Mo Yiheng sighed softly. He didn't know when to say she was good.
At eight o'clock, the people of that flight came out one after another, but there were so many people that they didn't know which one it was.
Fang Jiamei tried to identify, but couldn't identify who it was. For a moment, she was frustrated, "what should I do? I don't recognize it at all
Mo Yiheng took her shoulder and comforted: "go back first, I'll let you check his personal information. It's not the way to find out."
Fang Jiamei bowed her head, feeling a little lost. She nodded and was led to the car by him
"I've come back! blamed! How do I know? "
Fang Jiamei's angry voice was heard behind her. She suddenly looked back. A short man in a black suit was walking slowly with a suitcase, holding a mobile phone. She looked very angry.
Fang Jiamei breathed deeply and opened her mouth tentatively: "Xu Jinghui?"
When the man heard the voice and looked at them, his face sank and he didn't even want the box. He went straight to the other side.
Mo Yiheng asked her to wait in place and run to catch up.
Fang Jiamei was a little flustered. She took a look at Mo Yiheng's car and rushed up. She started the car to chase them.
Xu Jinghui ran on the viaduct and lost his strength. He was soon caught by Mo Yiheng and fell to the ground, panting and yelling: "who are you! I really have no money! "
Fang Jiamei arrived by car, stopped on the side of the road, got off and looked at him, "are you Xu Jinghui?"
Xu Jinghui nodded. Mo Yiheng let him go. Looking at his face in horror, he explained: "we are not bad people. We just want to find you to understand the situation and come with us."
Fang Jiamei nodded in agreement.
Xu Jinghui looked at them in disbelief, and finally followed them to the car.
Mo Yiheng drives away from here and goes back to the city, but Xu Jinghui suddenly says he wants to go to the toilet.
"Stop ahead." Fang Jiamei pointed to the shopping center in front of her and said.
Mo Yiheng takes a look at Xu Jinghui in the rearview mirror and slowly stops the car. Just as it stops, Xu Jinghui suddenly pushes the door and runs down, running all the way.
Fang Jiamei is anxious to catch up with the car, but the terrain here is complex and she doesn't catch up.
Mo Yiheng patted her shoulder and comforted: "it's OK. I know what he looks like. I'm sure I can find him."
Fang Jiamei panted and moved her feet in chagrin. "This man must have a ghost!"
Or what?
And just at the airport, who did he call?
For a moment, Fang Jiamei felt more confused than before
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"well, I see. I'll find it. Please be safe." Fang Jiacheng hung up Fang Jiamei's phone, looked out of the window and gently twisted her eyebrows.
A burst of footsteps from behind, Fang Jiacheng turned to see, see Bai Sheng with his people come, respectfully bowed his head, "president."
Bai Sheng looked at him, after a few days of investigation, his impression changed a lot, his eyes also a little bit of appreciation, "I see you adapt well in the group."
Fang Jiacheng dropped his eyes slightly.
Bai Sheng hasn't contacted him with anything important. He hasn't met with the money and the death organization at all.
However, Bai Sheng has tested him a lot during this period of time. He is estimated to be anxious but cautious.
Bai Sheng patted him on the shoulder, took him to one side, low mouth: "I came from the border side of a friend, brought me some good things, low price, there is no suitable person on hand, can you help me?"