Pan Wenguang drank wine, looked out the window, and occasionally took out his mobile phone to chat with others.

Halfway through the drink, the phone rang.

He glanced at it and picked up.

There was a woman's voice on the other end.

Pan Wenguang made an understatement, with no expression on his face: "Just send someone here, and give me 20 million when the matter is completed."

"Well, I'm in New York."

"Okay, no more words, don't worry about me doing my job."

Pan Wenguang continued to speak, his expression indifferent.

He put down his cell phone, stretched out, and drove out to play.

It is impossible for people like him to sleep properly at night. They have to find a bar to drink or sing.

It was very cold in winter. Before leaving, he took a look at Han Yurou.

"Master Pan, this woman doesn't eat much and refuses to eat."

"She has the backbone now. Even if she refuses to eat, she won't starve to death for a few days anyway." Pan Wenguang said calmly.

"Okay, Master Pan."

"Keep an eye on her, I'll go out."

"yes."

Han Yurou closed her eyes. She heard Pan Wenguang's voice. There were no marks on her pale face. Her hands and feet were tied and she couldn't move.

It was very cold. Although there was heating in the room, it could not relieve the coldness emanating from it. My heart and limbs were all cold.

This Pan Wenguang, what is he going to do?

Soon, the sound of a sports car was heard outside.

Then, everything became quiet.

Han Yurou couldn't see anything, but she knew that it was late at night, and there was a kind of coldness in the winter night that made people feel lonely.

She hasn't bought the gift for little Tiantian yet.

…

After lying in Pan Wenguang's villa for three days without eating or drinking, Han Yurou almost fainted.

Pan Wenguang saw that she really didn't want her life, so he ordered someone to force her to give her nutrition solution.

After hanging up the nutrient solution, Han Yurou woke up, but her mind went blank and she felt dizzy.

In her coma, she seemed to hear voices outside. There were many people. Not long after, Pan Wenguang came.

"You guys go to the backyard, you go to the west gate, and you... go to the south gate."

"I'm telling you, keep it safe for me, I won't even let a fly fly out!"

After giving the instructions, Pan Wenguang's cell phone rang.

He stood in the sun and squinted his eyes, lit a cigarette calmly, and then answered: "Brother Rong..."

"Beast, where's Rourou?"

"Brother Rong, this is your fault. I called you "Brother" so angrily, but you scolded people for no reason. Isn't that so uneducated? Sure enough, in the past two years, Brother Rong has been hanging out with a bunch of gangsters and has become unruly.

Yes, tut."

"Let me ask you again, where is Han Yurou?!"

"Didn't I tell you, what's wrong with me? Do you want someone?" Pan Wenguang was calm and collected, as if he had not done anything heinous. "It's okay if you want someone. Brother Rong will come here in person and let's catch up on old times. Anyway,

You have beaten me once, and I have beaten you once, and both of them have been hospitalized. This time... how about we have a fair talk?"

"How do I believe she is in your hands? And how do I know you didn't hurt her?"

"This is not easy." Pan Wenguang waved to a servant and said a few words.

The servant nodded and ran into the room.

"Brother Rong, please wait a moment, I will let you see my dear little Rourou." Pan Wenguang smiled, his voice full of despicable tone.
Chapter completed!