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Chapter 432 Tracking down the call records

Yang Hao looked at Wenwen standing under the street light, staring at his car in the distance in a daze, with a smile on his face. He found that Wenwen was also quite interesting.

He really didn't mean to look down on them. Although girls who do this are usually out of love and vanity and to make more money, but in essence, the goal of pursuing wealth and a better life cannot be wrong. The only thing is

The method they use is a bit special. Just say that having sex is illegal in China, but it is legal in many countries. They can do physical examinations and pay taxes. It is already a profession, so what?

?

What's more, Yang Hao has seen more dirty things in this world than ordinary people. Such things are really nothing in Yang Hao's eyes.

"My name is Wen Wenwen."

These were the last words Wenwen said to Yang Hao. She saw sincerity in the other person's eyes, no contempt, no contempt, just calmness, a gentle calmness.

Maybe this calmness is just because she is a passer-by, an insignificant person, but this is enough. Among the men she has met before, which one is not aloof and full of arrogance or arrogance?

Today's experience is already a very unusual one. At least it adds a bright sunshine to my slightly gloomy life.



Yang Hao dialed Butterfly's phone number while driving.

"Have you slept?"

Butterfly's voice was full of disdain: "Have you ever seen anyone who likes to play computer games go to bed before twelve o'clock?"

Yang Hao smiled bitterly: "Don't you girls usually go to bed very early? Well, in your words, this is called beauty sleep."

Butterfly continued to be disdainful: "I am naturally beautiful. Even if I don't take care of it, I will still be beautiful and tender. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Yang Hao laughed and didn't care about Butterfly's attitude. Anyway, in her eyes, Butterfly was like a willful little sister. It didn't matter what she said.

"Just a small thing, I want you to help me check the call history of a phone call."

Butterfly asked: "A very confidential phone call?"

"No, it's just an ordinary person's phone number." Yang Hao reported Wei Weiming's phone number casually: "Just this mobile phone number, please help me check the recent call records, especially between 6pm and 7pm on the 8th.

phone number..."

"Tch, you have the nerve to trouble me, a genius hacker, with such a trivial matter?"

The keyboard crackled, and it was obvious that Butterfly was already busy while saying this.

Yang Hao said with a smile: "I know you are a genius hacker, so I came to you. How can others be as efficient as you, don't you think so?"

Butterfly smiled proudly: "You can talk, but where are you fooling around now?"

"No, do I look like a fool? I follow the rules. I'm driving home now. I just went to a friend's villa for a drink."

"Just drinking, nothing else? No beautiful women?" Butterfly was obviously very suspicious of Yang Hao's character, and even her questions were basically an affirmative sentence, not a question.

Yang Hao thought to himself, how come these women can guess so accurately? Just now Hou Xiaoqian also guessed that she was fooling around outside, and Butterfly also guessed that she was fooling around outside. Why didn't anyone guess that she was at home? Could it be that she

Like a fool?

"No, of course not, just a few men, let's talk about ideals, life, and how to make money."

"Only a ghost would believe you!"

When Butterfly heard Yang Hao's serious words, he immediately laughed happily. With the last crisp keystroke, Butterfly laughed: "I checked, he has a lot of phone calls, especially on the 28th.

At five or six o'clock..."

Yang Hao smiled and said: "He is the organizer of the class reunion. Can he not make too many calls? OK, just send me the call record."

Butterfly thanked him and started to operate again. About half a minute later, Butterfly asked curiously: "Done...what do you want to do by investigating other people's call records?"

Yang Hao did not hide Butterfly, explaining: "He told me that he has someone in my wife's company who is observing my wife. I am trying to figure out how to find this traitor, otherwise, what secrets does my wife have?"

It’s all been leaked out, how can we pay it off?”

Butterfly said "Oh" and suddenly lost much interest. After all, compared to those things Butterfly was exposed to, this matter could only be regarded as a very small matter.

"Okay, the matter is settled. I won't tell you anymore. You can continue to fool around. I'm dead."

Yang Hao didn't say much to her. He said good night and hung up the phone. He quickly arrived home. Yang Hao parked the car in the garage and went online on his mobile phone to directly find the email. He glanced at it and saw that there was an email on it.

List, what time, what phone number was called, and how long the call lasted.

Yang Hao flipped through it and found it between six and seven o'clock in the evening on the 28th. There were a lot of calls before six o'clock, but there were fewer calls after six o'clock. Yang Hao glanced at the few sporadic calls.

He put his phone back in his pocket and walked towards the villa.

When he opened the door, Yang Hao unexpectedly found that Qiu Yunzhen was not asleep yet and was still busy in the study. Yang Hao decided to talk to Qiu Yunzhen.

