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When would this kind of injustice end? Could it be that Shu Lei really didn't shed tears until she saw the coffin?

"Shut your mouth, it was your little brother and sister who caused our deaths. If we had directly resorted to legal means back then, would all of this have happened? Shu Zimo, if something happens to Wan, I will definitely skin her alive. "

Wen Yifei, who was in the driver's seat, said angrily.

Scoundrel of the Shu Family, she shouldn't have shown mercy to them.

"Yi Fei, maybe we can find her mother to persuade her."

Shu Zimo, who did not dare to retort, suddenly spoke up when he was almost at the Wen Yifei's house.

"F * ck, can't you have a brain? This woman is simply inhumane, do you think she would care?"

Wen Yi Fei's fist landed on the steering wheel and he almost hit the fence on the side of the road.

They finally arrived at the Wen Family. When they arrived, Sister Wang went out, leaving only that woman Shu Lei at home.

Wen Yi Fei went upstairs. When he saw that Wan'er's clothes were strewn all over the floor, he couldn't help but burn with anger.

"Bitch, stop. You're not allowed to touch my wife's clothes."

Wen Yi Fei stepped forward and looked at the smelly Shu Lei in front of the mirror.

"Hubby, what happened to you?"

Shu Lei, who had been knocked to the ground, tried to play Little Wan.

"Speak, what did you do to Little Wan?"

Wen Yi Fei stepped forward, grabbed Shu Lei's neck and pulled her up.

"Hubby, what's wrong? Aren't I Little Wan? You …"

Wen Yi Fei's palm landed on the mouth full of lies.

"Shu Lei, do you really think that I, Wen Yi Fei, is that much? I can't even recognize my own wife? "

"Hubby... What are you talking about, isn't Shu Lei … "

Shu Lei was stunned, but she continued struggling on the brink of death.

"Shut up, do you think I can't recognize you just because of your plastic surgery? You make the fingerprints the same, you make the blood type the same, and most importantly, can your black heart be made white? "

Wen Yi Fei roared.

"You … has already determined that I am not He Wan. "

Shu Lei stood up, struggling free of Wen Yi Fei's hand, smoothing her hair, her face was no longer covered up.

"You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin. We let you go, and then we keep forcing our way in. Do you really think we are that easy to bully?" Speak, what did you do to Wan'er? "

Wen Yi Fei grabbed Shu Lei's neck as she shouted in anger.

"You want to kill me … "Attack!"

The woman closed her eyes and tried to see if Wen Yi Fei had the guts to do so.

"Yi Fei, calm down."

Shu Zimo hurriedly advised as he saw the scene unfold.

"I'm going to kill her now."

He wanted to kill this woman who kept destroying his family time and time again.

"We have to find out where Little Wan is."

Shu Zimo opened Wen Yi Fei's hand, saving Shu Lei's life.

"She is no longer in this world. Today just happens to be a week's time. Hahaha …" He Wan'er is no longer in the world. "

Shu Lei wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth and laughed maniacally.

"Nonsense, where is Wan? Where is she? "

Wen Yifei pulled Shu Lei up, then grabbed her shoulders and shook her back and forth vigorously.

"Even if you want to kill me, I already have a backer. Make your move."

Shu Lei sneered at Wen Yi Fei.

"Little Lei, no matter what, we are siblings of the same father, and Little Wan is also your sister, how can you do that?"

Shu Zimo sighed.

"Elder sister, Shu Zimo, do you take me as your younger sister? While our family was eating and living frugally and waiting for Old Man Shu to bring the money over, she was enjoying himself in a mansion. Do you think there's such a sister in this world? "

Shu Lei looked at Shu Zimo mockingly. In her heart, they would never be siblings. She hated them.

"So that's what you've always thought. Have you ever thought about where Little Wan and her mother lived when you entered the Shu mansion?"

This was all the result of Shu Zhenhui's death.

"Old Man Shu gave them living expenses every month, but they didn't starve to death, so they still went to university. Shu Zimo, don't be so hypocritical. If it wasn't for her, would the Shu Family have gone bankrupt?"

Shu Lei sneered.

"Ever since they left the Shu Family, Wan and her mother had never taken a single cent from Shu Zhenhui Hui. The only time was when Wan's mother was seriously ill and she kneeled down to him, but he also didn't take the money to save her. Yours? Little Wan's? Mine? "That's not it, that's Shu Zhenhui's fault, our mom's fault, they gave us such an environment, how can you vent your anger on Little Wan?"

Shu Zimo said earnestly.

"So what? I just hate her. She can live in a mansion, and even if she gets kicked out, she can still become rich. Why?" Is she prettier than me? Did she work harder than me? "I can't accept this, I can't accept this …"

Shu Lei howled crazily.

"Dad, save Mommy! She's crazy! She won't tell us where Mommy is!"

Qing'er cried as she stood by the door. She was afraid. She didn't want to be a motherless child.

"Damned girl, it's too late. Your mother is already dead. Dead. Your entire life …"

"Shu Lei, you really deserve to die. If anything happens to Little Wan, I'll hack you to death with my own hands."

Shu Zimo said angrily.

"Dad, I don't want to be a motherless child, I don't want to be a motherless child!"

Qing'er hugged Wen Yi Fei's leg and cried. Only at this moment did she look like a five or six-year-old child.

"Dad, we'll listen to you. We'll go find that person to save Mommy."

When Wen Yi Fei heard his daughter cry so much that his heart ached, his heart ached as well. It had already been a week, could it be that Little Wan was truly gone?

No, little Wan, you're lucky, you definitely won't be lucky.

"Dad, call me. Qing Er, call me."

Qing'er cried as she reached out to ask for Wen Yi Fei's phone number.

