The CEO's favorite: don't run away from your sweet wife

The female kidnapper looked at Jing Mochen's gloomy face, and under his prompting, said cautiously, "You can let the kidnapped woman go."

"Anyway, we got the money, so it's pointless to keep that hostage."

"Besides, that hostage has already suffered from severe uremia, so he should be sent back to the hospital as soon as possible."

The kidnapper at the other end was still engrossed in the dream of getting so much money, and immediately became unhappy when his accomplice mentioned the hostage.

"Where are there any hostages? Speaking of this makes people feel unlucky."

"You said that you had severe uremia, and you didn't do kidney dialysis, and you didn't take medicine, and you died yesterday."

"Oh, don't worry about it so much, as long as you get the money back, we can go abroad after sharing the money, and don't worry about that dead man."

What the police and robbers said made the atmosphere in the car freeze instantly, frighteningly depressed.

Jing Mochen's face was gloomy like the surface of the sea before a storm, and his whole body was filled with a cold and gloomy aura.

Rong Yuyan died, unexpectedly.

He subconsciously looked at Yang Yuxi who was in a coma, and a strong fear rose in his heart unconsciously.

He didn't dare to think about how his wife would collapse when she knew the bad news.

And the kidnapper who was held hostage was also scared out of his wits by the news of his companion, and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Boss, isn't it? The one I saw yesterday morning is still alive, although it looks a little weaker, it's fine."

"Since we've got so much money, we shouldn't do such cruel things as tearing up tickets. It's terrible."

The person on the other end of the phone was upset and began to curse.

"Who the hell is your accomplice? Why should I lie to you with this kind of thing?"

"Who wants to tear up votes? Labor and management just want to make a lot of money to spend."

"Do you think I want to die? Who knows that it's just such bad luck, isn't it just two days, what can I do if people die."

"You don't have to worry about these messy things, hurry up and bring the money back, and let's run away after we share the money."

The leader of the kidnappers immediately hung up the phone, and the car fell into a depressing silence.

The kidnapped female kidnapper was so frightened that she didn't even dare to vent her anger, because she was afraid that Jing Mochen, who was in a rage, would kill her directly.

Unexpectedly, the cold-faced Jing Mochen didn't say a word, but gently placed Yang Yuxi, who was knocked out by her, on his lap, his expression was gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The more this happened, the more frightened the female kidnapper was, for fear that her head would fall off at any time.

After driving for two hours like this, the car finally stopped near a long-abandoned warehouse.

Jing Mochen's eyes also burst out with a bloodthirsty light, and he took out his mobile phone and gave instructions to the dozen or so cars following them.

"Surround the entire warehouse. Anyone who dares to escape will be shot in the head!"

After finishing the words, his cold eyes turned to the female kidnapper again, "Let's lead the way now."

The female kidnapper was frightened to death, her legs and feet kept shaking, but she still could only endure the fear in her heart and got out of the car, walking carefully in front.

Behind her, more than a dozen guns were pointed at her head. As long as she made any abnormal behavior, she would be shot into a hornet's nest.

Jing Mochen sat in the car without moving, hugging Yang Yuxi.

At this time, he was so scared that he wished that Yang Yuxi would not wake up if he fell asleep all this time.

Because he didn't know if she would break down when she woke up and found out that her mother had fallen ill and died.

Ten minutes later, the kidnappers hiding in the abandoned warehouse were all subdued by the people brought by Jing Mochen.

Jing Mochen, whose expression was as cold as ice, mustered up the courage to wake up the woman in his arms.

"Yuxi, wake up quickly."

Yang Yuxi, who was pinched so painfully among the people, finally woke up faintly, and after a short period of confusion, he directly climbed up from Jing Mochen's lap.

"Any news about my mother?"

When Jing Mochen met her expectant eyes, he felt a little guilty.

"I found it. It's in the warehouse. I'll take you there."

Yang Yuxi's heart sank when he heard something strange in his voice.

"Is it because my mother's condition is not good. My mother was not torn apart, right?"

Jing Mochen was really afraid of seeing her collapse, so he said insincerely, "I haven't been torn apart."

It's just that Yang Yuxi's mother died before being torn apart.

But Jing Mochen didn't dare to tell her the last sentence.

"Yuxi, don't ask so many questions, let's go in and have a look first."

Led by the bodyguards, Yang Yuxi hurriedly walked towards the warehouse, without noticing that the footsteps of the man behind her were getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, he stopped at the door of a room.

"Ma'am, the old lady is inside."

Yang Yuxi was eager to unscrew the door, but was held back by Jing Mochen.

"What are you doing, I'm about to see my mother, are you so unhappy?"

Facing his wife's anger, Jing Mochen's expression was unusually serious.

"Mom's situation is not very good, Yuxi, you have to be mentally prepared."

The more he said this, the more worried Yang Yuxi became, and he twisted the door open.

In the dark room, only a faint light came in from the window.

Rong Yuyan lay directly on the cold stone floor, facing the wall, motionless.

Yang Yuxi was so distressed that she ran over as fast as she could.

"Mom, Mo Chen and I finally found you. We made you suffer. Let's go home together."

Rong Yuyan remained motionless, and Yang Yuxi's bad premonition grew stronger, and she reached out to touch her mother's hand.

However, at the moment when they met, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky fell on her head, killing her three souls and seven souls.

Yang Yuxi couldn't believe her feelings, she called softly, "Mom, wake up, look at me."

Rong Yuyan's body was so cold that there was no warmth at all, she was curled up stiffly, unable to breathe, and could no longer open her eyes.

Yang Yuxi bent her legs and knelt directly on the ground, crying heart-piercingly.

"Mom, don't scare me, just see if I'm alright."

"Mom, don't sleep anymore, look at me."

However, no matter how she called, the woman who had loved her for more than [-] years was no longer conscious.

In the dark room, there was only a woman's mournful cry, as if the whole world had been lost.

"what--"

"Mother--"

Jing Mochen felt sad when he heard that, and squatted down beside her, putting his hands on her shoulders, "Yuxi, my condolences."

Yang Yuxi beat his chest in a broken state, and asked hoarsely, "Didn't you say you didn't get ripped off? Jing Mochen, you liar."