The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Knowing the news, he was extremely shocked.

The man personally went to Jiang Wanning to verify it. Jiang Wanning made a deal with him with the position of vice president of a technology company in Jiangcheng, and told him the truth.

Six years ago, the person who rescued him from the factory fire was indeed Wen Ran.

All of a sudden, anger, regret, regret, and many complicated emotions came one after another.

He wanted to see Wen Ran, even if he could only slap himself fiercely to repent and beg for forgiveness when standing in front of her, he was willing, and he would not be soft on himself.

Knowing from the phone that she will be home at ten o'clock in the evening, the man went to the largest luxury shopping mall in Jiangcheng and bought her a necklace. He also bought Yang Zhi Ganlu for her at the milk tea shop outside the shopping mall. On the way home, Passing by the cake shop, for some reason, I even bought cakes.

When I got home, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

From the time he entered the living room and sat down on the sofa, the man had been thinking about how to say something when he saw Wen Ran at night.

He thought about it a lot, and even felt that some of the words were wrong, so he changed them to more appropriate ones.

In more than 20 years, he had never been so nervous and solemn to say something to a woman.

The time was getting later and later, and it was getting closer and closer to ten o'clock.

Fu Chenlie really wanted to make a call to ask where Wen Ran was and how long it would take to get home, but he was afraid that she would think he was urging her, so he held back everything.

He was smoking in the living room, and felt anxious and irritable after smoking, so he got up and paced back and forth in the living room.

The man who has always been calm and self-sufficient is now tense like a reckless boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. All the calmness and strategizing that he has practiced in the mall seem to have disappeared at this moment.

He wanted to see Wen Ran, hug her, and talk to her a lot.

The waiting process is very tormented.

Even so, he waited until ten o'clock.

At ten o'clock sharp, the man couldn't wait for a minute, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed Wen Ran's number again.

When he put the phone to his ear, he took a deep breath and was solemnly preparing to ask her whereabouts.

however--

What came over there was a cold female voice: The phone you dialed has been turned off.

Fu Chenlie frowned.

Why is it turned off?

Did you go out for too long and run out of power?

He dialed a second time.

Still shutting down.

For some reason, there was a panic in my heart for no reason.

The man dialed Cheng Cheng's number, and when he got connected, he didn't wait for the other party to say hello, and asked, "I asked you to arrange someone to keep an eye on Wen Ran before, but now ask him where Wen Ran is."

"Yes, I will contact you right away."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, he dialed Wen Ran's number again.

Still shutting down.

Fu Chenlie clenched his palms into fists.

Although he didn't understand the reason for this inexplicable shutdown, he always had a bad premonition in his heart, as if he was about to lose something permanently.

In 2 minutes, Cheng Cheng called back.

Fu Chenlie picked it up: "Where is she?"

"Mr. Fu, that man lost his wife. He said that the wife went back to the town today and hadn't come out for a long time. When he went to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes, the taxi that took his wife back to the town disappeared. gone."

"This is your level of work?"

Cheng Cheng was a little nervous: "Boss Fu, I'm sorry."

He was full of anger, wanted to vent, but knew that venting was innocent, so he tried his best to restrain his anger: "Check it out for me immediately, use all human and material resources!"

"Yes!"

The man hangs up.

He raised his hand irritably and pinched the center of his brows. Just as he was about to call to ask if there was any news from Jiang Yan, there was a sound from the entrance...