"Miss is asleep, be gentle! Don't wake her up!" Feng Hao made a gesture of silence.
"I understand, sir!" Muzi quickly bowed and responded.
Feng Hao did not return to the room, but hurried downstairs.
"Sir, Mr. Chuck of the Embassy of Country M is waiting for you in the study." Zhu Huan saw him coming downstairs and went up to reply softly.
As if it was expected, Feng Hao walked towards the study without saying a word.
In the study, a middle-aged Western man was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. When he heard footsteps, he put down his coffee cup and stood up.
"Hello, Mr. Feng! I am Chuck!" Chuck politely stretched out his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Chuck!" Feng Hao also reached out and clenched him tightly, "Sit down!"
Both of them sat down, and Chuck took out a document from his briefcase: "Mr. Feng, this is a message sent by the Intelligence Bureau. After they enlarged the photo, they found the background behind it, which should be R.
The west of the country, bordering the country Y, has not been affected by the war, and some farms are scattered there."
"Why didn't I find this woman before, who is she?"
"Because of the constant wars in R Country and the information is blocked, it is very likely that I did not look at it at that time, so I missed it. But it is also possible that this woman has only appeared recently. Mr. Feng, you must be mentally prepared, but now you can't just do it.
With a pair of similar eyes, you think this is your wife."
Feng Hao frowned slightly: "I know this, so, who is she? Have you found it?"
"It should be soon!" Chuck replied calmly, "Since the person has appeared, nothing unexpected happens, you will get specific news tomorrow."
"I want to find this woman myself. No matter whether she is my wife or not, as long as there is a slight possibility, I can't take risks with her. I won't be assured that anyone will leave this." There was a hint of it in Feng Hao's eyes.
Cold, and a hint of expectation.
Perhaps over the years, hopes were shattered again and again, and he was almost broken. So at this time, he actually felt a little fear.
He was very scared, and this was another despair with despair.
"Ryan has already explained it. Mr. Feng, you have arranged it and you can notify us of the departure time at any time and have specific plans. Someone from the Intelligence Bureau will come to help you."
Feng Hao nodded, and nervously turned the platinum ring on the ring finger of his left hand with his right hand. He turned hard and pressed it inside. Xia Yucheng's name engraved on the contrary was deeply imprinted on his fingers.
Could it be you? My little benefactor?
He took a deep breath, and a trace of passion flashed in his slightly narrowed amber eyes.
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In the western part of Country R, the sun is scorching and the yellow sand is long. A black Mercedes-Benz off-road parked in front of an ancient farm.
The farm is surrounded by live ammunition and tall guards wearing uniform camouflage uniforms.
A black man carrying a submachine gun went over and opened the car door. After a while, he got out of the car. A woman in a black dress and a veil covered her head.
All she had was full of beautiful cold eyes.
Following her out was an old Western man with silver hair, his face full of scars.