A lifeless, irritating electronic busy sound coming from the phone. His heart sank suddenly, did this woman never think of anything other than escaping, and the first person who should be sued was him?

When will she think of him and her man for the first time when something happens?

When will she know that something happened to her, and the person who is most worried about her is him?

Thinking about it, his face became more and more gloomy.

"Is the plane ready to take off?" asked Feng Hao in a deep voice after leaving the construction site.

Zhu Huan, who was following closely behind him, had a difficult face: "My lord, the incident happened suddenly, and if you take off urgently, ......"

Feng Hao looked back at him, his cold face, his chin was tight, and his edges and corners were sharp, implying murderous aura: "Get ready, immediately!"

"Got it, sir!"

got into the car, Feng Hao received a call from Yan Ziqing, and he told the general situation and how to deal with it again on the phone. Feng Hao raised his hand and kneaded his eyebrows, and asked in a dumb voice, "What about her?"

"Big brother," Yan Ziqing replied embarrassed and a little worried, "I've been looking for it, but ...... Don't worry, I'm ......."

Feng Hao was silent, hung up the phone without saying a word, and his heart kept sinking, sinking, as if he had no bottom.

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Three hours later, the private jet was parked at the general airport in City A.

There was a Bentley Yazhi parked on the runway, several black Mercedes Benzes and Aston Martins in Yanziqing, and the people who came to pick up the wind were standing in front of the car, looking at the plane that had been parked.

Yan Ziqing stood in front of his sports car, holding on to the door, with a solemn expression. Speaking of which, he was careless in this matter.

The cabin door opened, Feng Hao got off the plane and walked in front of him, and the translucent eyes, with a sharp coldness, shot coldly in his face.

Anger is often like this, it is not terrible to vent out, what is terrible is forbearance, even if Feng Hao does not say a word, all the people present can feel the chill seeping from him.

"Big brother, it's my fault, when I met the paparazzi yesterday, I should be vigilant......"

Without saying a word, Feng Hao patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked towards his car, and the driver came and opened the door.

He got into the car and said, "Go to the moat!"

Bentley Yazhi started slowly, and the cars behind followed one after another.

"My lord, Zhu Huan said, there are paparazzi in the back!" The driver had headphones pinned to his ears and heard a voice coming from inside.

Feng Hao's eyes were cold, his lips were tightened, revealing a sword-like edge, and the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly seemed to be a sword about to be unsheathed, with a lonely and arrogant expression!

"Pass on, slow down!" he commanded coldly.

It was noon, the sun was shining, and there were not many cars on the road.

After driving another distance, he asked the driver to stop, then opened the door and got out of the car, striding towards the back of the convoy.

Those who followed all got out of the car.

A motorcycle, which had been following behind their convoy, saw that the situation was not going well and wanted to turn and accelerate.

Feng Hao took out a gun from his waist, pointed it straight at the man who was standing on the motorcycle, and roared angrily: "Open!"

The motorcycle braked suddenly, and the man with the camera in the back stumbled off the motorcycle, and the camera also broke off.

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