Fang Wenfei was interested in him, and Chen Hao was not a straight man, so how could he not know about it.
Chen Hao doesn't hate Fang Wenfei, but he can't say he likes her either.
After all, the two of them only met once and had too little contact, so naturally they didn't have much affection.
What's more, Fang Wenfei is a popular artist and is always under the spotlight of flashlights. Even in her normal life, she will be secretly photographed by a bunch of entertainment paparazzi. She has very little personal privacy. This is completely contrary to Chen Hao's desire to live a low-key life.
So Chen Hao never thought about developing anything with her.
Originally watching Fang Wenfei flourishing in the entertainment industry with "Eternal Life", Chen Hao was also sincerely happy for her and felt that it was good for the two of them to maintain such a relationship that was neither salty nor cold.
Unexpectedly, Fang Wenfei was framed by the company, almost ended up living on the street, and was insulted by the gangsters. After being rescued and taken home by him, they were now sleeping in the same bed... no, hugging each other.
All of this happening felt like a dream.
"Chen Hao, don't be so distant from me. Can you call me Wen Fei?"
Fang Wenfei knew that Chen Hao was feeling quite complicated at the moment, so she didn't dare to act too seductively and just continued to plead softly.
Now that she is in sight of victory, she must hold firm and not let her lose.
Chen Hao hummed and said nothing, but after a moment, he couldn't help but start rubbing Fang Wenfei's body with his hands.
After all, even a cultivator wouldn't be able to resist such a charming and charming beauty who throws herself into her arms.
The corners of Fang Wenfei's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an expected smile.
If Chen Hao could remain indifferent to her under such circumstances.
Then she had to wonder if Chen Hao had some kind of hidden physiological disease.
Ambiguity breeds and grows in the darkness... Until Fang Wenfei fell into a deep sleep, Chen Hao did not break through the bottom line.
Because he hasn't figured out how to deal with his relationship with Fang Wenfei yet.
If you get carried away for a while and don't care about anything, it will be great, but you will have to be responsible for the girl afterwards.
Chen Hao is not a ruthless scumbag.
Although he just has a lot of girlfriends... Listening to Fang Wenfei snoring softly in his arms, Chen Hao also closed his eyes and planned to continue practicing.
"It's like that, it's like that, it's like that..." Suddenly, the phone rang.
Chen Hao quickly picked up his phone and turned off the ringtone.
Fang Wenfei was not disturbed by the noise and still slept soundly.
Chen Hao glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was an unknown caller.
He casually set up a small confinement to isolate himself from the sound of the phone, and then pressed the call button: "Hello?"
"Finally turned on..." A complaining voice came from the microphone: "Are you Chen Hao?"
Chen Haodao: "I am, who are you?"
The voice said: "You don't need to know who I am, our boss wants to talk to you."
Chen Hao said: "Your boss?
Is it Lu Youwei?"
After Fang Wenfei told him about the experience of being framed by the company, he naturally guessed who the other party was.
The voice didn't seem to expect him to guess it so quickly. He paused and said, "That's right. You have to come to the private room No. 8 on the third floor of Tianxiang Tea House, No. 55 Beiwang Road, within half an hour. If you don't come,
You bear the consequences at your own risk!”
After saying that, the voice hung up the phone.
"Interesting..." Chen Hao's lips curled up slightly: "That's okay, I'll just play with you."
He pointed at Fang Wenfei's eyebrows, causing Fang Wenfei to sleep even harder, then let go of the girl, covered her with a quilt, put up a protective barrier, put on her clothes, opened the window, and flew out invisibly.
After flying out, Chen Hao waved his hand and the window closed automatically.
In less than five minutes, Chen Hao arrived above the Tianxiang Teahouse at No. 55 Beiwang Road.
He glanced at private room No. 8 on the third floor of the teahouse with his spiritual consciousness.
The private room is large in space and decorated in an antique style. In the center is a huge coffee table with exquisite tea sets placed on it. The tea has been boiled and steam is rising.
Surrounding the coffee table is a circle of sofas, with seven or eight people sitting around, leisurely crossing their legs, drinking tea and chatting.
Sitting in the center is a tall, powerful, middle-aged man with a sinewy face. He is Lu Youwei, the boss of Mingyu Company.
Next to Lu Youwei is a smart and capable woman in her forties who is fashionably dressed. She should be Fang Wenfei's manager Yang Lu.
The others seem to be middle and senior management of Mingyu Company, but the specific names and identities of Chen Hao are not known.
Outside the sofa, young men and women in black suits stood in groups of three or three, apparently employees of Mingyu Company.
There were a few particularly burly and stout men, who were obviously bodyguards or thugs.
At the entrance of the teahouse, there were several men who looked like bodyguards looking around, as if waiting for Chen Hao to arrive.
Yang Lu was reporting to Lu Youwei in a low voice: "Boss, today Da Zhuang and the others made a mistake. They could have caught Fang Wenfei, but a police car happened to pass by on patrol, so they didn't dare to move and could only watch Fang Wenfei walk away.
"
Lu Youwei looked dissatisfied: "Trash!"
He asked again: "Do you know where that little bitch went?"
Yang Lu shook her head: "I don't know. I asked around and no one knew her whereabouts, but she must not have gone to the hotel, otherwise the paparazzi would have exposed her. She must have defected to some friend."
Lu Youwei sneered: "This bitch can't hide for long. As long as she wants to appeal, she will definitely show up and find an opportunity to mess with her again!"
As he spoke, he placed the tea cup heavily on the coffee table.
Yang Lu said: "Yes."
Lu Youwei looked at the man in his fifties across from him again: "Lao Gao, have you found Chen Hao's real address?"
The man named Lao Gao shook his head: "No.
This Chen Hao is quite strange. He is obviously an ordinary university teacher, but regardless of his household registration with the public security bureau or the information registered elsewhere, he only has a mobile phone contact information, and his address is the graduate dormitory of Chenguang Foreign Languages School, a subsidiary of Nanjiang University.
But according to insiders at Chenguang Foreign Languages College, Chen Hao has a family and doesn’t live in the dormitory at all.”
Lu Youwei frowned and said, "Chen Hao's specific address is not registered in the household registration?"
Lao Gao said: "No."
Lu Youwei said: "Is he a local or an outsider?
Where is your hometown?
Where are your relatives?
emergency contact?
Can’t we find this information?”
Lao Gao said: "My hometown is Donglin City, Province S, but the information is just here, there is no more. As for relatives and emergency contacts, there is no such thing."
Lu Youwei stopped talking.
Chen Hao sneered slightly.
Ever since Wuqingshan found Xu Qingyi through his real-life connections and prepared to kidnap and threaten him, Chen Hao learned his lesson and used the authority of the secret department to delete all his real-life information and then simplify the processing.
Except for contact information, Chen Hao could not be found at all, let alone his relatives and friends.
No matter how powerful Mingyu's company connections are, can they still compare to the secret department?
Trying to dig up real information about him is just a fool's errand.