me?" ?”

The wild man turned his head, a huge black mole on his face made his eyes look hot: "Shut up."

Jiang Meng pursed her lips, and calmed down knowingly.

Since you don't have the strength to restrain a chicken, you'd better behave yourself.

The car was driving unhurriedly all the time, Jiang Meng looked left and right boredly, and finally saw Ji Xiaopang with a constipated expression in a corner.

"Chicken Xiaopang, what is the origin of this group of people who kidnapped me?" Jiang Meng was puzzled, and really couldn't figure out who really disliked him.

"Well," Ji Xiaopang hesitated for half a second, and still answered truthfully: "It's Mu Cheng's father, Mu Gan, a very nervous old man who wanted Mu Cheng to return to the United States to inherit the family business, but our Mu Cheng The doctor is deeply rooted in love and can't leave~"

Jiang Meng was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense of impotence. Thinking of Mu Cheng's face, she sighed: "Oh, I didn't expect that Mu Cheng's big boss temperament is hereditary."

Ji Xiaopang's eyes lit up, and he immediately began to promote his own boss: "Mu Cheng is definitely an awesome second-generation diamond-level rich man. He is handsome and pays back a lot of money! But, he treats money like dirt and devotes himself to medical research. I didn't expect to come up with a daughter-in-law..."

Jiang Meng didn't have much interest in listening, but felt that she was really unlucky: "So his father arrested me and forced his son to listen to his father's words?"

"Pfft——" Ji Xiaopang couldn't help being happy, and gave Jiang Meng a thumbs up: "That's right, boss, because you are this in Mu Cheng's heart, you are his weakness, he has to give in."

Jiang Meng couldn't tell what it was like, she seemed to feel worthless for Mu Cheng.

"Boss, suppose the person you are looking for is actually Mu Cheng... What do you think?" Ji Xiaopang asked cautiously.

Jiang Meng's expression froze.

In fact, during the recent period, as the time spent with Mu Cheng has become longer and longer, this kind of assumption has taken root in his heart. Mu Cheng is too similar to Chong Yan in his memory, and he looks domineering and charming when he smiles... …

But if Mu Cheng is Chong Yan, why didn't that guy say anything?Could it be that she was waiting for him to fall in love with him again?

Jiang Meng might be a little angry when he thought of this, he said to Ji Xiaopang with a cold face: "We don't make that kind of assumption."

No longer thinking about Chong Yan, Jiang Meng decided to focus on the current kidnapping case.

Judging from the means of these big men, Mu Cheng's father was still polite to Jiang Meng. Rather than kidnapping, this encounter was actually more like an invitation that could not be resisted.

Jiang Meng scratched her head depressedly, thinking about how to face Mu Cheng's own father for a while.

After finally driving to the destination, the big man with a mole on his face covered Jiang Meng's eyes with a cloth towel, and even pulled a piece of tape to stick it on Jiang Meng's mouth.

Jiang Meng protested with a "woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Jiang Meng: "..."

Jiang Meng couldn't see or speak, and was led out of the car by a big man like a handicapped person. He vaguely heard someone walking around, saying "bah bah bah" in English.

Jiang Meng's English was taught by a physical education teacher, and it was as if he was listening to the bible. He called Chicken Little Fatty in his heart, and asked nervously, "What are they talking about?"

Ji Xiaopang couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said helplessly, "We're talking about whether it's better to steam it or braise it in brown sauce."

Jiang Meng's face turned pale, "Mu Cheng's father has the habit of cannibalism?"

Ji Xiaopang held his head and said weakly: "Mu Cheng doesn't have his father, but Mu Cheng does."

Jiang Meng pondered for a long time before reacting, and laughed and cursed in her heart: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Although the big fellows around him looked like a big, silly country man, they could still speak English fluently. They escorted Jiang Meng into a certain building from left to right, and because they disliked Jiang Meng's legs in the middle Er Duan walked too slowly, and directly set him up like a roast suckling pig.

Jiang Meng, whose feet were in the air, grimaced bitterly, but Ji Xiaopang burst out laughing.

The big men finally put Jiang Meng down, only to hear an old man next to his ear speak, his voice was thick and full of penetrating power: "Take those messy things away, I want to see what this child looks like! "

"Yes!" The big guys quickly took off the cloth and tape on Jiang Meng's face, and pressed their rough palms on Jiang Meng's shoulders.

Jiang Meng's eyelashes were crooked under the weight of the cloth towel, but her swarthy eyes still shone like little stars. Her face was delicate and her skin was flawless, really like a porcelain doll carved with jade bracelets.

Mu Gan narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt that Jiang Meng was somewhat similar to the puppet cat he raised.

"Hi, hello." Jiang Meng looked at Mu Cheng's father and was a little scared.

The old man in front of him has gray hair and looks about the same age as his grandfather. Although he is old, he is full of energy. He sits there with a radiant face. The cool and domineering aura that has dragged him for half his life cannot be ignored.

Jiang Meng beat a drum in her heart, and called Ji Xiaopang in a panic: "Are you sure this is Mu Cheng's father and not grandpa?"

Ji Xiaopang nodded to confirm: "That's Dad, Mu Cheng is the youngest of his many sons."

Jiang Meng: "..."

In that case, does Mu Gan have to have a few concubines?

"Is this really the real world? Did I accidentally time travel to Mary Su's novel again?" Facing this situation, Jiang Meng was not sure.

"No and no," Ji Xiaopang said, "Reality is always better than fiction."

"Tell me, what conditions will allow you to leave my son voluntarily?" Mu Gan said suddenly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Jiang Mengxin said that it is coming, the classic lines in the dog blood drama finally appeared.

"Mr. Mu," Jiang Meng struggled with the wording, and clarified slowly: "Actually, your son and I have... not developed to the step you imagined..."

We are not even lovers, you really misunderstood!

Mu Gan was still immersed in his own world and couldn't extricate himself. He snorted and interrupted: "I don't care about your thoughts. My son must be you, so I can't keep you."

Jiang Meng was almost scared to pee when she heard it. Is this the rhythm of tearing up tickets? !

"Mr. Mu..." Jiang Meng frowned, with tears in her eyes, "Murder is illegal..."

At this time, the big man with a mole received a call and went to Mu Gan to ask for instructions.

Mu Gan lit a cigar and smoked, asked the big man with a mole to take Jiang Meng down, then stood up, and Shi Shiran left.

Jiang Meng: QAQ

"Did Mu Cheng come to save me?" Jiang Meng was locked into the small dark room, crouching in the corner with her knees hugged, looking like a frost beating a cabbage.

"Well," Ji Xiaopang looked uninspired, as if he felt a little tired, "Boss, I have to work overtime, and then you will have to rely on yourself!"

Jiang Meng knows that Ji Xiaopang is a busy person recently... Bah, busy chicken, so she stretched out her hand and blew a kiss to reward it: "Go, fix the system as soon as possible, and let me restore my memory!"

Ji Xiaopang disappeared in the blink of an eye. Jiang Meng squatted in the room for a while, and vaguely heard someone passing by the door.

It was another long list of English that I didn't understand, and this time it seemed to have a taste of Northeast China.

A series of ellipses flew through Jiang Meng's mind, and he was about to quietly lie on the crack of the door to listen carefully, but when he stood up just now, he didn't know if the blood supply to the brain was insufficient due to squatting for too long, he only felt that his vision changed. It became blurred, and a golden light shone in front of my eyes for a moment.

There was a "ding" sound in my mind, and Ji Xiaopang's excited voice, as excited as drinking half a case of Red Bull, came from my ears: "Boss, Boss, I'm so happy!"