Chapter 213: Miss me

This high-profile act was purely deliberate.
So, just want to know who Devil is.
The only thing that I didn't expect was that they blew themselves up over there and recruited everyone from the Yuncheng Police Station.
If you don't let the hotel fall into any bad situation, you can only stop here.
After hearing the broadcast, Xiao Jiu and the others stopped.
"Are you Interpol?"
Song and Add looked at each other and nodded their heads to admit, and when Add wanted to speak, Song interrupted in advance:
"Yes, we are arresting an important international criminal, and we have been tracking it for more than half a year. The person who got the news before was in Yuncheng, so I'm sorry."
For a time, Xiao Jiu felt a little confused.
Sure enough, Song then asked again:
"Can you tell us why you are here?"
Leng Zheng heard the movement here very clearly from his earphone, and then he issued a command:
"Tell them that the company arranged to rest in the hotel. For others, let them ask the person in charge."
As for whether the other party will believe this statement, it is simply out of consideration.
This is the official reason. For other things, go to the police station.
Now that everyone at the Yuncheng Police Station has arrived, they must have gone through the station.
I just don't know, will that Devil come forward?
Leng Zheng looked at his wife as if excited, and the corners of his mouth twitched:
"Madam, just leave it to me."
Jiang Tingxu immediately stopped:
"Don't, is the police station? I'll go!"
amount?
Leng Zheng's scalp is jumping:
"Madam, isn't this bad? If the boss knows..."
Knowing that he actually let his wife go to the police station, it must be finished!
"What does it have to do with him?"
Cough, cough.
"Madam, I can't do this. I need to call the boss."
Jiang heard that Xu was very upset, but he also knew that if Leng Zheng was not allowed to make this call, it would definitely not work.
Waved his hand:
"Okay, hit it."
After getting permission, Leng Zheng quickly took out his cell phone and dialed the number, but he was quickly connected, but the person was not himself.
"Huh, Captain?"
Hearing Xiao Liu's voice on the phone, Leng Zheng coughed again:
"What about the boss?"
"Shooting ads."
Leng Zheng was about to speak, when the phone in his hand was taken away:
"Let Mo Boyuan answer the phone."
Country F, a well-known private estate.
A foreigner director looked at the scene being filmed with excitement in his eyes:
"Good, Verygood, the shot is so good, Mr. Mo is simply God's darling!"
At this time, Mo Boyuan is wearing a navy blue tuxedo in the style of the 18th century, with a pure white linen shirt and a well-tailored waistcoat in the same color, as well as popular hats, walking sticks, and glasses.
Hutuotuo is an 18th century European aristocratic gentleman, with no sense of peace.
Xiaoliu rushed into the shooting crowd with his mobile phone and waved his mobile phone at Mo Boyuan who was shooting.
After Mo Boyuan saw it, he was not affected at all, but if he looked closely, he could see that all his movements had accelerated a lot.
Finally, the director shouted:
"card!"
Mo Boyuan smoothly corked the perfume bottle in his hand to the person next to him, and then came towards Xiao Liu.
"Boss, Mrs. Call."
"Ok."
After answering the phone, seeing that the call was not interrupted, he turned his back and said in a humble voice:
"Miss me?"