Wealthy Poison Pet: Leng Di's No. 7 Bride

Chapter 17 Pei Zhihan's Daughter
"Who are you, let me go."

"One more word and I'll blow your head off."

Hong Jiaqi noticed the stiffness of the pistol on her forehead, "I have no money, even if you catch me, I won't get any benefit."

"Driving such a good car, but still have no money, it's a lie."

"That car is not mine."

"Come on, we have seen a lot of rich girls like you. As long as you cooperate with us obediently, we will definitely get money from your father." The knife in the kidnapper's hand slapped Hong Jiaqi's face coldly. Yes, "Just be honest."

A faint smile appeared on Hong Jiaqi's lips, full of mockery. It seemed that they were really kidnapped, but they didn't seem to understand their own affairs. Could it be a temporary idea?

"Brother, what should we do if she is really not a rich lady?" The man driving the car turned around worriedly, "It's the first time we do this, so we can't work in vain."

"Nonsense, it would be better if she really wasn't some kind of wealthy daughter. There aren't many places to buy women these days. Seeing her delicate skin and tender flesh, she will definitely sell for a good price."

"That's a good word."

Hong Jiaqi's heart tightened, and she moved her hands vigorously, trying to break free from the rope, but the rope was tied so tightly that she couldn't struggle at all.

"Give me your phone number." The knife in the kidnapper's hand was shining brightly, and it was slashed against Hong Jiaqi's cheek at this moment, "If you dare to give me a fake one, I will break your face."

Hong Jiaqi was taken aback when she heard the words, "Whose number do you want?"

"Of course your father's. Could it be yours?" The kidnapper glared at Hong Jiaqi dissatisfied. The blindfolded Hong Jiaqi thought nervously. Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and finally she decided to report Pei Zhihan's phone number to them.

It's just that person, will he use money to redeem him?
"Hey, old man, your daughter is now in our hands. If you want to redeem your daughter, prepare 100 million, and we will talk to you again..." Contact "Hey, why did he hang up on me?" The kidnapper looked at the transmission on the phone. I was very surprised by the beeping sound, and when I called again, no one answered.

Hong Jiaqi sneered, thinking it was very interesting.

"What are you laughing at?" The kidnapper glared at her fiercely, "Is the number you gave me a fake?"

Hong Jiaqi tilted her head. Even though she was blindfolded and couldn't see the other party, she could imagine the anger on the other party's face at the moment, and even imagine Pei Zhihan's reaction after hearing that sentence, "The call is real."

"It's true that he dared to hang up the phone, isn't it your own?" The kidnapper's face turned green.Obviously they were the ones who kidnapped, why does this woman look like she has no sense of crisis at all, and still laughs?
Hong Jiaqi smiled and said nothing. She didn't actually expect Pei Zhihan to save her, but she just felt a little reconciled in her heart. Even if she wanted to give her a chance to give birth to him, he wouldn't do nothing to save her, would he?

Huatian Building
In the luxurious and exquisite office, Pei Zhihan looked at the mobile phone on the table. The phone just now was really strange, saying that his daughter was in their hands...

These kidnappers didn't know who they kidnapped before they kidnapped people.

His Pei Zhihan's daughter!
There was a knock on the door, and Pei Zhihan closed the document he had just picked up, his three-dimensional handsome face was full of sternness, "Come in."

"Master, it's not good."

Pei Zhihan frowned slightly. Zhang Zhong had always been prudent in his work, but today he was a little anxious, "What's wrong?"

"Miss Hong was tied up."

"Hong Jiaqi!" Pei Zhihan frowned even tighter, "A girl who just came from the countryside, who would be so blind to kidnap her?" He held a black pen with a gold border in his hand, and was just about to write it on the white paper. After signing his name, he couldn't help but look up at the phone on the table, remembering the phone call just now, could it be that...

(End of this chapter)