When Yan Qingming arrived at the parking lot, Zhong Nanqin's silver-gray Bentley was no longer in the parking space.

While driving the car out of the parking lot, he called Ximei's cell phone, and the other end was quickly picked up, "Brother, are you here?"

"Mr. Zhong has passed, what happened?"

"Did he come alone?" Ximei was anxious, "Don't let him come alone. Those people outside are crazy, they all have the stick in their hands..."

Yan Qingming hung up the phone before he finished listening to Ximei's words.

Then, a call was directly called to the Beicheng Public Security Bureau...

......

On the road from south to north in the north city, a silver-gray Bentley galloped past 12 o'clock.

In the driver's seat inside the car, Zhong Nanqin looked ahead, and his fingertips were filled with white veins.

After living for thirty-four years, there has never been a moment of being as nervous as it is now.

When he heard Yan Qingming say to him, "Teacher Su beat someone", Zhong Nanqin's heart suddenly tightened. At that moment, he forgot that he was in the conference room and that there were hundreds of senior executives of Zhong Group in the audience waiting for him to summarize the meeting.

All I think of in my mind and in my heart is Su Mian.

How is she doing?

Fortunately, the Zhong Group School was not very far away. Ten minutes later, his car stopped.

Not far from his car, a pure white Maserati was surrounded by a group of people. At this moment, they were waving their sticks and smashing the car window hard.

At this moment, my heartbeat suddenly stopped.

Then, he came to his senses, quickly opened the car door and got out of the car, strode to the trunk, and took out a baseball rod from it...

......

The car window was smashed to cracks, as if it was about to break if it happened again.

There was a violent movement from the car, and the whole car was smashed and it was like a small boat with a sail interrupted in the sea, as if it was about to be hit by a huge wave in the next second.

And Su Mian is the person trapped in the boat, his heart full of despair.

In the kindergarten, Yu Miao wanted to rush out, but Ximei on the side pulled her, "As soon as the door opened, those people will rush in. What should the children do then?"

Yu Miao's eyes were so anxious that she turned red, "But what should Lao Su do? She is very dangerous now, and the glass will be smashed by them at any time."

Ximei, "My cousin said that Zhong Nanqin is already on the way to come, and he should be here soon..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a teacher shouting excitedly, "Mr. Zhong is here."

Yu Miao and Ximei followed each other's gaze and saw the familiar Bentley stop, the door opened, and Zhong Nanqin walked out of the car.

He turned around and walked behind the carriage, and when he appeared again, he was carrying a baseball pole in his hand.

Ximei and Yu Miao and the others watched him strode towards the crowd. At this moment, Zhong Nanqin was like a general who entered the battlefield in ancient times. The baseball rod in his hand was his sword. The knife fell, and the crowd that originally surrounded the Maserati was dispersed.

When the group of people came to their senses, he had already dealt with half of them.

At this moment, the remaining people surrounded him, looking for opportunities to attack him.

Zhong Nanqin stood steadily in the middle, looking at the men surrounding him, with a horrifying murderous intent bursting into his ink-colored eyes.

Without saying a word, he took the lead in attacking, kicking the man closest to him to the ground, and then another round kick kicked the other one behind him.

The remaining three were completely confused.

They never expected that the man in suit and tie would be so powerful in combat.

More importantly, they had heard the sound of police cars whistling from far to near.

The three of them looked at each other and were completely confused.

Didn't it mean that the police wouldn't come?

What's going on?

However, Zhong Nanqin didn't give them time to come back to their senses. He swung the baseball club and waved it directly at them. The three of them fell to the ground together. In an instant, there were many whine sounds mixed with cheers from the school, noisy and noisy.

Zhong Nanqin raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Qingming who had already rushed over with the police. He threw away the baseball pole in his hand and strode to the Maserati car that had been deformed. Looking at the car glass that had been smashed to pieces, he felt scared.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the car window, without any response inside.

I could only see a figure huddling in the seat, motionless.

