Transmigrating Into The Villain Sickly Childhood Friend (MTL)

Chapter 109

After the whole day, Qiao Wen slept in addition to eating, Chen Jianan can be said to be inseparable to him, eating and sleeping with him, if it weren’t for his categorical refusal, even going to the bathroom to take a bath would like to follow up.

After dinner in the evening, Chen Jianan took him again and returned to the bedroom early. Because I slept too much during the day, I lost sleep late at night. Fortunately, for convenience, he also installed a TV in the room. The two of them huddled in bed to watch TV, and they didn’t feel bored.

In the early hours of the morning, when the TV station was taking a break, Qiao Wen finally got a little sleepy, turned off the TV, and was about to lie down to sleep, when suddenly he heard a muffled noise next to him, like something falling from a height.

Qiao Wen frowned and asked, “Brother Nan, did you hear that?”

Chen Jianan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his ears are better than ordinary people. Not only did he hear it, but he heard it clearly. He nodded and said, “Sister Zhizhi’s house fell something.”

Qiao Wen lay down silently and heard no other noises, but he always felt uneasy. After a while, he stood up suddenly, picked up the extension telephone on the bedside table, and dialed the number of Su’s house next door.

The beep sound rang for a long time, but no one answered.

He put down the phone, turned to get out of bed, and said, “Brother Nan, get up quickly, something may have happened to Sister Zhizhi.”

“Huh?” Chen Jianan stood up with a carp, “No way?”

The two quickly went downstairs and ran to the next door in the deep night. The door that was supposed to be closed was just concealed at the moment, and something really happened.

Seeing this, Chen Jianan hurriedly pulled Qiao Wen behind, took out a dagger he picked up when he went out, and cautiously opened the door and walked in.

With the lights on, the villa was bright, but no sound was heard.

Chen Jianan walked in slowly and tentatively called “Sister Zhizhi” twice, but no one responded.

Qiao Wen suddenly thought of something and asked in a low voice, “Brother Nan, did you hear the sound of the car just before the noise?”

Chen Jianan nodded: “Yes, and it was two times before and after. It is estimated that less than ten minutes have passed!”

Qiao Wen stood up straight: “Sister Zhizhi should not be in the house anymore.” Then strode in and said loudly, “Is anyone?”

The voice fell, and suddenly there was a whining call from upstairs.

“Subor?”

The two looked at each other and ran upstairs at the same time. They soon found Father Su on the balcony of a room. He was lying on the ground and struggling. There was a mess around him. A lot of things should have been knocked over.

Chen Jianan helped the old man up and placed it in a wheelchair. Qiao Wen walked to the railing and looked downstairs. Through the moonlight, he could vaguely see a torn flower pot below. The sound should have come from this flower pot. , I thought it was Su’s father who broke the news.

“Uncle Su, where is Sister Zhizhi?” He walked back and asked.

Father Su shook his hands, his face was anxious, he wanted to say something, but he didn’t say a word clearly. Qiao Wen doesn’t expect to get any useful information from a brain-damaged population. Su’s father’s situation can break the flowerpot and report the letter, which is already a miracle of father’s love.