With a "bang", he threw the phone on the table, and all that was left in his heart was irritability.
"Qiao Ran? Qiao Ran?" He called twice, but no one in the living room responded to him.
He turned around, only to find that Qiao Ran had left the living room at some point.
At this time, his cell phone rang again. He thought it was An Yunxi calling again, so he turned off the phone with a dark face.
His chest was filled with anguish, and his nameless fire had nowhere to vent. He held his forehead, closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath to calm down.
The call came again. This time Zuo Chenye opened his eyes and took a quick look before noticing that it was Yan Han calling.
He picked up the phone and pressed the connect button.
"Young Master Zuo, you didn't answer the phone just now."
Only then did Zuo Chenye realize that the call he had just cut off was also from Yanhan.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Young Master Zuo, I bought a new mobile phone for the young lady. I will send it to you in a moment. Also, Officer Gong called me just now and said that they found Qiao Ran's left pistol in Tianlong Mountain and asked me to go there tonight.
Get the pistol and I will send it to you tomorrow. In addition, there is also the diamond matter. You can take it away after completing the formalities at the police station tomorrow morning. What do you think of the diamond? Because the diamond worth 500 million at that time was a temporary purchase. You
Do you need to sell it?" Yan Han asked for instructions.
"No need. Just deposit the diamonds directly into Zuo's VIP safe room in the bank." Zuo Chenye ordered in a deep voice.
"Okay. I'll do it right away." Yan Han just responded.
"Wait a minute." Zuo Chenye interrupted Yan Han as if something suddenly occurred to him.
"You don't need to deposit it in the safe. Give it all directly to Winston Jewelry Design Shop, and let them use these diamonds to design and customize a complete set of dinner jewelry." After giving the instructions, Zuo Chenye was obviously in a much better mood.
"..." On the other end of the phone, Yan Han was completely speechless. Diamonds worth 500 million were only used to create a set of jewelry. How heroic is this? Is this set of jewelry meant to be given to Qiao Ran?
"Okay, Mr. Zuo." After a while, Yan Han finally reacted, "Do you need anything else?"
"No, hang up." After Zuo Chenye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.
He got up, walked to the living room, and then went up to the second floor.
He gently pushed open Qiao Ran's door. He originally wanted to ask Qiao Ran about the details of the kidnapper. The more specific the better. He planned to hand over all the information he could collect to his secret channels for thorough investigation.
Who is behind all this?
Who knows, when he walked into the room.
But he found that Qiao Ran had already fallen asleep.
She curled up like a baby, and her washed long hair was half-dried and scattered on the white pillow, like a beautiful ink painting.
The crystal skin and honey-like color made him swallow his throat.
The long and narrow eyelashes cast shadows like small fans, trembling slightly, and the full lips curved in a satisfying arc.
It looked like she was sleeping very soundly.
Zuo Chenye smiled softly. She had hardly slept in the past two days. Even if she took a nap in the car, it was better than nothing. She must be extremely tired at this moment.
He did not disturb her again. He thought that maybe she would sleep for a long, long time.
So, he closed the curtains for her.
Turning around, I saw her kicking off the quilt restlessly.
He shook his head in a funny way, stepped forward and covered her with the quilt. Then he gently walked out of the room and closed the door.
During this sleep, Qiao Ran felt that she had slept for an extremely long time.
It was bright before going to bed. It was still bright when I woke up.
She slept for too long and was a little dizzy. She didn't know how long she slept.
It’s strange. It feels like I’ve slept for a long time, but why didn’t I sleep until dark? Is it still afternoon?
She reached out and took the alarm clock from the bedside table.
Eight o'clock?!
My brain stopped for a while. Why wasn't it dark at eight o'clock in the evening?
Could it be? Could it be eight o'clock the next morning?!
She was startled and quickly sat up, feeling much more awake.