Chapter 1772

Ding Junhui out to meet, Ding Junhui canthus has been twitching, and quickly red.

Ding Junhui out of the door, directly took out the mobile phone, played Lotte's mobile phone number, the mobile phone rang a few times before being picked up.

"Did you go out? I'm going to pick you up now. " Ding Junhui said directly.

At this moment, Lotte and Ding Yuejia have already got into a taxi, because Ding Yuejia has not stayed up in bed in recent days, and even has a fast meal, just to go to the hospital to see his father.

"Uncle, we're in the car. We'll be there in a minute." Ding Yuejia grabs the phone and says.

"Mr. Ding doesn't have to come to pick us up. I'll be there in a minute after I call for a taxi." Lotte echoed.

Ding Junhui thought of Ding Junqi's words, some worried, "do you have a license plate number? Send it to me. "

Ding Junhui said, Lotte just about to say something, the car suddenly hit a slip, Lotte called, subconsciously hugged Ding Yue CASA, but the mobile phone was left on the foot of the blanket, "can you drive?" Rakuten scolded and bent over to pick up the mobile phone.

"Rakuten, Rakuten --" Ding Junhui heard the voice, quickly asked: "what's the matter? Where are you now? I used to - doodle doodle. "

Ding Junhui cursed in a low voice and ran out in a hurry.

In the taxi, Lotte holds Ding Yuejia tightly and looks at the gun pointing in front of them.

"You, who are you?" Lotte asked in a trembling voice. She knew that the taxi might win the lottery, but she didn't think about winning the lottery.

"Lotte, I'm afraid." Ding Yue almost got into Lotte's arms and whispered.

Rakuten holds people tighter.

"Just sit down." The man said, driving with a gun at them.

All the way to the outskirts of the car, Lotte was pushed out of the car by the man, Ding Yue has been holding Lotte.

There was only one helicopter in the suburbs, and there was desolation everywhere.

"Lotte, will we be killed?" Ding Yue came up with an idiom and asked with a little shiver.

Lotte continues to swallow saliva. It's so big that it hasn't been kidnapped. If the helicopter is still used for kidnapping, the specifications of being kidnapped are a little high.

Staggering was pushed onto the helicopter, mother and son heartbeat like thunder.

"Master, here we are." Said the black man, closing the door of the helicopter.

Sitting on the sofa, the white haired man looked up and stepped back with Ding Yue Casa in his arms.

"You, what are you going to do?" Lotte clings to the wall of the plane and wants to jump straight through it.

The man got up, only one arm of his right sleeve is open, let a person think that maybe the wind will be more obvious.

Men step by step close, but Lotte has no way back.

Ding Yuejia's small chin was lifted up, but Lotte raised her hand. Another man held her wrist directly, almost breaking it.

"It looks a little like her." The man says, stretched out a hand to hold Ding Yue directly past.

"Let go of my son." Lotte opened her mouth in a sharp voice, but she was kicked on her knees by the man behind. She knelt down on the ground.

"Happy day, Mom --" Ding Yuejia called, waving his little hand to hit the man, but the little strength had no effect on the man's face.

Because of the pain, Lotte's face turned pale instantly. She has always been a good citizen. When did she suffer from this kind of injury.