Chapter 92

are you so happy""I was so happy to get your call." Fu Yan walked in, smoothed her skirt, and sat down on the sofa.When Huo Yuan saw the time, he smiled and said, "Have you had dinner yet""No, I'm her...Fu Yan didn't eat dinner, tidied up her luggage after a quick clean-up, and ordered takeout.

The takeout arrived soon.

This night market stall has been frequented many times by You Xiaoding. The owner is a native of Guangzhou, and the food is authentic. Before Ji Lin became an athlete, he often went to this store with her.

Everything is fine, except the delivery time is slow. Ji Lin has complained about it several times.

Today I actually arrived half an hour earlier than usual.

Fu Yan's heart was filled with surprise. She shuffled in slippers to the door, but just as her hand touched the doorknob, a thought flashed through her mind like an electric shock, causing her to immediately withdraw her hand.

She instinctively held her breath.

To say I'm not nervous is a lie, Shen Wei could very well take my life. This possibility is random, it could happen at any time, anywhere.

She made psychological preparations, but not fully.

Thinking of the bodyguards around her, she felt a little more at ease. She quietly pulled open a crack in the door and saw that it was the owner of the store outside. She let out a sigh of relief.

But she was accustomed to being cautious, only opening the door wide enough for takeout containers to be passed through.

The boss might be in a hurry today, sweating, "Little sister, here's your takeout."

He knew that Fu Yan was from Guangzhou and was used to talking to Fu Yan in Cantonese. It's just that tonight he suddenly switched to Mandarin. Fu Yan noticed the unusual change.

At the same time, on another side of the wall outside that Fu Yan could not see, a black gun pointed at the boss's head from afar.

Ke could not even react before the boss suddenly raised both hands over his head, scaring him to collapse on the ground, "Don't kill me..."

A brute grabbed Fu Yan's arm, preventing the door from closing.

Fu Yan only saw a black shadow flash before her face, followed by a wave of fragrance hitting her. Her body suddenly went soft, and her consciousness slipped away.

......

"Whoosh!"

A basin of cold water was splashed onto Fu Yan, she blinked her wet eyelashes and five minutes later, slowly woke up.

Memories before the dissociation flooded her mind, her heart suddenly constricted. The lights around her dimmed to a murky crimson, an atmosphere thick with ambiguity and desire sent shivers down her spine. She tried to get up from the ground in a hurry, but found herself powerless.

Only then did she realize she was in a room.

Three walls were plastered with soft cushions, with a large water bed in the middle. Various props hung on the walls. When she saw the whip and handcuffs, her consciousness realized what these things were, and Fu Yan's spine went numb.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from her ears, "Miss Fu, are you alright We've tracked down your location and are coming to rescue you immediately."

That is Zhong Qing's voice.

Fu Yan's heart felt a lot more at ease. Before, Zhong Qing had given her a miniature earphone and also a positioning device. The device was hidden very well, stuck to her scalp. Her hair was thick, so it wouldn't be easily discovered.

She carefully observed the room. There were no hidden spaces; it was plain to see at a glance.

Except for her, there is no one else.

She whispered, "Zhongqing, listen to me. It's not the right time yet. You guys wait nearby. I'll call you when I need you."

On that end, Zhongqing clearly disagreed, "We promised Director Ji to protect your safety."

Fu Yan knew that Zhong Qing and they now knew her exact location, but they didn't know what kind of environment she was in.

She lied, "I'm safe now, nothing will happen, you just need to wait for my signal."

Just then, the door opened from outside.

Outside, it was pitch black, and gusts of cold wind blew in, giving Fu Yan goosebumps. As the sound of footsteps grew closer, her heart pounded in her throat.cally determined.This matter has fermented online, and even the Huo family cannot suppress the news. The pressure from public opinion could give Fu Yan no chance to turn things around.The sound of a t...