I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

It was rare for Jian Chenglang to see his brother being so "poor and white", and he immediately felt the superiority of stepping on his brother's feet, and he didn't care about him in an instant.

Seeing that the little guys had been comforted, they happily ran to play hand in hand.

Jian Chenglang stood up straight and first called Zhang Dazhuang with his mobile phone, but no one answered.

Then he frowned, and called Qu Sinian again. Qu Sinian was probably filming, and the bell rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Now only Lu Junhan is left.

Jian Chenglang flipped through the contacts on the phone's address book, and glanced at "now", "baby", "in love", "break up", "resurrection", "no longer possible", "Current target" and so on, after more than a dozen groups related to women, went straight to the bottom.

Then he looked up at Jian Yi over there: "Brother, I don't have Mr. Lu's phone number."

Jian Chenglang is a well-known director. Like Qu Sinian, he is in the entertainment industry.

Before Qu Sinian also participated in the play he directed, Jian Cheng Lang naturally has Qu Sinian's phone number.

And Zhang Dazhuang has held many banquets over the years, and Jian Chenglang is restless.

Of course, every time he attends a banquet, the purpose is to hunt Yan Yan to hook up with women.

And Zhang Dazhuang is a big man. He can't walk when he sees beautiful women. When he was young, there were many people. Later, he didn't know which lover gave birth to Zhang Yiming and sent Zhang Yiming to Zhang's house.

Seeing him messing around outside, this made Zhang Dazhuang's father furious and beat Zhang Dazhuang to half death on the spot.

Zhang Dazhuang is not afraid of anyone, just his father.

After that, he restrained a lot, and raised Zhang Yiming with his duty.

It's just that I see beautiful women occasionally, but I still can't hold back the inferiority of men, and the eyes are full of eyes, but they are thieves and courageous.

Moreover, Zhang Dazhuang already has Zhang Yiming, and he doesn't want more illegitimate children to come out. He usually looks at women and feasts his eyes.

Jian Chenglang has a lot of insights into women, so after going back and forth, they have become good brothers.

As for Lu Junhan, Jian Chenglang really has nothing to do with him.

Not only him, but a few months ago, before Xiao Luli appeared, Jian Yi and Qu Sinian didn't have much contact with Lu Junhan.

In the end, with his brother's strong memory, Jian Chenglang dialed Lu Junhan's phone number, but after dialing it out, no one answered.

Jian Chenglang listened to the blind tone of "dududu---" on the phone, and failed to get through three calls in a row. He held his forehead with a headache and muttered in pain:

"I now know why it's just the two of us here."

Jian Yi's stern brows are light, and there are not too many ups and downs.

He frowned slightly, listened to the beeping voice, pondered for a while, and soon came up with a solution, and said coldly:

"Add Lu Junhan's WeChat. He doesn't answer strange calls on his personal mobile phone."

"Row,"

After Jian Chenglang finished speaking, he paused, and then raised his eyebrows narrowly at the calm-faced Jian Yi:

"Hey, no, brother, this matter is so private, how do you know that his mobile phone doesn't answer strange calls?"

With that said, Jian Chenglang didn't know where he wanted to go, he smiled, and winked narrowly: "Did you and him—"

Jian Yi raised his head and saw at a glance that his mind was full of yellow and dirty thoughts, but he was too lazy to pay attention to him, and stated with a light expression:

"Because Jian Xiyan's mobile phone doesn't answer unfamiliar calls."

"..."

Jian Yi glanced at his still "dududu" mobile phone, and said lightly, "So, this voice is familiar to me."

Jian Chenglang: "..."

How many times do you have to listen to it to become so familiar, you can hear it as soon as you hear it.

Inexplicably a little sad what happened.

Sure enough, Xiaoyan is Xiaoyan, a ruthless little killer who can even ignore his own father.

"What are you doing, hurry up."

Seeing him not moving, Jian Yi didn't know what she was thinking, her stern brows were a little impatient.

They have been at the police station gate for a long time, Jian Yi's time has always been precious, and she doesn't want to waste it here.

His tall and slender body leaned against the dark green body, frowned slightly, then lowered his slightly irritable indifferent eyes, and took a cigarette out of the cigarette case with his fingers.

It didn't take long for the blue and white smoke to linger, blurring his cold and indifferent face.

"Brother, are you sure he can play WeChat?"

It is difficult for Jian Chenglang to imagine Lu Junhan playing WeChat.

Even his brother doesn't usually play WeChat.

For their black-hearted capitalists whose time is more precious than their lives, WeChat, a chat tool that wastes time by typing and waiting for the other party to type and reply, is not as useful as a phone call or a face-to-face interview.

"Not sure," Jian Yi replied as expected. He took a breath of cigarette and turned to look at the four little guys who were playing over there. After confirming that there was no danger around him, he said lightly, "Try first."

It is indeed much safer outside the police station, and there are very few people walking outside.

After all, there are many police officers here, and the traffickers are afraid to come, for fear of being caught.

And the police station is also a bit out of the way, with few people. After so long, there are only a few of them.

Seeing that the little guys were a little far away from them, Jian Yi didn't call them back.

Judging from the past experience and the experience just now, these four little guys get together, and the lethality is huge.

Jian Yi didn't want to call them back and make trouble for herself.

Fortunately, it's pretty safe here too.

They're on the phone here, their little guys play their own.

No one answered Zhang Dazhuang and Qu Sinian's mobile phones, they must be busy, and they must not be able to answer the phone for a while.

As for Lu Junhan, it is very likely that the mobile phone is on his own body, but the mobile phone does not answer unfamiliar calls, so he did not answer it.

Therefore, in such a comparison, Lu Junhan still has more hope of replying.

Jian Yi and Jian Cheng Lang had exactly the same idea as the previous director.

That is, these three fathers, as long as one of them can come.

As long as Lu Junhan comes, the other three little guys are all his!

Jian Yi and Jian Cheng Lang can get away.

Jian Chenglang copied Lu Junhan's number and sent a friend request: Your daughter is with me.

Jian Chenglang waited for a while, but there was no response from the other side. Maybe Lu Junhan didn't see it, or maybe he saw it, and he didn't care at all.

Well, three minutes later.

Application passed.

Jian Chenglang raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.

He really didn't expect that, he was really told by his brother.

But before he could continue to send messages, Lu Junhan asked Lu Junhan to come to the police station to pick him up.

I saw Lu Junhan directly sent a message across from him.

Lu Junhan: Your conditions.

The sea, the sea: ? ? ?

Lu Junhan: What conditions do you need before you can let people go.

The sea, the sea: ? ? ?

Jian Chenglang has a high EQ and a low IQ, so he quickly reacted, daring to love Lu Junhan, he was treating him as a trafficker or a kidnapper, and immediately laughed angrily.

No wonder it took three minutes to reply. I'm afraid Lu Junhan just called to the hospital to confirm that the little girl was not there, so he passed his application.

But now is not the time to care about this, it is the real business to send the little guys away.

Dahai Dahai: No, big brother, you are thinking about it! We are not human traffickers. My name is Jian Chenglang, and I am Jian Yi's younger brother. Your daughter is with us now. When will you come to pick your daughter up?

The other side was silent for a long time.

Lu Junhan: Come on, what conditions do you need before you can keep people.

The sea, the sea: ......

The sea, the sea: ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The sea, the sea:! ! ! ! ! !

[I still haven't written about my mother, but I promise, the next chapter can! 】