"You..." Han Shaoqi inhaled and inhaled on the other end, seeming to believe her words. He gritted his teeth and said: "Damn girl, don't you know which end is lighter and which is heavier? Will you die if you say you are safe? Harm me.
So worried..."
"Haha," Xiaotong smiled, "It's okay anyway. Okay, I'll be back in a few days. Let's talk about it then. I'll hang up now. Remember to go to the police station to clear the case, so don't make trouble."
"Hey, wait a minute," Han Shaoqi shouted urgently, "Where is your friend's home in Paris? I'm going to visit you..."
"No, no," Xiaotong said quickly, "They don't welcome a playboy like you. Besides, I will go back in two days, and I will have to ask you to reimburse me for the past few days. Don't be stingy and refuse to pay me.
I'll report. Okay, that's it. One final piece of advice to you, no matter how many French beauties there are and how enthusiastic they are, don't be too intoxicated with the gentle country, or let them empty their pockets..."
After saying that, without waiting for him to ask any more questions, she hung up the phone hurriedly and let out a long breath.
…
Manchester Grand Hotel.
In the presidential suite on the top floor. Han Shaoqi ended the call with Xiaotong, threw his cell phone aside, walked to the open balcony, lit a cigarette, leaned on the railing, overlooking the few lights under his feet, his eyes were deep, his face
Somewhat twisted.
Xiaotong's phone call was like a fire, igniting the nameless fire that he had been pent up for many days. At this moment, the fire was burning so strongly that it made him so manic that he wanted to curse.
What is this? After being missing for so many days, with no news, and then suddenly getting a phone call saying that everything was fine? Has she ever thought about his feelings? Has she ever cared about his mood? Has she taken him seriously?
Seriously?
But is she really okay? Han Shaoqi opened his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke, his handsome face lost in thought.
Although she was deliberately relaxed, he could still feel her nervousness. No, there must be something wrong with her. Moreover, what she said contained too much information worth thinking about. The biggest doubt was, how did she know that he had reported the crime?
He recalled the affirmative words she used at that time, asking him to drop the case, and in subsequent calls, she mentioned asking him to drop the case several times. What does this mean? Is it dangerous for her to report the case? Does she not want the police to find her?
Also, she has no friends in France, so how could she meet a Chinese friend in the Eiffel Tower? Even if we hit it off, it’s impossible to stay in someone’s home for so many days, right? She really feels free to go with him?
That's so wrong! What she said is simply full of flaws. She must have encountered difficulties and it was inconvenient to tell him. Something must have happened, otherwise, she wouldn't have disappeared suddenly!
With a twitch in his heart, Han Shaoqi threw away his cigarette, quickly ran in, picked up his mobile phone from the sofa, dialed a number, and said in French: "Check the number for me, xxxxxxxxx."
The number used by Xiaotong is obviously a landline, and the area it belongs to should be able to be found.
Soon, the other party told him that the number he wanted to check belonged to No. 45, Avenue des Cherry Blossoms, in the center of Paris.
Everyone in Paris knows that No. 45 is a wealthy area. The waterside villas there are close to a large lake, and the scenery is very beautiful. The richest people in the world live there. And Yaoyuan, for him,
, is a strange place.
Yao Yuan! He recited the name silently. Very good, it will be easier if he knows the specific address.