My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

Feng Lanchu helped Jiang Che change into clean clothes and carried him out. When passing by Jiang An, he saw his back was wet.

Feng Lan, who didn't think much about it, only thought that the father and son were sweating profusely and drenched all over after going out to play wildly, so she disliked it: "You also wash up later, and you can take a lunch break after you get refreshed."

"En." Jiang Anzhi nodded obediently.

"Daddy, I'll wait for you." Jiang Che, who was huddled in Feng Lanchu's arms like a small dumpling, turned his head and shot love at his dad.

Jiang Anzhi nodded amusedly.

"Biu you're tall, calm down." Feng Lanchu was very tired holding the half-grown young master, and he had to wriggle and refill with his father in his arms.

After Jiang Anzhi washed the dishes, he went back to his room and took out a set of clean clothes. He took off his black T-shirt and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, the scabbed wound opened and a lot of blood oozed out.

Jiang Anzhi pursed his lips, and quietly treated the wound by himself. He wiped the blood dry with a towel until no more blood leaked out, then stopped to wash the towel and the dirty T-shirt.

When they returned to the room after work, the mother and son had already fallen asleep.

It seemed that Feng Lanchu was too busy in the morning to sleep in seconds, the poor little bed was really crowded.

Jiang Anzhi retreated silently to the living room, and squinted on the wooden sofa for a while.

In a daze, An Zhi seemed to have returned to a familiar dark and oppressive small room. The surrounding area is full of cold and damp smells, the faucet outside seems to be broken and keeps dripping water, and the voices of several men are cursing one after another, discussing how much money should be appropriate.

After a while, the door was kicked open with a "bang", and Xiao Anzhi, who was blindfolded and bound, was grabbed by someone.

The man grabbed his hair, raised his head and kept pinching his face, the sharp pain from his hair was not as terrifying as the obscene voice in his ears.

"As expected of an entrepreneur's son, look at the small appearance of this logo, the flesh is smoother than girls." As he spoke, a hand like old bark suddenly penetrated into his clothes, and the rough fingers made the little girl An Zhi was very frightened, but he held back and did not dare to make a sound of begging for mercy.

"Hey, you're really stubborn." The man came and wanted to pull his pants in high spirits.

The door was kicked aside again with a loud slam.

"Stop it! What are you doing!"

"I just had a dry addiction, what does his little kid know..."

"I understand your mother! I'll spoil you! Get out of here."

Under the furious scolding, Xiao Anzhi was thrown back to the ground like a sandbag.

"This is our cash cow. If we bump into it, the benefactor will not give us any more money. Can you pay for it?"

"There are a lot of women out there, but you're saving a hundred or so and running around and spending seventy million? That's a good idea, get the hell out of here."

After a few muffled kicks, the man rolled and crawled away.

"Be careful and don't let him approach this room again. If anything happens, don't blame me for turning my face and denying anyone."

"Yes Yes Yes."

After a while, the door of the room was locked again, Xiao Anzhi silently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, pursed his lips and endured stubbornly.

He felt pain all over his body, his head hurt, and he felt like he was about to die, but there was another voice in his bones that forced him to be strong, not to beg for mercy at them and show any weakness.

People can die, but dignity cannot be surrendered!

Just when he was desperate and helpless, suddenly a warm hand was attached to his forehead, followed by a familiar smell of nature lingering around him, and a gentle voice whispered in his ear.

Jiang Anzhi suddenly opened his eyes from the nightmare.

Feng Lan woke up after squinting for a while, but did not see Jiang Anzhi coming back. When she walked out quietly, she saw the film king curled up on the wooden sofa, his expression was not very good, and Dou Da's cold sweat kept breaking out.

Feng Lanchu walked over and touched his forehead, it was cold and hot.

This guy may have a low-grade fever.

She said to let them go back, the conditions here are not good, and he is injured, when the resistance is low, a random mosquito bite will cause a fever.

"Anzhi, Anzhi." She called out several times in a row, but Anzhi seemed to be in a nightmare and remained silent.

Feng Lan frowned nervously and leaned over and pushed a few times before An Zhicai opened his eyes suddenly.

His eyes were full of panic and the fear of the rest of his life.