Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

At the speed at which Liu Yin slammed on the accelerator, the five-hour drive was shortened by three full hours.

Just halfway out of the car, Cheng Qiyan saw his mother-in-law who was looking anxiously at the door of the hospital, the cold wind blowing her suddenly graying hair, her whole body haggard as if she had aged ten years.

Cheng Qiyan stepped forward to catch her mother-in-law's crumbling body, patted her on the back like a child and comforted her in a low voice.

The mother-in-law's crying gradually turned into choked sobs, and she described what happened to her son-in-law incoherently.

"Your dad and I have always had the habit of going to Guangci Temple to burn incense and eat vegetarian food, but when we went back that afternoon, the child disappeared... Woohoo, what can we do, Qiyan... Mom and Dad are sorry..."

"Mom, don't say that..."

"Qiyan, is the child okay?" Mother-in-law raised her head, hoping to find affirmation from Cheng Qiyan.

"No, Mom, with me here, nothing will happen. How is Dad doing now?"

"Your dad couldn't stand the blow...he's still unconscious, the doctor said...that he's still in danger, and now he's in the intensive care unit..."

All Cheng Qiyan can do now is to comfort her. Mo's mother still couldn't hold back the torrential tears, but she still nodded vigorously, because she was willing to believe, because Cheng Qiyan was the pillar, seeing him made her feel more at ease, at least not hopeless.

As if the tight string could finally be relaxed, Mo's mother fainted in Cheng Qiyan's arms.

"Mom, what's the matter with you...Mom—doctor, doctor, come quickly!!!"

The situation was so bad that it couldn't get any worse. All of a sudden, it was the end of the road.

Cheng Qiyan sat on the bench in the corridor, buried his face in his hands, when Liu Yin came over, he looked up, didn't speak, and buried his head again.

"Just received news that Yecheng police found a warehouse not far from the outskirts of the city, which seems to be the place where the kidnappers stayed..."

"What?" Cheng Qiyan's attitude suddenly became concerned.

"The kidnapper was also found. He was the principal of a high school. When he was found, the guy was only half alive. He had suffered serious sexual assault and had a very serious anal fissure..."

When Cheng Qiyan heard this, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, "Who the hell told you to talk about this, I am concerned about my daughter, where is she now?"

"They didn't find your daughter, but they found this at the scene..."

Liu Yin spread out his hand, and inside was a shiny strawberry hairpin, which he bought for Xiao Ting.

Cheng Qiyan picked up the cute hairpin with a soft black hair on it, and he stared blankly.

"According to the headmaster's account, he did kidnap your daughter, originally to threaten Li Li..."

"Mo Li?" Cheng Qiyan couldn't believe it.

"Yes, it's your brother-in-law Mo Li—" Liu Yin explained the reasons for the incident in detail.

Cheng Qiyan rolled his eyes helplessly, that guy actually did that kind of thing, he must have gone to save someone by himself when he disappeared inexplicably a few days ago, that dangerous person, why did I ignore him! !

"Later, a group of unknown people kidnapped Li Li and your daughter. According to various signs, they were kidnapped for the second time."

It's like being locked in a closed space surrounded by white walls. Everything you can see can't provide any information, and even your imagination is blocked. Who are those people and why?

Want money?Or die?Deliberately circle around, but can't even find a general direction.Cheng Qiyan holds the mobile phone in his palm, praying for a call, blackmail and blackmail

Well, but time passed by every minute and every second, but the world was still dead silent.

Cheng Qiyan didn't dare to face up to the humble wish in his heart, let him know that it would be good to know that Xiao Ting is still alive...

But now there is no news about everything, and Cheng Qiyan has to think about the horror. He is desperate in the dark, as if he is being swallowed by despair.