Chapter 50: Tracking

I stuffed my mouth with noodles: "Gotta deserve it, long live your old man, long live long live." ”

Sent my dad away, I went out with cufflinks and took a taxi to the Fengfeng Group.

The front desk lady glanced at me and smiled: "Hello, do you have an appointment?" ”

I'll you, if there's an appointment, what am I talking to you here?

Seeing that I didn't answer, she smiled contemptuously: "Miss, our president is very busy, not everyone can see him." ”

I got straight to the point: "You just tell me that your president is not in the company, and I won't bother her." ”

She deliberately teased me: "Guess? ”

I laughed, pulled out my phone and clicked on a picture: "As long as you tell me, I'll give it to you." ”

Her eyes widened: "You...... How do you have a photo of my president, and what is your relationship? ”

This trick really worked, it was really ten girls and eight, she looked left and right, as if she was afraid that others would know, and talked to me about the deal: "I tell you, you promise to give me all the photos." ”

I hesitated for a moment and shook my phone: "But I only have three photos." ”

She was so excited that her face turned red: "Enough is enough, enough is really enough." ”

Three photos in exchange for the news of Luo Ange's meeting in the company, think about it is also very cost-effective, the front desk lady looked like a holding a mobile phone, I put on sunglasses and came out, and found a vantage point in the café next to it to sit down and wait for the fish to take the bait.

At four o'clock, Luo Ange's Bentley car really drove out of the underground parking lot.

I quickly got up and went out and flagged down a taxi to follow.

The second time I did something like this, I clutched the cufflinks, and my palms were covered with sweat.

There are two questions in my mind, what if it's really him, what if it's not him, what should I do?

The Bentley drove to a private restaurant in the southern suburbs and stopped, and the taxi driver slowed down and asked me if I wanted to follow.

I asked him to stop on the side of the road, and I saw Luo Ange get out of the car, followed by Zhu Bang, and a middle-aged man.

They entered the private restaurant, and I glanced at the name, which sounded quite good: Lichun.

I gave the money to the driver, got out of the car and followed up, in the labyrinth-like courtyard, rockery, ponds, swamps, green trees, saffron bridges, and flowing water, I looked at it for ten seconds, and saw Luo Ange's figure appear on the third floor of the small bungalow behind the bamboo forest.

After making sure he was in the third room, I walked in pretending to be eating.

I have lived in Cannes for 20 years, and I never knew that there were such palace-like private restaurants in this city, and those waiters who were dressed uniformly with small steps with dishes were really like palace maids stepping on the bottom of flower pots in the Qing Palace.

I made it to the third floor, looked left and right to make sure no one was paying attention to me, and then I swaggered down to the hallway.

When I got to the window of the second private room, I heard Luo Ange's voice: "Fourth, you lose, give money." ”

A man's voice: "Boss, look at Luo Ange, he bullies me all day long, hurry up and find him a woman." ”

The other laughed: "Yo yo yo, Luo Ange, why are you dressed so formally today, and you are not meeting your parents-in-law." ”

"Sixth, take your hands away."

"Yo yo yo, Luo Ange, what's wrong with your neck, who caught it, is also ruthless. It won't be that other girls don't obey, you're strong, right? ”

Everyone in the room laughed, and Luo Ange scolded: "Shut up, believe it or not, I'll whip you." ”

"Yo, our brother is angry, tell me, which girl is it? Eh, it can't be that underage, are you a demon? Isn't it just a few years ago that Beijing had a fate, and it is worth your heart and mind, and you don't want business in Moscow. ”

I leaned on the door and listened to the conversation inside, listening to it for a long time, and there was no valuable information.

My legs were numb, and just when I was thinking about asking Kirin for help simply and rudely, a voice sounded behind me: "What are you doing?" ”