Chi Wan was amused by his appearance, "look, baby is also against your words. "
he pursed his lips and looked at her tummy, which was bulging and disappearing, strangely," do you feel pain? "
"It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt much."
"That's good, or I'll teach them a lesson when these two little things come out."
She laughed, "Mr. Wen, you are more childish than a child now!"
They don't need too much words, tacit understanding is enough.
After that night, the next day, Wen Mo called Wen Qing over.
"Ah Qing, it's not impossible for you to start immediately, but I have a premise."
See his expressionless face with a touch of impetuous vomiting, Wen Mo finally made a compromise.
Smell speech, his eyes Shu of a bright, "what?"
"Within a month, can we find out the specific location of Muyun Shenjun factory? I want to be specific. "
Wen Qing pondered for a long time and spewed out a word.
"Yes
"Good." Wen Mo immediately clapped the board, "I'll go to the United States with you. There are two routes."
He nodded heavily, "boss, I will finish the task!"
Wen Mo decided to leave the next day. Before leaving, they all made some preparations, especially Wen Mo, who didn't sleep that night.
Early in the morning the next day, he sat at the head of the bed, looking at the sleeping late, his eyes full of guilt.
He bowed his head, gently kissed her mouth and left quietly.
His departure did not disturb anyone.
At this time, Wen Qing is going to set out.
"When I get back." He squeezed Zheng Meijia's little hand.
Zheng Meijia glared at him, with a trace of resentment in her voice. "How can I hate you so much?"
Although she said that, there was no complaint on her face, only full of heartache.
She bit her lip, then lowered her head, blocking the tears in her eyes, "I'll wait for you to come home."
Wen Qing rubbed her hair and knew she was sorry.
He didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked out the door neatly.
Wenmo arrived in the United States first. His trip was very secret. Even the customs didn't know who was on the plane.
After getting off the bus, he made a phone call and asked a few questions, then came to a very well defended building.
Go in through the secret passage, with armed soldiers on both sides.
"Mr. Wen, please."
"Thank you."
Wen Mo replied politely, and then asked slowly, "when can he come?"
"Wait a moment, Mr. Wen." The other side looked at his watch, "half an hour at most."
"Please."
"You're welcome."
In such a large reception hall, only Wen Mo was left to sit on the sofa.
He looked at the dark sky, and his mouth curved slightly.
Twenty minutes later, the door opened.
Creaky -
the middle-aged man who appeared was obviously stunned when he saw Wen Mo, and a trace of consternation flashed through his eyes.
"Mr. Si, please. I heard that the Secretary General has been waiting for you for a long time."
It's Siyang.
Siyang frowned and went in.
Wen Mo stood up, gave him a polite smile, and took the lead in saying hello in fluent English, "Hello, general manager."
Si Yang came back, his eyes narrowed. "I didn't expect that the person who wanted to see me was Er Shao you."
Wen Mobi made a gesture to invite you to sit down. He was as gentle as a jade, as real as a modest childe, elegant and noble,
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