These words made Ling Chu's expression slightly moved, but she still didn't let go.

Shen Jikong squinted his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the phone in the woman's pocket rang.

Seeing that number, Ling Chu immediately answered the phone and asked, "How is my son!"

my son.

Shen Jikong looked at Ling Chu's anxious expression with unpredictable eyes.

The surroundings are very quiet, so the man's casual voice in the earpiece is particularly clear: "Madam, don't be so anxious, let President Shen leave here, and your son will naturally be safe."

"It was him who offended you, not Xiao Ke, you let my son go!"

Hearing the indifferent words of Madam, his men clenched their fists and glanced at Shen Jikong.

Xiao Ke is a child born to his wife and other men.

The man's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he seemed to have been used to this kind of thing for a long time, and the arc of mocking mouth was deeply cold.

Ming Siran on the other end of the phone didn't seem to expect that she would actually say that. He laughed low and said lazily, "I have to sympathize with Mr. Shen for what Madam said. Mr. Shen kidnapped my ex-girlfriend. She was frightened, but I just used the way of the other to treat her. If your son suffers a bit, it is considered as a brother who has suffered, and it is not a loss."

In the hotel living room, Ming Siran is leaning on the sofa, with long legs overlapping, in a lazy posture: "The blame is to blame the lady and the godson."

The men of Ming Siran who stood by watched Ming Siran lightly threaten people. Shen Jikong was able to seal the airport and port in seconds, and Mr. Ming could force Shen Jikong not to step into the door. In a word, the gods were fighting.

After Ling Chu hung up the phone, he looked at Shen Jikong coldly: "Did you hear it? It's because of you that Xiao Ke was taken away by that man. Now get out of here immediately!"

Shen Jikong looked at her for a while, and it took a long time for the woman to feel cold from his eyes, and he sneered out: "It's my business if your son is not dead."

When the voice fell, the woman slapped it again. This time Shen Jikong didn't let her hit him. When he approached his face, he stretched out his hand to grab it. Ling Chu felt pain in his wrist when he grabbed it. Suddenly a little twisted: "Are you crazy?"

Shen Jikong's strength increased a little uncontrollably, and a sneer overflowed from his thin lips: "You are leaving from here now, I am in a good mood and maybe I can help you find that little bastard, come, and take the lady out. "

Seeing Shen Jikong's expression, his subordinates dared not to violate any more, and came forward to pull Lingchu: "Yes."

"How can you be so cruel!" Ling Chu's voice was sharp, and he seemed to smash each word: "Xiao Ke is also your brother, he is so young, do you have a conscience!"

Shen Jikong did not speak, because the woman's words of condemnation, his eyes became deeper and colder.

Even the subordinates can't listen to it anymore, and they haven't taken the responsibility of being a mother at all. Why can they still scold the master so straightforwardly.

They involuntarily increased their strength and took the woman out.

But before reaching the elevator, the elevator door opened again, and Shen Bohong, chairman of the Shen Group, walked out of it. Seeing this scene, he twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

When Shen Jikong saw the middle-aged man, he almost sneered.

One after another, two people who were insulted even when they showed up in front of him before, now appeared in groups.

Shen Jikong thought coldly, really spared no effort for his own benefit.

Shen Bohong’s gaze did not linger on Ling Chu much. He had no feelings for her, and Ling Chu did the same. Both of them had their own white moonlight sweethearts. It is not an exaggeration to say that a marriage is a stain on life, and Shen Jikong is The result of their unbearable stain.

Every time I saw him, I couldn't help but recall the past. Shen Bohong frowned. If he could, he really didn't want to see his face, even though Shen Jikong was the best child he had given birth.

"It's enough to make trouble now. As long as they are here, I won't let you move them." Shen Bohong took a lot of people this time, with obvious intentions. It is absolutely impossible for Shen Jikong to enter.

Shen Jikong glanced at the tall silent bodyguards behind him, sneered, even the boss used it.

"What benefits did Ming Siran give you? It's worth using so many people?"

Shen Bohong didn't speak.

Of course there are benefits, and the conditions given by the other party are enough to make any business man's heart move.

He glanced at the bodyguard behind him: "Bring the young master out."

After that, Shen Bohong planned to leave.

However, a man's faint voice came from behind him: "If Chairman Shen wants to turn against his son, I have no opinion."

"What do you mean?" Shen Bohong turned his head and frowned: "Do you really plan to fight me for that woman?"

Shen Jikong: "It is Chairman Shen who wants to fight me."

Seeing the look in his eyes, Shen Bohong looked ugly.

The corridor fell silent for a while, and Ling Chu, who was watching from the side, slowly tightened his lips.

She had seen Shen Jikong's desperate look. Although she gave birth to him, she still felt that Shen Jikong's brain was abnormal. When he was young, he just because others spoke rudely to her, Shen Jikong beat him by pressing him. Half-dead, covered in blood, would not give up. Although it was indeed for her, she still felt that the paranoia and madness made her shudder.

He is going crazy for the woman behind the door, if even Shen Bohong can't stop him, then her son...

Ling Chu's heart sank a little bit.

She shook off the hands of those men who were holding her, and ran directly towards Shen Jikong, holding his arm tightly, and softening her tone: "Jikong, please, I beg you, leave Here, Xiao Ke is not like you. He is very courageous and afraid. Things like being kidnapped will frighten him. Can you save him?"

Ling Chu hardly dared to think about what his poor son had been frightened at the moment, and why he would be treated like this because of him.

Shen Jikong lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on her grasping her hand.

Ling Chu gradually increased the strength in his hands and said: "If Xiao Ke has an accident, I will really not survive. He is my life, Jikong, you just look at it for the sake of our mother and child. From here How about leaving..."

Shen Jikong didn't speak, his eyes cooled down inch by inch, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

The subordinates hardly dare to listen to these words, is this madam begging?

It's almost in the heart of the master.

Why didn't these two people feel that they would hurt the master by saying these things? What kind of biological parents?

Shen Jikong's body was full of gloomy breath.