MTL - 100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death-Chapter 96

The investigator made a gesture of asking, Ye Wenxuan had to clear his throat, and said: "What, Xing Yuan, are you still talking about business?"

Xing Yuandao: "No, at a friend's house, are you leaving?"

Ye Wenxuan vaguely said: "No, I have to stay here for a while, there is no inspiration for taking pictures, I will not go to you first."

Xing Yuan had some doubts, and Ye Wenxuan heard him whispering to the person next to him: "Sorry, take a call."

Then, the sound of the friction between the table and the chair sounded, and the violin movement that floated around the microphone was getting farther and farther.

After a few seconds, it was quiet there.

Xing Yuan: "Baby, are you ready to put my pigeons?"

Ye Wenxuan looked at the opposite two and had to continue: "Sorry dear, I have been preparing for poyi for a long time. I have no intention of traveling without good works. How about giving me a few more days? We can go together at that time. Galston Beach."

All of what he said was a temporary patchwork. While paying attention to not letting the two opposite sides and the chief behind him discover his micro-expression, he wondered if Xing Yuan could have a heart with his heart.

The anti-terrorist coalition is strictly forbidden to listen to the individual members of the team. Ye Wenxuan is not afraid of them discovering what he said.

He did not want to involve Xing Yuan again. If the investigator knew that Xing Yuan knew his identity and knew what he was doing in Washington, then his and Xing Yuan’s suspicion would be even greater.

Ye Wenxuan didn't doubt it at all. Once he admitted, then the phone call had not been hung up. Xing Yuan would be found by the police in Houston and monitored.

This is not the situation he wants to see.

On the other side of the phone, Xing Yuan paused for a while, then slowly said: "Poyi and me, which is important?"

Ye Wenxuan secretly sighed.

Xing Yuan: "I have been waiting for you in Houston for a week. I was going to the next project a week ago. Now you and I said, you want poyi?"

Ye Wenxuan felt that Xing Yuan’s resentment was really familiar, while he calmed down: “I am not, I am not. Dear, you have to believe that poyi is not very important to me, because there are also Jose and Pulitzer waiting. Looking at me..."

Xing Yuan couldn't bear to say: "I will go back tomorrow, goodbye!"

Then he slammed the phone.

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

Investigator: "???"

Ye Wenxuan’s heart, Xing Zong, your acting skills are not a bit too hard, I am so good now.

The investigator who has been recording the record suddenly sighed: "I didn't expect that the richest man in China was in private... oh, so arrogant..."

The investigator who called the phone said: "If your suspicion is cleared, then call him and slap him."

Ye Wenxuan looked at him with a dead fish eye.

The investigator coughed twice: "Come on, let's continue."

On the other side, Houston, Ancestral’s detached villa.

Xing Yuan stood in the hallway, looked down at his mobile phone, and gradually wrinkled his wrinkles.

"Sir, what do you need to help?" The maid in the villa came over and asked.

The man waved his hand, took the phone back into his pocket, and turned back into the hall.

Four stringers stood on a circular stage. They wore black tuxedos and didn't look around. They only focused on playing "Death and Girl."

Ahn'Qiro is chatting with a girl next to her. The waiters are still putting a plate of fine food on the table. When I see Xing Yuan coming back, Angelo laughs very funny: "Little lover?"

Xing Yuan sat opposite him. Sitting next to him was a blond young boy. Xing Yuan showed a helpless expression: "Chagang. For my future happiness, An Qiluo, don't send me this time. It is."

The boy wanted to lean over and was separated by Xing Yuan. An Qiluo made a sound and waved him to go with the girl around him.

The blond boy flattened his mouth and snorted and turned and left.

An Qiluo smiled and said: "The children raised at home are a little bit squeamish, don't be surprised."

Xing Yuan did not care: "This is nothing."

The topic turned back to the phone just now, and An Qiluo was very interested: "I can make you so worried, I am more curious about this beautiful woman."

Xing Yuan remembered Ye Wenxuan’s remarks, and his heart was a little heavy. He said: “It’s a photographer. We’re here for a long time. This time I wanted him to come to Houston for a vacation, but he still has to work.”

"Oh, I think this is no better, Xing." Ahn'Qiro did not know what he said: "No one knows where the ruining ceremony will take place. It may be here, or it may go thousands of kilometers away. Place. Ha, who knows, anyway, they like the mysterious atmosphere of God."

"You'd better find an excuse to explain with your family, assistants and little lovers," he said. "Because you will probably disappear for a few days, it is necessary to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Xing Yuan glanced at the fiddler with a low eyebrow on the stage and nodded: "I will."

Ahn Luo looked at his sight and pointed to the four people and introduced to Xing Yuan: "You don't care about them. This is my four bodyguards. I don't like the feeling of being surrounded by black suits. People It’s still a bit low-key, they’re just right.”

Xing Yuan’s own skills are very good. It is natural to see that these people have guns at their waists. When they play, their arms pull the bowstrings, and they can faintly see the thin sleeves underneath, looming a layer of full muscles.

They are all practicing, and their strength is not low.

His gaze turned around in a few people, and after the introduction of Ahn'Qiro, he was surprised: "It turned out to be a bodyguard. I really thought they were a famous violinist."

He clearly saw that one of the men who played the violin was smug and seemed to be very useful for this compliment.

Ahn'Qiro: "You don't want to praise them. Pero always wants to find a chance to resign and play the concert. I have to let him show his face at a small party. You can praise him too well. This guy will come back tonight. I am back."