After knocking on the door, Qiu Yunzhen raised her head in front of the computer, looked at Yang Hao at the door, and said softly: "You're back."

What happened last night made Qiu Yunzhen think a lot. Yang Hao stretched out his hand, but then stretched it back. This small gesture seemed to be full of helplessness, which made Qiu Yunzhen feel a little uncomfortable. She couldn't help but reflect on herself.

Aren't you too demanding?

Isn't Yang Hao good enough to him?

Doesn't Yang Hao have the ability?

Does Yang Hao look ugly?

Didn't Yang Hao pay enough for himself?

After many consecutive self-questioning questions, the answers she got were all negative. From this, Qiu Yunzhen felt more and more that her indifferent behavior in the past seemed to be a bit excessive, so she told herself in her heart that she should try to change something gentle from now on.

Be kind to Yang Hao, after all, she is her husband.

Of course, this last reason is also Qiu Yunzhen's own reason for the changes she wants to make. After all, if she really hates the other party, even her husband will never get half a good look from her, just like when they first met

scene at the time.

When Yang Hao heard Qiu Yunzhen's gentle greeting, the tone seemed different from usual, and he was slightly puzzled, but he didn't ask in detail, and said with a smile: "Yeah, why are you still busy? It's already past ten o'clock."

Qiu Yunzhen leaned slightly on the chair, stretched out her hand to rub her temples, and showed a faint wry smile: "These documents must be processed today and will be used tomorrow... Is it going well for Xiaoqian to register today?"

Yang Hao smiled and said: "It went well. I met a lot of new friends. I invited her and her classmates to have lunch. By the way, wife, guess where I went in the evening?"

While Yang Hao was talking, he had already walked into the study, walked around the desk, and walked directly behind Qiu Yunzhen. He stretched out his hand on her shoulders and started to knead her gently. Qiu Yunzhen did not refuse.

Yang Hao's hands were very powerful, and his gentle movements brought slight pain to Qiu Yunzhen's sore shoulders. At the same time, they also brought an indescribable sense of relaxation. The already stiff muscles became

Relax.

"Where have you been? Well, you smell like alcohol. Have you been drinking?"

Yang Hao said with a smile: "When I left school today, I received a call from Dai Weiming. He invited me to attend a party at the Mid-Levels Villa."

"Dai Weiming?"

Qiu Yunzhen opened her slightly squinted eyes, with a bit of strangeness in her eyes: "Why is he calling you?"

Yang Hao chuckled: "So you can't guess, he wants to bribe me to help him chase you."

"What?" Qiu Yunzhen was also shocked. She tilted her pretty face slightly and looked up at Yang Hao's face: "He asked you to help him chase me. Did you say it wrong or did I hear it wrong? Such a ridiculous thing can

occur?"

Yang Hao looked at Qiu Yunzhen's surprised face, but his eyes slid down her raised neck, and along the slightly open collar, he saw two fair, round soft flesh, bulging.

Yang Hao's eyes shifted slightly, and Qiu Yunzhen, who was staring at Yang Hao's face, noticed it, and subconsciously wanted to retract her body, but suddenly remembered what happened last night, Qiu Yunzhen suddenly stopped her movements, and let Yang Hao

Hao's eyes fell there. Anyway, he was just looking. He was his husband. It was nothing to look at, right?

Qiu Yunzhen pursed her lips and did not retract her body deliberately. Instead, she used a natural lowering of her head to slowly block the spring light at her neckline.

"Tell me what's going on."

Qiu Yunzhen's voice was very soft, which was very different from her usual cold and calm voice. Yang Hao finally felt that something was wrong. Qiu Yunzhen seemed to be different from usual today.

Her voice softened a lot, and the way she looked at her also softened a lot. She seemed to have noticed that she had just peeked at her breasts, but she didn't have much of a reaction. Instead, she generously allowed herself to take a few more glances.



Yang Hao was thinking in his heart, but his mouth was not idle: "Because he thinks I am just your distant cousin, and that **** showed up at the class reunion because you used me as a shield."

"Distant cousin?"

There was a bit of surprise in Qiu Yunzhen's voice: "Isn't this an excuse I just said casually? How did he know? Where did he find out about it?"

The smile on Yang Hao's face faded and he said seriously: "Someone in the company was bribed by him."

"Who is buying it?"

Qiu Yunzhen's eyes suddenly showed a bit of coldness. At this time, she seemed to have suddenly returned to her identity as the female president of a listed company worth billions, full of competence and coldness, and even her voice was unconscious

It’s a bit cold. (To be continued)


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