Chapter 32

After listening to me, Mike finally understood. After thinking for a while, he said to me, "I'm a little busy recently, but I can find a way to make time. It's just that you don't have a passport. It's very difficult. Even if you go to make up for it, it will take more than a month. Can you wait so long?"

Look at Mike's look, he seems to want me to stay, but do I want to stay to eat his, use his? The relationship between Fu Nanshan and me was already very rigid. Now I thought that I could pull back a city by Liu Xuanxuan's making trouble. Who knows that Fu Nanshan was just coaxed by Liu Xuanxuan and left me.

I told Mike that there was a cat in the house who was crying for food. It was urgent to go out and put enough food and water for the cat to eat for two or three days. If I don't go back in time, the cat I was told will starve to death in my rental house.

Mike knew that I was worried about my cat, so he was eager to go back, so he didn't hide from me any more. He told me that in fact, he is the owner of my hotel. At the same time, he owns three listed companies and two private airplanes. One is used to carry passengers, and the other is used to play by air.

So I'm walking around the street, and I meet a super local tyrant?

And this local tyrant is still an American citizen. If I had been in my seventeen or eighteen years, I would have been very happy, but this time is different from the past.

I thought we had to go through some complicated procedures, such as finding someone to pick us up, and finding the pilot to fly the plane on the apron of his private apartment. But in fact, the roof of my hotel is an apron, and there is a commercial aircraft on the apron, which is twice as high as Mike's private aircraft.

Thanks to Mike, I not only had a good day in Washington, but also went home smoothly.

Originally, when Mike sent me back to China, he should have returned directly. But because of my previous joke, he stayed in China and stayed in the hotel near my rental house.

When Mike saw my rental house, he was shocked. He didn't expect that such a beautiful and dignified me would live in a messy and narrow space.

In fact, my room is just small, but my little dark master, while I'm not here, has ruined my room.

Later, Mike helped me clean and tidy the rental house, and it was 9 p.m. During this period, we have been flying for so long that it's time for us to have a good rest.

Before the meal, I ordered a five-star presidential suite for him in advance, which was also in return for his help. Although I used the money of Fu Nanshan's gold card, at least I can swipe his card.

In fact, after I came back, I was worried that the card would be frozen, but unexpectedly, the amount still remained unchanged.

The hotel where I made the reservation was close to my rental house, so Mike didn't say much and accepted it.

In order to save time, we used meals directly in the hotel restaurant. After dinner, I'm ready to say hello to Mike and leave. During his stay, Mike repeatedly asked me to stay with him in the hotel. Even if it's two rooms, it doesn't matter, because he is very strange here, and his Chinese level can only say some simple conversations, and it's not standard.

It's a miracle that I can understand, but I still communicate with him in English.

I can't bear to think that he has given me so much help, and now I have to leave him here alone. The most important thing is that I am worried about what help he needs during my absence. No one can give him the help he wants directly. Because the language barrier is there.

I don't know how the story of Mike and I eating and living together in the hotel got to Fu Nanshan's ears. Almost in the middle of the night, my door was knocked.

The messy and pressing knock on the door made me uncomfortable, especially when I was asleep. It's hard to avoid getting up when I wake up like this, but when I open the door and see Fu Nanshan with a black face, all of my getting up anger turns into cowardice.

"You, you, why are you here, Mr. Fu?"

The appearance of Fu Nanshan was unexpected. At this time point, it's almost 2:30 in the evening. For Fu Nanshan, who has a wife, he should be sleeping with his wife in his arms, but this man just appeared at the door of my room.

"Qu Youran, say, did you do something shady behind my back?"

His tone seemed not to be a question, but rather a question.

"Mr. Fu, I think Qu Youran hasn't done anything that I'm sorry for you, including the things that I don't care about. It's also a fake image made by your wife. What do you think I've done now?"

As soon as my voice fell, Fu Nanshan pushed me away and rushed into the bedroom. He rushed into the bedroom and went straight to the double bed.

I was half awake when I got up, so I covered my pillow under the quilt. From a distance, it's like someone is sleeping in bed.

Fu Nanshan rushed to the bed and opened the bedding, but the pillow under the bedding made his expression embarrassed for a time. He didn't seem to give up, and then he rushed to the bathroom to have a look. In the end, including the bottom of the wardrobe and bed, all the places he thought he could hide were turned over.When he couldn't find it, I leaned against the wall, looked at him and said, "so Mr. Fu is here to catch the traitor this time?"

"Hum!"

Fu Nanshan was wrong. He didn't know what words he could use to express his feelings except for his cold hum to me.

I've been tortured by Fu Nanshan for two or three days. Now that he's eaten shriveled, I'd like to go down the drain. But if I think about it, it's time to go down the drain. I'm sure I don't have good fruit to eat.

Fu Nanshan squatted on the ground, sullen, at the same time seems not to give up. He got up from the kitchen floor, took out the mobile phone in his pants pocket and looked for something. A moment later, he took the mobile phone to me, pointed to the picture above that I was dining with Mike and said, "who is this man? You'd better explain it to me."

"Guide and driver!"

Yes, I've known Mike for more than ten hours. Besides taking me around Washington, he drove me back by private plane. He's not a tour guide. What's the driver?

"Driver? guide? Qu leisurely, you are really joking. Is Mike Cardini your driver

What? Mike is actually the son of private politics. That's a great character. No wonder Mike has been hesitating and refusing to tell me his true identity. He just told me what he created.