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The car came to a screeching halt, nearly throwing Wells out of the seat.

Wells, who had stabilized his mind, quickly calmed down

"What's going on?!"

"Look there, Mr. Wells." The driver's voice came from the front.

Wells looked in the direction of the driver's finger, only to see that his manor was blazing a hundred meters away.

In this dark night, it is particularly dazzling.

The sky-high flames lit up Wells' eyes, burning the rage in his eyes even more.

"Jun Mo Yan!"

An angry roar came from his throat.

Wells clenched his hands and trembled with rage.

"Send someone to the airport immediately, catch Jun Moyan and shoot him directly!"

With Wells' order, ten minutes later, teams of royal troops rushed to the major airports.

And at this moment, Jun Mo Yan, who was sitting in the helicopter, was closing his eyes and recuperating.

Tsing Yi next to him found a power bank and charged the mobile phone that had been turned off.

A minute later, when he turned on the phone, when he saw that there were fifteen missed calls, Tsing Yi's face was happy.

He quickly clicked on it.

However, disappointment awaited him.

Among the fifteen missed calls, there were white-clothed, company-like, and colleague-like, but there were no drunkards.

Tsing Yi suddenly seemed to fall into the dust.

He swallowed all the loss back into his stomach, quit a little unwillingly, clicked on the text message, and then >

No, not even a message.

Tsing Yi looked lonely and reopened the address book, and first dialed Bai Yi.

However, no one answered.

After automatically hanging up, Tsing Yi dialed twice more, but still no one answered.

What's going on with this guy in white.

Seeing that no one answered, Tsing Yi did not dial again, but continued to deal with other missed calls.

Jun Mo Yan was resting, and the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate.

He paused as he rubbed the ring, then opened his eyes.

took out the mobile phone, and the caller ID turned out to be Wuyuan's landline.

Could it be that the little boy beat him?

Thinking of this, Jun Moyan's eyes slowly softened, he slid away to answer and put the phone to his ear.

"Three less."

Bai was happy, and the voice was Xiaocha's.

"What's the matter?"

The tenderness in Jun Moyan's eyes faded.

"That, Sanshao, when are you coming back?"

"Is there something wrong with Xiao Ai?"

Xiaocha never dared to ask about his whereabouts, and would suddenly ask like this, it must be related to Wen Xiaoai.

"Yes......"

Really.

"What's wrong with her?" Hearing that it was related to Wen Xiaoai, Xiaocha still spoke in such a cautious tone, Jun Moyan's heart suddenly became nervous.

"That, Sanshao, I, I have something I want to tell you......" Xiao Cha on the other side of the phone slurred, wanting to say but not daring to say.

"Say."

Jun Mo Yan's words were concise and to the point, and Xiao Cha's spitting made Jun Mo Yan inevitably worry about whether something bad had happened to Wen Xiaoai.

“…… That, Miss Wen, she suddenly brought a man back to Wuyuan last night. ”

Jun Moyan was stunned for two or three seconds, as if he was wondering if he had heard it wrong.

“…… What did you say? ”

Little boy take a man home?

The change in Jun Moyan's tone made Xiaocha suddenly more nervous.

"I, I said Miss Wen, she brought a man home last night."

Jun Mo, who was sure that he had heard correctly, made a cold face.

"Who?!"

"I, I don't know."

Jun Mo Yan frowned.

Man? Could it be...... Ye Qi?

Thinking of this possibility, Jun Moyan's heart beat fiercely, and his hand holding the mobile phone tightened, and he was a little relieved.