Chapter Seventy-Two: The Action Begins
Wen Soft took a straight step out of the terminal, and after sitting down in the car, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
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London
After drinking two glasses of water in a row, Zhou Anqian finally stopped coughing.
Her cheeks were unnaturally red because of her breath holding, looking at Fu Tingxiao opposite, Zhou An lowered her head and whispered, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry for interrupting the conversation between you and Miss Wen." β
Fu Tingxiao's eyelids lifted slightly, and he put his mobile phone on the table next to him, "It's okay." β
Zhou Anqian carefully observed Fu Tingxiao's expression, and at this time, she seemed to vaguely understand the reason why Fu Tingxiao's attitude towards her since the accident.
"Mr. Fu, I'm worried that Miss Wen will have a misunderstanding because of what happened just now, or you might as well let me call and explain. β
As he spoke, Zhou Anqian leaned over and prepared to get the mobile phone on the table.
When his fingers were about to touch the phone, Fu Tingxiao reached out and stopped her.
"No," Fu Tingxiao picked up the phone and put it back in his pocket, "I came here this time because there is the latest progress in the investigation of the case. β
"Has the prisoner been caught?" Zhou Anqian asked in an excited tone.
Fu Tingxiao shook his head, "No, but the police searched nearby according to the clues you provided, and found an abandoned factory, in which the traces of the kidnappers were found, and the information in it matched your description, and now it is basically confirmed that the kidnappers took you there after knocking you unconscious." β
"Did the kidnappers find any new clues?"
Fu Tingxiao continued to shake his head, "Not yet." β
"Okay, Mr. Fu, I hope you can help me find out the murderer as soon as possible, and in addition, there is one more thing I want to ask you to help with. β
"You say. β
Zhou Anqian seemed to be a little entangled, and after a while, he whispered: "I don't want my father to know about this matter, please help me hide this news." β
"Good. Fu Tingxiao simply agreed, and when he got up, he looked at Zhou Anqian, "You continue to stay in London and wait until your body recovers before returning to China, there will be bodyguards on duty here every day, and you don't need to worry about safety." β
Zhou Anqian: "Thank you, Mr. Fu." β
"I will return to China tomorrow, and other matters will be handled by Secretary Yu for the time being. β
Zhou Anqian was still smiling, but a trace of unclear emotion quickly flashed in his eyes, "Okay." β
After telling this, Fu Tingxiao walked out of the door, and Yu Changfeng, who was waiting outside, immediately greeted him.
"The sooner you book a ticket back tomorrow, the better. β
Before Yu Changfeng could speak, Fu Tingxiao suddenly ordered.
Following Fu Tingxiao into the elevator, Yu Changfeng pressed the button, "Mr. Fu, is there something going on in China?"
As soon as the words fell, Fu Tingxiao's cold eyes swept over.
Yu Changfeng's back stiffened, and he immediately lowered his head to admit his mistake, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, my subordinates are talking too much." β
"After I leave, you continue to stay in London to follow up on this matter, if things go well, you will return to China first after catching the criminal, if it doesn't go well," the elevator door opened, Fu Tingxiao walked out, "Wait until Assistant Zhou is discharged from the hospital, you take her back with you." β
"Yes. After experiencing what happened just now, Yu Changfeng didn't dare to ask more, and responded obediently.
Following
In the early hours of London, the streets were so empty that there wasn't even a car as far as the eye could see.
The signal light of the interface turned a striking red, and Yu Changfeng slowly stopped.
After more than a hundred seconds of waiting, he took out his spare phone from the bottom drawer, and edited the message while looking up at the countdown number----
γFlight has departedγ
The mobile phone next to the pillow dinged, and in the dimly lit ward, Zhou Anqian fumbled to pick up the mobile phone, and slightly hooked his lips after seeing the content of the text message.
[Action begins......]
Looking at the words on the screen that the message was successfully sent, Zhou An raised it shallowly
The arc deepened, and the phone was stuffed under the pillow, and the quilt was covered over the head and continued to sleep peacefully.
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When Wen Soft came out of the children's room in the evening, he was about to go downstairs to have something to eat, but as soon as he walked to the staircase, he heard the reprimand of Wu's mother faintly from downstairs--
"Whoever dares to mention this matter at home in the future will leave the Fu family immediately. β
Next, several young maids responded to Wu's mother in high and low voices, "Yes." β
"Let's disperse. β
Hearing the sound of scattered footsteps, Wen Rou immediately retreated and entered the master bedroom.
From the conversation between Wu Ma and the others just now, Wen Rou could vaguely guess that maybe something had happened again.
However, if she asked Wu's mother directly, the other party would definitely not tell her.
When he was soft and worried, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
"Madam, Mama Wu asked me to send you fruit. β
It was Xiao Zheng's voice, and Wen Soft shouted in the direction outside the door: "Come in." β
After the door was pushed open, the sound of footsteps gradually came to the front, and Xiao Zheng put the fruit plate on the table in front of Wen Rou, "Madame, please use it." β
"Thank you. Wen Soft sat up straight, but when her hand was stretched out, she paused slightly, she raised her eyes to look in the direction where the voice came from, "Xiao Zheng, what did Mother Wu say downstairs just now?"
"Madam," Xiao Zheng looked embarrassed, "Mother Wu doesn't allow us to mention it in front of you." β
"Xiao Zheng, just take it as a favor for me, don't worry, I won't tell Mother Wu. β
Wen Rou had helped Xiao Zheng once last time, so she was sure that the other party would tell her the truth.
"Madam, it's a scandal. Xiao Zheng glanced at the closed door and whispered, "The scandal between you and the president of JM Group has made a big fuss on the Internet, and they will talk about it behind their backs when they see it, but madam, I didn't participate in ......"
Wen Ruan's expression was tense at first, and then after hearing Xiao Zheng's explanation, he raised a gentle smile and said, "I believe in you, I won't tell Mother Wu about this, you go out, thank you for today's incident." β
"Yes. Xiao Zheng didn't stay and retreated from the room.
The footsteps outside the door faded away, and Wen Soft fumbled to pick up the phone from the desktop.
"Hey, Feng. After the phone was connected, Wen Soft frowned and asked, "Is it true that there are rumors on the Internet about the affair between me and Mr. Geller?"
Bai Feng was adjusting the chords of the guitar when he picked up the phone, and immediately carefully put the guitar on the ground after hearing the soft words, "Have you heard everything?"
"Hmm. β
Bai Feng pulled a tissue and wiped his hands, "I don't know what's going on, Mr. Geller's spending millions to support our new album was suddenly exposed, and those unscrupulous media even directly chased after the wind, implying that you and Mr. Geller are a couple." β
Gently pursing the corners of his lips, James Geller spent millions to support a budding rookie band, and it is no wonder that those netizens associate emotional things.
"Is that all?"
The soft question made Bai Feng silent for a while.