"Not yet. You should eat something first," Qin bei said carefully.
The light in his eyes gradually dimmed. He flicked the cigarette and turned around. He was enveloped in endless loneliness, and his voice was indifferent. I'm not hungry.
"Your body won't be able to take it if you continue like this."
His young Master's Voice suddenly turned angry from embarrassment. how many times do I need to say it? Get out!"
Qin bei naturally didn't dare to act rashly. If he couldn't find Wen Qiao, his young master was probably planning to starve him to death. He could only urge his subordinates to speed up the search.
Time ticked by, and Fu Nanli was on the verge of breaking down. He got old Hu to drive-he wanted to go out.
Qin bei saw that he was extremely Haggard and stopped him out of goodwill. "Even if you go out, you don't have a direction, so where can you find her?"
Fu Nanli sat in the car and instructed old Hu to start driving. Even if he had to wander around aimlessly on the road, it was better than him standing in front of the window and waiting for news.
The last two times she fainted, it seemed to be in the evening. Now it was already 11 O 'clock at night. Five or six hours had passed. He didn't know if she had fallen to an undiscovered place and was quietly waiting for death. He only knew that he was so anxious that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Regret, self-blame, guilt-all these emotions were mixed together. He only hated himself for not being a superhero in a movie, and he could not sense where his Qiao 'er was.
The car went around the inner ring, then the middle ring, then the outer ring. It went around the city again and again. The neon lights gradually went out, and the whole city fell silent. The only thing that wasn't calm was his heart.
He couldn't find her.
She deliberately hid. Wen Qiao was so smart, if she wanted to hide, how could she be easily found by him?
What kind of despair did she have in her heart as she silently licked her own wounds in the corner, quietly waiting for death?
He really wanted to find her, pull her into his arms, and tell her,"I didn't abandon you, I really didn't abandon you. I'll admit to your lies, you can do whatever you want. I left you only because I wanted to treat you."
It took two hours to circle around the city to the outermost coastline. It was already dawn by the time they had driven a large circle around the mountain road.
There was no news at all.
He didn't even dare to call Zhou Jing, because if there was any news, Zhou Jing would definitely inform him. If she didn't contact him, it meant that there was no news, which meant that no one sent Wen Qiao to the hospital.
If she didn't receive treatment all night, how low would her heart rate drop? Could he still be saved?
Words couldn't describe the regret in his heart. He could only ask his driver, old Hu, to circle the city again and again.
His gaze lingered outside the window, but from midnight to midnight, there was almost no one on the city streets. It was not until the sun rose in the East that some sanitation workers began to clean the streets.
He thought that Wen Qiao should still be in Haicheng. Fu Chuan had said that there was no information on her on the airline or even the road transportation.
That was why she was still in Haicheng.
Where was she?
All the hotels and motels did not have her check-in information. So, did no one notice that she had fainted on some unknown road?
He clenched his hands into fists. When they encountered a small alley, he asked old Hu to stop the car and he walked in.
This city was so big, more than 6000 square kilometers, with thousands of roads and thousands of unknown small roads.
His body was like a drop in the ocean as he ran around the huge city.