Exclusive Secret Love: The Billionaire Bride with Less Wind 341. Chapter 341 The first thing that comes to mind should be me when something goes wrong 10
341. Chapter 341 The first thing that comes to mind should be me when something goes wrong 10
Chapter 341 When something happens, the first person who thinks of me should be me 10
A lifeless and irritating electronic busy tone came from the mobile phone. His heart sank suddenly. Did this woman never think that he should be the first person to tell her when something happened other than running away?
When will she think of him and her man first when something happens?
When will she realize that something has happened to her and that he is the one who worries about her the most?
Thinking about it, his face became more and more gloomy.
"Is the plane ready to take off?" Feng Hao asked in a deep voice after leaving the construction site.
Zhu Huan, who was following him closely, looked troubled: "Sir, the incident happened suddenly and if we take off in an emergency..."
Feng Hao looked back at him, with a cold face, a tight chin and sharp edges, implying murderous intent: "Get ready, now!"
"Understood, sir!"
After getting in the car, Feng Hao received a call from Yan Ziqing. On the phone, he explained the general outline of the matter and how to handle it. Feng Hao raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is she?"
"Brother," Yan Ziqing answered awkwardly and a little worriedly, "I've been looking for it, but... don't worry, I..."
Feng Hao was silent and hung up the phone without saying a word. His heart kept sinking, as if he had no bottom.
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Three hours later, the private plane parked at the general airport in City A.
Parked on the runway were a Bentley Elegance, several black Mercedes-Benzes and a clean Aston Martin. The people who came to pick up Feng Hao stood in front of the cars and looked at the stopped plane.
Yan Ziqing stood in front of his sports car, holding on to the car door, with a solemn expression. Speaking of which, he was careless in this matter.
The cabin door opened, Feng Hao got off the plane, walked up to him, and cast a cold gaze on his face.
"Brother..." Yan Ziqing's tone was a little apologetic. He always felt that Xia Yucheng was wronged because he failed to handle the matter in time.
Feng Hao didn't say a word, but everyone present could feel the chill oozing from his body. In his opinion, as long as it was Xia Yucheng's matter, it was no small matter.
"Brother, it's my fault. When I met the paparazzi yesterday, I should have been more vigilant..." Yan Ziqing lowered her head, blaming herself.
Feng Hao, who said nothing, patted his shoulder heavily, turned and walked towards his car. The driver came over and opened the door.
He got into the car and said: "Go to the moat!"
The Bentley started to move elegantly and slowly, and the cars behind it followed one after another.
"Sir, Zhu Huan said, there are paparazzi behind you!" The driver put headphones on his ears and heard the voice coming from inside.
Feng Hao lowered his eyes coldly, pursed his lips tightly, and had almost no expression on his handsome face. These paparazzi are really well-informed and know how to find the right time.
"Pass it on and slow down!" he ordered coldly.
It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and there were not many cars on the road.
After driving for a while, he asked the driver to stop, then opened the door and got out of the car, striding towards the back of the motorcade.
Everyone who followed got out of the car one after another.
A motorcycle that had been following their convoy saw that the situation was not good and wanted to turn and speed up.
Feng Hao took out a gun from his waist, pointed it straight at the man on the motorcycle, and roared: "Shoot!"
The motorcycle suddenly stopped, and the man behind the camera who was holding the camera stumbled and fell off the motorcycle, breaking the camera as well.