The violinist named Pero was low-eyed and as if he had not heard anything.

After the meal, An Qiluo retired from the waiter and talked with Xing Yuan in the study for more than two hours, and then he was still trying to stop his mouth and recruited the housekeeper: "Prepare the room for my good friend, he wants everything to be as satisfying as possible. Don't come over and ask me."

The housekeeper bent over: "Yes, sir."

Ahn'Qiro: "Xing, I won't be with you tomorrow, but I will pass the video watching ceremony."

Xing Yuan thoughtfully: "Do all members watch the video?"

"No," Angelo told him: "I am your referee, so you need to watch, and the same is true for other people watching."

Xing Yuan: "I know."

Ahn'Qiro: "So, good luck!"

Xing Yuan: "Thank you."

At ten o'clock in the evening, Xing Yuan called Ye Wenxuan again.

The first time he didn't work, he dialed the second time. After five sounds, the talent there was long overdue.

Ye Wenxuan was exhausted and said: "Xing Yuan, haven't you slept yet?"

Xing Yuan paused.

Since the two have confirmed their feelings, Ye Wenxuan has no name to call him, not "old Xing" or "Xing Zong", sometimes tired of being together, he was stunned, and will also come to a "husband."

This is just like the phone call before dinner, which is inexplicable and the content of the chat is not known.

Ye Wenxuan first said: "I really can't go over you. I have been shooting for the past two days. I will go to you when I finish shooting."

Xing Yuan stood by the window and separated the heavy curtains with one hand and looked out through the glass.

There are dozens of bodyguards scattered downstairs throughout the villa, and the training rooms are well-trained and well-organized.

He said: "I don't have much interest in your poyi. I will go to other places to talk about the project tomorrow, and you will not use it to find me."

Ye Wenxuan glanced: "You are leaving?"

Xing Yuan’s gaze turned back into the house. His blue eyes turned around on various objects. While walking slowly in the room, he listened to the phone: “You put my pigeons, I am very sad, I have to use my work to paralyze myself. ”

Ye Wenxuan followed the play: "No, dear, I love you! Please forgive me again this time, wait for me to take Poyi's Photographer of the Year Award, with a bonus and honor, driving a colorful cloud to meet you - —"

Xing Yuan’s mouth is obviously pumping, and it’s a bit too late.

At the same time, he also heard a slight "beep" current in the earpiece.

Xing Yuan walked in the footsteps.

On his left is a luxurious and complex classical American bed and a dark brown bedside table.

The man's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, his eyes scraped through every corner, and finally stayed in the gap between the bedside table and the wall.

Ye Wenxuan: "Xing Yuan, I am serious, we can go to Switzerland to register first, or you prefer other places, I can give you a name first..."

Xing Yuan held the wall with one hand and looked at the gap at the side.

In the sound of the current stabbing in the ear, he saw the back of the bedside table, sticking a tiny **.

Ye Wenxuan: "Hey, don't ignore me, although you haven't introduced me to your family, I don't mind..."

Xing Yuan did not touch the **, but stood up straight and walked a few steps away. This responded: "Baby, I think we have to calm down and think for a few days."

Ye Wenxuan: "Oh, alright... although I think I am very calm..."

Xing Yuan continued: "Get it, the same is true last time. If Yu Wei came to me, I don't know that you secretly went abroad."

Ye Wenxuan did not turn around: "...ah?"

Xing Yuan said to himself: "There is another guy named Quinton who doesn't know which corner to run from. When I meet, I say that he is your true love, not only to give me a hole in my thigh, but also Warn me how far I have to go."

Ye Wenxuan: "Hey..."

Xing Yuan: "I will leave Houston tomorrow. I might go to Quinton to have a duel. In short, let's contact you later."

Ye Wenxuan: "...haha?"

Xing Yuan: "Although I don't contact, you know, I love you. If you take the opportunity to recruit bees and give me a green head, I will let you not get out of bed for a week."

Then he hung up the phone.

Ye Wenxuan: "???" buddy, acting is good, especially for the role of the husband.

The two investigators who listened to the whole process took off the headset and stared at him for a long time, with different expressions.

The face that made the record is incredible: "The former top ten richest people in the world, the private character is like this..."

The other person looked at Ye Wenxuan, shook his head and looked at him again: "Really, you may not be suitable."

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

Yes, Xing is always a play, and they are really not suitable.

The elderly investigator said: "Come here today. Your suspicion has not been thoroughly cleaned up. You should stay in this interrogation room until you have finished reviewing all members, and you can revoke everyone including you." Monitoring on the body."

Ye Wenxuan looked up at him: "That is, I have to sit here until you have finished reviewing everyone?"

Investigator: "Yes."

Ye Wenxuan: "What should I do when I sleep?"

The investigator pointed to the folding bed that was standing against the wall in the corner: "There is no pillow quilt, but there is air conditioning in the room. It should be good to fall asleep."

The bed was obviously used frequently, and Ye Wenxuan’s mouth was pumping: “When did I go to the bathroom?”

The investigator refers to the monitoring probe: "When there is a beckoning, there will be a small team to serve you, absolutely presidential level."

Ye Wenxuan: "Please say something simple."

Scout: "If you want to escape on the road, these seven or eight great men will press you on the ground and then turn you into a pig."

Ye Wenxuan: "..."

He sighed: "Okay, I know."