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Wen Jingcheng waited for more than ten minutes and didn't see Jiang Xu. Just as he was about to get up and go to the bathroom to check the situation, he was blocked by the people sent by Yan Muqi.

As soon as the hand beside him was stretched out, Wen Jingcheng took a big step back with Wen Xuyan in his arms, and hugged the child in his arms so that no one could see him.

"Mr. Wen, Jiang Xu, Mr. Jiang, please go up."

Wen Jingcheng frowned in disbelief, "Who are you, why did Jiang Xu ask you to invite me up, what clothes did he wear today, do you know who he is?"

The people sent by Yan Muqi didn't expect Wen Jingcheng to be so strict, they looked at each other, at least one of them remembered Jiang Xu's appearance.

"Mr. Jiang is wearing a black mask and black hat. We didn't see the exact appearance. This time, the organizer specially invited Mr. Jiang, and we are really sent by him."

What he said was correct, and with the fact that Jiang Xu's sign was placed outside the stadium, Wen Jingcheng had to believe that this was true, picked up Wen Xuyan, and followed them up the spiral staircase.

Before he had time to ask where Jiang Xu was, Wen Jingcheng was pushed into the innermost room in the corridor, and those people locked the door after pushing him in.

This should be a utility room. Wen Jingcheng shook Wen Xuyan's head with his hands to prevent him from bumping into it. His eyes were slow to adapt to the darkness. He adjusted his breathing several times before he stopped crying along with Wen Xuyan.

There were still a few wrenches on the ground, and Wen Jingcheng didn't notice a large bruise on his wrist and arm.Wen Xuyan couldn't see and could only grab Wen Jingcheng's clothes and cry desperately, and after a while, he cried silently and could only gasp with his mouth open.

Wen Jingcheng was so distressed that he couldn't help it, he patted Wen Xuyan's back with one hand, while groping on the ground, trying to get up against the wall to find the light switch in the room.

Unexpectedly, he walked around the room without finding a switch. After his eyes got used to the darkness, he could gradually see the layout of the room.

A small abandoned stool was placed in the corner next to the window, Wen Jingcheng avoided the random debris on the ground, went to the corner and sat down on the stool.The wooden stool was missing a leg, so Wen Jingcheng could only use his legs to sit down steadily, Wen Xuyan was tired from crying, and howled in Wen Jingcheng's arms.

There was a musty smell in the room, Wen Jingcheng frowned uncomfortably, hugged Wen Xuyan even tighter, and let himself relieve the tension and fear in his heart by coaxing him to ask what he needed.It had been a long time since he had been in such a closed space, without lights, fresh air, or familiar atmosphere.

"Orange, baby don't cry, it's getting dark, daddy puts the baby to sleep~" Wen Jingcheng softly coaxed Wen Xuyan, humming Wen Xuyan's favorite lullaby for sleeping, and looked around the room.

After Wen Xuyan fell asleep, Wen Jingcheng put him on the small stool and surrounded him with the cloth strips he found to prevent Wen Xuyan from falling off the stool.

He held the wrench on the ground in his hand, and just as he wanted to knock the door open, the door was opened from the outside.Before Wen Jingcheng had time to see their appearance clearly, someone covered his mouth and pressed him against the wall beside him.The other person went to the corner and picked up Wen Xuyan, and took the child out regardless of Wen Jingcheng's yelling.

The room returned to its previous darkness, and Wen Jingcheng took a big breath of the somewhat turbid air.Wen Jingcheng almost crawled to the door and slapped the door panel so vigorously that his palms were swollen.

"What are you doing! Give me back my child, where did you take him! Is there anyone! Give me back my child, please! Ah!"

Wen Jingcheng took the wrench that he threw on the ground and knocked on the door vigorously. The quality of the anti-theft door was far better than he imagined, and there was no movement at all.

In the past, with Wen Jingcheng in this room, he could rely on the child to relieve the tension in his heart, but now there is nothing left, and the suffocating feeling when he was a child came to his heart again.

Some distant voices came from my ears, like the endless quarrels in the family when I missed it, there were women crying and scolding and men shouting.

Wen Jingcheng curled up and squatted by the door, moving into the corner bit by bit, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his skin.Wen Jingcheng's eye circles were completely red, and he bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, not daring to make a sound.

can't cry...

It's fine if you don't cry out... Mom won't notice me if she can't hear...you won't hit me...

The room is so dark, will I die in it...

Can't die...can't...and little orange...

Little Tangerine... Will Mom beat Little Orange...

Wen Jingcheng's mind became chaotic, the past and present time were entangled, making him unable to distinguish reality.

The figure of his mother beating and scolding him repeatedly echoed in his mind, so he had to shrink himself a little, and it would be best if he could not be found.

Too many voices were noisy in his head, Wen Jingcheng grabbed his hair and pulled it out fiercely.The pain from the pulling of the scalp made him wake up a lot, and he raised the wrench in his hand and smashed it against the window.

The sound of glass being smashed was very clear in the empty and quiet room. Wen Jingcheng smashed it again with all his strength, and only then did he smash a small hole.He didn't pay attention to the back of his hand and swiped fiercely on the gap, and a blood-red gash suddenly appeared.

The distance on the second floor is not too high. Wen Jingcheng lay on the window sill and looked down. There were many cars parked downstairs, and some people heard the voice and looked up.

Not caring about etiquette, Wen Jingcheng knocked hard on the glass again, knowing that the opening of the hole would allow his head to get out, so he wrapped his hands in a cloth strip and pulled it out.

"What are you doing!"

Just when he was about to jump out, he heard the sound of the door being opened. The people outside the door were so frightened that they couldn't speak, so they hurried over and pressed Wen Jingcheng to the ground.

Seeing the broken glass all over the place, I felt that this person was really desperate, and he dared to jump from the window.

Wen Jingcheng's face fell on the broken glass that fell everywhere on the ground, and several cuts were cut in a short while.

"Who are you, why... kidnap me, my child?" Wen Jingcheng struggled vigorously, but was crushed so hard that he couldn't move.The pain from the wound on his hands and face made him dizzy, almost unable to hold on.

"Our boss wants to see you, but he is afraid that you won't be obedient. Don't worry, your son is fine. Our boss is very rare."

These people said and pressed Wen Jingcheng down again, making his whole body stick to the ground.

"Who is your boss..."

His head was getting heavier and heavier, just when Wen Jingcheng was about to fall asleep, a figure walked to the door and blocked the originally weak light.

Wen Jingcheng raised his head with difficulty and saw the man's appearance clearly.

"Yan... Yan Muqi!"