"Send something? I see you are sneaky, not like you are giving something."

The bodyguard questioned sternly.

A hint of panic flashed in the driver's eyes and said anxiously.

"I...I am just a master who delivers tables and chairs to the church, not a bad person."

"Open the trunk and show me."

As soon as the bodyguard said, Song Ci'an's heart was nervously sucked together.

The driver in the driver's seat did as usual, and then got off the car and opened the trunk.

Song Cian, who was hiding behind the box, bit her lower lip and did not dare to make any sound.

He was even more tense and did not move, for fear that he would develop if he was not careful.

The bodyguard just inspected and found that there was nothing abnormal, and did not make things difficult for the driver.

"It's really a waste of my time."

The driver bent over and thanked him, immediately returned to the driver's seat, and drove out of the church.

Song Cian also breathed a sigh of relief. The nerve that was originally tense of a string was finally relaxed at this moment, and he collapsed.

Song Cian didn't know where she was going to be taken, but she could be sure of one thing.

That is to temporarily get rid of Yan Jin's confinement, and next she has to look at her adoptive parents before making plans.

The car drove for more than an hour and finally stopped.

The driver opened the trunk unconsciously and unloaded things, and Song Ci'an took the opportunity to get out of the car.

I looked around with my mask and felt that the place was unfamiliar, so I asked where it was.

After some inquiries, Song Ci'an also found the way back to his adoptive parents' residence.

It's not too far, you can get there in about half an hour by taxi.

She calculated the time and felt that the church should be in chaos at this time.

Sure enough, Yan Jin had a black face, the air pressure around him had dropped to the lowest point, and everyone was afraid to let out.

The tall and customized suit looked particularly dazzling at this moment. He took off his suit jacket and fell directly to the ground. Everyone present took a breath of air conditioning.

Until the bodyguard appeared, everyone's face looked very ugly, and the people in the lead reported in fear.

"Mr. Yan... no trace of the bride was found within a few kilometers of the range..."

Yan Jin's face became more and more gloomy.

"Who will explain to me? Why is the bride missing in just half a day?"

"Mr. Yan... Mr. Yan. It was painted on Miss Song's wedding dress at that time. She wanted to change the new one and asked me to go back and get it quickly... When I came back, I found that she was not there. At first I thought she was in the bathroom, but I didn't expect..."

The designer assistant's entire sanity was replaced by panic, and even choked.

"How come a good wedding dress has paint? She asked you to go back and pick it up?"

Hearing this, Yan Jin's eyes became colder.

The assistant was stared at her and her legs were trembling slightly.

“Answer my question.”

The cold voice sounded again, and the assistant cried out and did not forget to focus his attention.

Only then did Yan Jin realize that Song Cian had been thinking about running away from the beginning.

Or maybe from the moment she promised to marry him, she planned how to escape.

The obedience during that period was just to relax one's vigilance, and he was as Song Ci'an expected.

Naively thought she was willing to stay by her side, so she did not take her too much attention, so that she would have a chance to escape.

Yan Jin was silent for a moment and then called the secretary.

"I will tell you something, even if I search the entire Kyoto, I will find Song Ci'an for me."

"Song...Miss Song...didn't she be together all the time?"
Chapter completed!