550 550. Crazy revenge

When Song Beibei heard this, she was completely stunned.

She did not expect Gu Yanqing to actually know that she was here.

She was clearly silent.

Even Gu Wanjing did not notice.

Song Beibei stood in the distance as if she was under a spell.

She turned around and looked coldly at Gu Yanqing.

Gu Yanqing had already walked up at a moderate pace.

When he reached Song Beibei.

He naturally bent his knees and squatted down.

Then he reached out to massage Song Beibei's calves.

This was a problem that Song Beibei had developed over the past few days.

It was probably because after giving birth to Ping An, she had been lying on the bed and didn't move much.

As a result, after a long period of time, she would inexplicably cramp up.

Gu Yanqing massaged her and his expression was serious.

It was as if he was reviewing documents in the office.

Song Beibei didn't say anything either.

After a while, Gu Yanqing stood up and put his arm around Song Beibei's shoulder. "Let's go. "

The two of them didn't say anything.

Actually, what else was there to say? Song Beibei already knew everything.

Ever since Gu Wanjing left that day, she had disappeared without a trace.

Song Beibei sometimes wondered if what she said to Gu Yanqing was true?

Did she really have cancer?

Song Beibei only felt enlightened.

But the incident at the hospital was exposed.

Gu Yanqing did not call the police in the end.

But it was said that the hacker turned himself in and revealed that the mastermind was Gu Wanjing.

For a moment, the entire city was in an uproar.

The name Gu Wanjing was once known.

A great lawyer who could not be outdone by a woman, and the confidante of the CEO of Pearl Group.

It seemed that she always had these two labels on her.

She used to be active on the television screen.

She even acted as a guest on some professional legal programs.

But later, she suddenly closed the company and disappeared without a trace.

It was difficult for the outside world to understand her whereabouts, and she gradually forgot about this task.

When this name appeared again, it became the mastermind behind the Pu ren medical treatment case.

No one knew what was going on

No one knew what her purpose was.

For a moment, the whole city was in an uproar.

The police station had issued an arrest warrant.

But still, no one could find any trace of Gu Wanjing.

It was as if this person had vanished into thin air.

Song Beibei, on the other hand, was faintly uneasy.

This kind of uneasiness felt like a pair of eyes or a pair of hands controlling something in the night.

Gu Yanqing was even more uneasy.

Even though Gu Yanqing did not show it.

But after Song Beibei was discharged from the hospital, there was an additional security team at home.

A few children went to and from school, and there was almost a car full of bodyguards protecting them.

Song Beibei always had a vague feeling that the reason why Gu Yanqing was so cautious was because he was afraid of Gu Wanjing's revenge.

However, the thing that she was most afraid of had happened in the end.

Song Beibei received a call from the school at three in the afternoon.

Xin Tong and Chengdong's physical education class had suddenly disappeared from the school.

At present, it was confirmed that they had been kidnapped.

However, it was still uncertain how the kidnappers had taken the two children out.

When Song Beibei heard the news, she almost fainted.

The hand that was holding the phone instantly turned cold.

Gu Yanqing returned very quickly.

He must have known about this long ago.

The first thing that came to song Beibei's mind was Gu Wanjing.

Song Beibei was extremely terrified.

If it was an ordinary kidnapper, even if it was a real kidnapping, there was still hope.

It was nothing more than money. The song family had plenty of money.

They would not do anything to the children.

However, if it was Gu Wanjing, it was hard to say.

Because Gu Wanjing was a lunatic.

A lunatic who treated life like grass.

What made Song Beibei even more afraid was that she was worried that Gu Wanjing was taking revenge on her and Gu Yanqing because she did not have long to live.

Such a person already had no attachments. They even said that there was nothing that could be exchanged and negotiated with her.

If it was purely for revenge, to die together with them...

That would be too terrifying.

Song Beibei was extremely flustered.

She had already called the police.

Gu Yanqing had also used all the power of the black and white factions to inquire about the whereabouts of the two children.

However, Gu Wanjing did not call her either.

She did not even have any conditions.

This was the scariest thing.

Time passed minute by minute.

Song Beibei only felt that this was the most difficult time of her life.

It was as if her heart had been dug out and thrown into the boiling hot magma.

It was repeatedly roasted and scorched. That feeling was actually a hundred times more uncomfortable than having ten thousand arrows pierce through the heart.

However, Gu Yanqing could still be considered calm.

He had already thought of all the possible solutions.

And the only thing the two of them could do was to wait at home for a call.

Perhaps it was a call from the police.

Perhaps it was a call from a friend of Gu Yanqing's from the underworld.

Or perhaps it was a call from Gu Wanjing's side.

Song Beibei was holding her phone in her hand.

At the same time, she was standing by the landline at home.

From the very beginning, her body had been trembling non-stop.

She could not stop no matter what.

She could not think at all in her head.

She also could not imagine what would happen next.

She kept praying.

God, you can't be so cruel to me.

If anything happened to any child, be it Chengdong or Xin Tong, Song Beibei would feel like she could not live.

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