Chapter 283 Proud
What is Fang Ruonan's specific situation? Laura doesn't care at all. She looks at the group of constantly chauffeured men: "How long has she left here?"
One person answered quickly: "Up to now, it has been four hours."
Laura looked at the law enforcement team again. The four people knew and saluted: "We will send helicopters to Ningzhou to recover Mr. Rowan!"
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Fangjia, main hall.
Local chronicles are located in the main seat. At the moment, an old face stretches out and laughs at Pamela: "Mrs. Lin, I really want to thank you, if it weren't for you..."
"What did Fang Jiazhu say?" Mrs. Taylor waved his hand and smiled kindly. "If Nan is a child, he is clever and sensible, who doesn't feel distressed when he sees it. I'm just doing my part..."
The two exchanged polite pleasantries for a long time, until the servant handed in a cup of tea, and the local chronicles stopped talking temporarily.
He moistened his lips with tea and carefully raised the question that he had long pressed in his heart: "Mrs. Lin, you really confirmed it, so Wen Qingye has no background?"
Mrs. Taylor took a sip of tea, but she didn't care much to put down the teacup: "Master Fang, you can rest assured. Then Wen Qingye is a servant from the countryside. He is dead or disabled. He can press things down with some money."
The local chronicles were just a test before, but now he has a clear answer, and he is completely relieved. Now clear voice laughs: "Good! Good! Good! I'm worried too much. Please ask Mrs. Lin to wait for a moment. I will take Wen Qingye to make a bone marrow pairing first."
Mrs. Taylor smiled. "My master is my guest."
Meanwhile, the back hall.
"Brother, it's really going to be fine..."
Fang Ruonan, dressed in a white dress, is squatting in front of a chair at the moment, making a delicate and pitiful expression. "It's just a little bone marrow. If you donate it to me, it won't hurt your body at all."
Wen Qingye was tied to a wooden chair, his hands and feet could not move, only the tape on his mouth was torn off, but he sipped his mouth and refused to say a word for a long time.
Fang Ruonan is still doing ideological work softly: "Brother, if you talk, just promise, a'good 'word, very simple..."
After a long time of soft grinding and hard soaking, I didn't see Wen Qingye's mouth, and the gentle color on Fang Ruonan's face gradually cooled down.
"You won't say yes, will you?"
She stared at him with a straight face and took out a voluntary donation consent form from her carry-on bag. "You sign this, otherwise I will let my dad punish your father who lives alone and your unrelated sister!"
Wen Qingqing understood that Fang Ruonan was talking about Uncle Wen and Laura. His face changed greatly, and he gnashed his teeth and stared at her, squeezing out a sentence: "You scumbag!"
Living room.
Mrs. Taylor dials Uncle Wen.
"Hello, how are you?"
Mrs. Taylor's expression is proud: "I am Laura's stepmother. Tell the little bitch that if she doesn't kowtow and apologize to me, I won't tell him where Wen Qingye is going!"
Uncle Wen's initial doubts, after listening to the meaning of her words, instantly turned into shock and anger: "You! What have you done to my son!"
"Tut tut." Mrs. Taylor fiddled with his newly dyed nails a few times carelessly, sounding like a pity. "I don't want to do this either. If it weren't for Laura, I wouldn't have done anything to that innocent child at all."
Uncle Wen knew that she was trying to divert contradictions and was angry: "This is all an excuse! Where on earth have you taken him!"
Mrs. Taylor smiled and said nothing. She hung up triumphantly. "When you should know, you will know."