Zhong Nanqin was a little anxious, so he reached out to take out his cell phone and dialed Su Mian's cell phone.

The end rang for a long time before it was picked up, but there was no sound, only a rapid breathing sound.

Zhong Nanqin's heart tightened. He called her name, his voice was very low and soft.

"Mianmian, it's me."

After saying that, Zhong Nanqin obviously felt that the other party's breathing was stagnant, but there was still no sound.

Zhong Nanqin spoke again, his voice lighter and softer, "Don't be afraid, I'm outside, all those people have been caught."

After saying this, Zhong Nanqin finally saw the figure inside moving, and then he heard the sound of the car lock opening.

He couldn't wait for her to open the door, so he reached over and opened the door.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a pale face covered with tears... His eyes looked up and he met her red eyes.

There was still uneasiness and fear in his eyes. The moment he saw him, it lit up and then someone rushed towards him.

Zhong Nanqin reached out and carried her into his arms.

"Zhong Nanqin, Zhong Nanqin," the person in his arms called his name over and over again, still feeling uneasy and panic in his voice, "I'm so scared, hold me tightly, hold me tightly."

Zhong Nanqin tightened his arms and wrapped her whole body between his chest.

He gently stroked her soft top with his chin, and his voice was incredibly soft, "Little Guy, don't be afraid, everything is over, don't be afraid, be nice."

Not only did his voice not soothe her anxiety, but instead made her cry with a "wow".

This crying shocked the world and the earth, making Yu Miao and Ximei, who had already rushed out of the school and wanted to get close to him, was so scared that they were shocked.

The two of them looked at me, and finally retreated silently.

Su Mian cried for half an hour.

After she finally vented all the fear and anxiety in her heart through tears, she finally stopped crying and leaned against Zhong Nanqin and sobbed for a while before she felt that she had come alive.

The car has been smashed.

Zhong Nanqin took her out of the car and got into his car directly.

At this time, the group of people had been taken away by the police car. Yan Qingming went over to deal with it, leaving the driver here.

The driver drove, and Zhong Nanqin held Su Mian and sat in the back seat of the car.

The carriage was very quiet. After being frightened and crying, Su Mian was drowsy in Zhong Nanqin's arms.

In a vague way, she heard Zhong Nanqin's cell phone ring.

In a vague way, she heard his cold voice without any emotion coming from her head, "Let everyone live or die!"

Su Mian felt a chill coming from his spine.

She couldn't help but shrank into his arms again.

......

Zhong Nanqin took Su Mian back to the old house directly.

When she got off the bus, Su Mian's legs were still weak.

Zhong Nanqin reached over to hug her. Su Mian shyly reached out and pushed him, and whispered, "I'll go by myself."

Zhong Nanqin didn't insist, stood aside and waited for her to get off the car.

Su Mian stood on the ground with both feet and was about to stand up, but her legs became weak and she fell back.

A man chuckled from above his head. The next second, Zhong Nanqin stretched out his arm and hugged her up.

Su Mian did not refuse anymore and just let him carry it into the house.

The old lady was having a meal and immediately ran over when she heard the movement here. When she saw Su Mian being carried in by Zhong Nanqin, she immediately came up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you later," Zhong Nanqin threw down this sentence and walked towards the stairs with Su Mian in his arms.

Su Mian hid her face in Zhong Nanqin's arms and did not dare to look up at the old lady.

It was not until Zhong Nanqin carried her up to the second floor, entered the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed that Su Mian raised her head.

Zhong Nanqin sat beside the bed, looking at her messy head and still red eyes, her heart felt like she was stabbed by a needle, which hurt very much.

He raised his hand and he whispered while smoothing out the messy head on her forehead, "Are you hungry? I'll ask the servant to bring food."

Su Mian looked up at him and shook her head gently, "I'm not hungry, I just want to sleep."

"Then I'll sleep with you for a while."

Zhong Nanqin said as he stood up from the bed, reached out and took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sand beside him, lifted the quilt and went to the bed.

As soon as he lay down, Su Mian snuggled over.
To be continued...