My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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0913

"This... "What's going on? This Island Lord never doesn't want to pick up the phone. We want the driver to turn it on 24 hours a day."

Ye Fan frowned, seeing that the traffic light had stopped at the intersection, he said, "I'll run back and take a look. After you guys have passed the traffic light, go to the side and stop the car."

"I'm not sure, but this is a bit strange." Ye Fan said.

What made Ye Fan puzzled was that Fog Night was not weak. With the Hundred Shadow Skill, it would be even more difficult to catch her.

If anyone attacked her, she could fight or run, and she wouldn't make a single move.

But now, Fog Night had suddenly disappeared with the car. There was no reaction at all. It didn't seem like a kidnapping at all.

Ye Fan patted on Feng Yueying's thigh to reassure her, then opened the door and walked out.

After looking at the surrounding roads, Ye Fan chose to enter an alley, crossing it and taking a shortcut.

Feng Yue Ying sat in the car and watched the man's back as he left. After pondering for a moment, she took out her phone and made a call.

Not long after, the call connected and the voice of a Chinese man came over.

"Boss Wei, we met with some problems on the way here, it might be that the God of Concealment's people appeared again. The car that the driver used to drive on this island was lost …" "You and the other executives of the company must be careful" reminded Feng Yueying.

When Wei Ming heard this, he asked in bewilderment, "This island? We don't have a driver named Honshu in the company, and we don't have any staff … "

"What?" Feng Yueying looked doubtfully at Little Linshan Qi, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, and said, "Didn't Little Linjun bring them? Aren't they the two drivers, Fukuda and Honda?"

Hearing this, Feng Yueying's face turned pale. She wanted to say something, but a gun was already in front of her!

Little Lin Yamazaki turned around and gave a signal with his hand and said with an evil smile, "Miss Feng, give me your cell phone."

Feng Yueying was secretly regretting. She had actually not been at the airport with Wei Ming, the general manager, to first confirm that she had Ye Fan with her, so she was too careless.

Feng Yuying ignored Wei Ming's question and quietly hung up the phone. She handed the phone over and coldly asked, "Are you people from God's Concealment?"

With a pinch from little Lin Yamazaki, his phone was crushed into a pile of garbage and thrown out of the window by him.

"Miss Feng, you don't need to ask too much. If you know too much, it will only be disadvantageous for you."

Feng Yueying's eyes flashed as she looked at the car door, hesitating about whether she should find an opportunity to stop the car, run into more places, and then find a way to ask for help.

However, little Lin Yamazaki turned around and sneered, "Don't do meaningless things. If you dare to run and get off the car, I will shoot without hesitation … …" "Don't worry, I won't kill you, but your beautiful long legs won't be able to protect you anymore …"

Feng Yueying was helpless, and could only sit there obediently.

After about half an hour, the car slowly drove into a luxurious residential area.

After entering one of the rooms, he drove into the garage and got out of the car. He then opened the door.

"Miss Feng, please." Xiao Lin extended his hand, indicating for Feng Yueying to go upstairs to the main room.

Feng Yueying had no other choice but to follow Xiao Lin up to the mansion.

The entire living room was decorated in a simple and low-key manner, but it didn't lose any of its extravagance.

Black bodyguards in sunglasses stood in every corner, keeping a close watch on the outside of the house.

Just as Feng Yueying was wondering what kind of place this was, an unfamiliar lady with a sexy figure, dressed in a red dress, walked out.

This woman looked to be of an age, but she also looked to be in her thirties.

Feng Yueying frowned, "Who are you?" Have we met? "

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …" The girl raised her brows and said, "What, you can't recognize my voice? Although we haven't seen each other for a few times, but it's not like we didn't have any impression of each other, right?

The moment Feng Yueying heard this, her face was filled with shock!

"Tong …" Tong Huizhen!? Didn't you die!? "

Tong Hui Jin laughed: "That's just because you guys think that you guys killed my son, causing me to suffer all the torture while living a good life in Hua Hai …

Feng Yuehui was confused, "You... Why are you here? What does God's Concealment have to do with you? "

"Yes sir!"

Little Lin Yamazaki and Fu Tian grabbed Feng Yueying, one on each side, and pushed the woman into a room behind a metal door.

Feng Yueying struggled, but it was to no avail. The strength of these two fellows was simply too astonishing.

Feng Yueying was a bit regretful. If she had known earlier, she would have let Ye Fan teach her martial arts. She wouldn't have been so weak as to be completely helpless against him.

Soon after, the helmet-shaped apparatus on top of the chair slowly descended, covering half of Feng Yueying's head.

Tong Hui Zhen put on a white coat and wearing rubber gloves. He picked up a syringe and jokingly said: "Don't be afraid, there is no pain … …" "You'll know nothing once I give you this injection …"

Feng Yueying panicked to the extreme. She remembered that Ye Fan had once mentioned that Song Xinghe was able to transplant memories while creating a bionic human.

Although she did not understand any of these scientific principles, the apparatus before her eyes was most likely trying to replicate the information in her brain and use it to create her bionic human!

Just thinking of this point was enough to make one's hair stand on end. If they were to use their bionic humans to harm Ye Fan, Su Qingxue, and the others, wouldn't they be done for?!

Feng Yueying struggled with all her might. Her delicate wrists were scratched on the cuffs, but it was in vain! Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.