"Qing'er, do you know the phone number?"

Wen Yi Fei's hand was trembling as he held his phone, but he didn't give it to Qing Er.

"Understood. Qing'er remembers. Dad's number."

Qing'er stood on tiptoe to get the phone.

"Yi Fei, let Qing'er have a try. Sometimes, the difference between the United States and China is too great. There's still time."

Shu Zimo reminded the hesitating Wen Yi Fei.

"Qing Er, do you know what to say?"

Wen Yi Fei was still very worried about giving the phone to his daughter.

"Uncle Kyle, it's Qing Er …"

There was no need for Wen Yi Fei to ask any further. The phone had already been pulled out.

"Oh, little angel, why did you think of Uncle Kyle, where's your mommy? Can you let your mommy talk to your uncle for a minute? "

The English on the other end of the phone made Wen Yi Fei frown.

"Uncle Kyle, Mommy has been kidnapped. They want to kill Mommy. Hurry up and save my Mommy …"

Qing'er cried as she spoke, she could not make out the rest of her words.

"Little Angel, what are you saying? Can you please explain it more clearly? Who kidnapped your mommy? "

The other party was stunned for a moment before he asked anxiously.

"Mommy …" Mommy in America... "

"Qing Er, give Daddy a call."

Wen Yifei reached for his daughter's phone.

"Kyle, Bernano, this is Wenyi Fei. My wife was kidnapped in America a week ago. Can you help me find her?"

"You're that Wen Yifei?"

The voice on the other end of the line was a little shocked.

"Yes, the one who spoke to you just now was my daughter. He Wan Wan, or in other words, Kars, is my wife. A week ago, she went to the United States to receive her award and was kidnapped at a hotel …"

Wen Yi Fei gave a brief account of what had happened, which was to wait for an answer from the other side.

"So it's like this, give the phone to the little angel."

The Mafia godfather was silent for a moment.

Today was the seventh day. Looking at Johnny and John, Wan of the Clouds felt a pang in her heart.

The song was sung and the money was promised, but they had no intention of letting him go.

"KARA, today is the time that our employer has given us. Do you want to be more straightforward or enjoy the process slowly?"

John looked at Wan, as if there was no room for negotiation.

"Since they're both dead, there's no difference no matter how they die. I just feel a little regretful. After I die, can you call my husband?"

Little Wan looked at the two kidnappers in front of her who were not too bad, but wanted to kill her.

"You're already dead, why are you still thinking about him. Maybe that woman is in bed with him right now. You're still thinking about him, so why are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Johnny looked at Wan and sighed.

In fact, they didn't want to kill this woman, but they had yet to receive the money. Besides, they were in this line of work, and there weren't any good or bad people in it. As long as they accepted a mission, as long as they had money, even God would not be lenient.

"I don't want my husband to be cheated by that woman for his entire life, and even more so, I don't want my child to call her mother. This is my last and only request."

Little Wan looked pleadingly at the two of them. They had taken care of them for the past few days, so even though they were imprisoned, they didn't suffer the pain of living a life worse than death.

The only regret was not seeing how the woman had died.

"Make your move. Although you cannot agree, I will not blame you. On the contrary, I still need to thank you for taking care of me these past few days."

As she spoke, she bowed to the two men.

"KARA, sing another song for us."

John looked pleadingly at Wan.

"Mm, you sing this song and we will fulfill your last wish. After you die, call your husband."

Johnny nodded, saying he also wanted to hear it one last time.

"Thank you, thank you very much. To be able to sing my favorite song at the very end and have my fans accompany me, I am already happier than many others."

Even though tears were flashing in her eyes, she didn't cry. Instead, she chose to sing a lyrical love song for Wen Yifei, hoping that she would have the opportunity to be his wife in the next life.

After receiving his godfather's guarantee, Wen Yi Fei became even more worried. This was because his words, whether they were alive or dead, he would definitely find them.

Seven days. It had already been seven days.

Are you in a hurry?

"It doesn't matter who you're looking for. He Wan'er is dead for sure this time, hahaha …"

Shu Lei stood up and smiled complacently. Her offer was a high price, she would definitely guarantee it.

She had considered it long ago. She was afraid that Yi Wenyi would be able to recognize her, so she deliberately chose a time to return.

"Yi Fei, hand him over to the police."

As Shu Zimo looked at the unrepentant Shu Lei, she no longer felt the slightest bit of emotion in her heart.

"No, without news of Little Wan, she won't be able to go."

Wen Yi Fei gritted his teeth and threw the woman, Shu Lei, into the basement.

"Yi Fei, it's illegal to set up a torture chamber like this."

Although Shu Zimo had no objections to this, but he could not use his body to test the method.

"So what? Even if I have to go on the guillotine, I will do the same."

"Dad, will Mommy be okay?"

Qing'er laid in Wen Yi Fei's embrace, completely revealing the child's fear.

"No, we have to believe in Mommy, we have to believe in Uncle Kyle, he's the father of the Mafia, and the United States is his sphere of influence. The Bernano family can do it."

Wen Yi Fei comforted his daughter.

However, he wasn't too sure either. Although Zimo said it was bad sometimes, what if the kidnappers didn't keep their word?

That day, Wen Yi Fei did not go back to work, and Shu Zimo did not dare to leave either. He was afraid that Wen Yi Fei would do something wrong due to his anger.

Qing'er was staring at the phone. She believed that her mother would be fine, Uncle Kyle.

In the evening, An An finally came back. Sister Wang cooked a table of good dishes and asked inappropriately where Wan had gone.

No one said anything. Sister Wang felt a bit awkward. Fortunately, a call came at that moment.

"Are you Mister Wen Yi Fei?"