Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

At a private airport in Kyoto, the Gulfstream G650 slowly landed on the tarmac. He Yan walked off the plane with his head down. When there were two steps from the ground, Heng Pili suddenly stretched out a pair of hands to wrap around his waist, scaring He Yan. Take a big hop along.

"What are you afraid of?" Zhou Yancheng smiled and hugged him down, "Who else would dare to hug you except me, baby, I miss you so much!"

He Yan saw his old attack clearly, and was stunned:

"What shape are you in?"

April in Kyoto is no different than Nanjiang, it is the time when it is getting warmer and colder. Zhou Yancheng is wearing a black safari jacket, and inside is a light coffee-colored retro printed shirt. On the chest, the sunglasses fell on the neckline, the black trousers wrapped the muscular and long legs, and the waist of the trousers was tied into the high-top boots. The hormones all over the body seemed to be flowing magma that couldn't wait to burst out from the crater.

"I dressed up specially to welcome you," Zhou Yancheng squeezed his eyes, leaned into He Yan's ear and smiled lowly, his hoarse voice was full of provocation, "Isn't it sexy? Isn't it particularly handsome and masculine? Be careful? It's not bang bang... let me hear it!"

He Yan patted his forehead with a palm:

"Pull you down!"

Zhou Yancheng smiled and put his head on He Yan's shoulder, tilted his head, and said with an almost innocent expression:

"You don't like it? Don't you find that all the men in a 500-meter radius are like eunuchs compared to me?"

He Yan couldn't laugh or cry, and was afraid that others would hear, so he glared at him angrily.

"Does it look good?" Zhou Yancheng hugged He Yan's waist and followed him step by step. Although it is a private airport, there are many people around the ground staff, flight attendants and their driver assistants. Zhou Yancheng doesn't care that others are all bowing their heads and smiling , while walking, he kept asking, "Is it good or not?"

He Yan hit his forehead with a finger:

"Mr. Zhou, you are 37 years old, read more and show less."

Zhou Yancheng's hippie smile:

"Did I show it? Where did I show it? Hey, Yanyan, your mind is unhealthy. I dress so handsomely, but you only see meat! You're lustful!"

"roll!"

Zhou Yancheng became more energetic:

"Does it look good? If you don't like it, I will be sad! I will show you my sad heart now!"

"Looks good." He Yan perfunctory.

"How nice is it?"

He Yan rolled his eyes and dragged the behemoth on his back for a few steps, and finally couldn't hold back his smile. He pressed the back of his head against the forehead of Yancheng next week, and gave a three-character comment from the bottom of his heart:

"Sex to death!"

The two walked to the car like Russian dolls, Zhou Yancheng opened the passenger door and let He Yan sit in first, then he asked the driver to send He Yan's luggage to another car, and he got into the driver's seat .

They couldn't wait to kiss each other, the longing after the farewell made this kiss intense and fiery, sticking together was like rain after a long drought.

The biggest change in He Yan's marriage for so many years is that at this moment, there is no awkward reserve and reserve. Both parties burst out the most direct demand and acceptance, and each other seems to want to swallow the other.

"I miss you so much," Zhou Yancheng sighed, he gently wiped He Yan's lips with his thumb, and asked hoarsely, "Do you miss me?"

He Yan looked at him with a smile and didn't speak.

"Do you want to, say."

He Yan nodded.

Zhou Yancheng reluctantly bowed his head into his arms:

"Don't nod, you have to speak out, you have to be unreserved, sincere, say it, say it!"

"Think, think," He Yan was really defeated by him, "I miss you!"

The smile in Zhou Yancheng's eyes almost flew out, he pressed He Yan on the seat, and kissed him deeply again.

The heat was steaming in the small space of the car. After all, we hadn't seen each other for many days. He Yan deliberately pampered Zhou Yancheng.

"Take it easy, don't bite..."

"If you don't bite, just kiss."

"This fucking is not called gnawing...fuck!"

Zhou Yancheng's hand slid all over He Yan's body as if he had oiled it on. With one hand, he adjusted the co-pilot's seat to the lowest position. After stepping over, he slapped Zhou Yancheng on the back of the head, and stared non-threateningly with his misty eyes:

"Go down!"

"Mmmmm~~~"

Zhou Yancheng hummed the words "um" in a cadence, showing his true rogue, he rubbed on He Yan's body, coquettishly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, baby, it's been a week! It's all about self-reliance, you see Look, the calluses on this hand are all worn out!"

He shamelessly stretched his fingers into He Yan's mouth while stalking him shamelessly, and He Yan bit him unceremoniously!

"Ow!"

Zhou Yancheng let out a wail, and suddenly became angry, "You don't love me anymore!"

"You playwright," He Yan pressed the button next to the seat, and the co-pilot slowly went up again, and he pushed Zhou Yancheng down, "Drive, go home!"

Zhou Yancheng grabbed He Yan's hand and complained:

"Can't drive! You can figure it out yourself, who is to blame if the traffic police stop you? You are only allowed to drive with two legs, you don't know..."

Just when He Yan was about to pull out his ear scraper, his mobile phone rang at this moment. He pushed Zhou Yancheng and took out his mobile phone. Just as he was about to answer it, Zhou Yancheng held He Yan's hand.

The laughter and enthusiasm disappeared from Zhou Yancheng's face like a tide that suddenly faded, replaced by a dignified expression.

He Yan just wanted to speak, but Zhou Yancheng gestured a finger on his lips, then he took out a metal instrument from the storage compartment, scanned it all over He Yan's body, and finally took the mobile phone from He Yan's hand, Throw it on the back seat.

He Yan asked silently: What's wrong?

"It's okay, we can talk," Zhou Yancheng said in a deep voice, "Yanyan, you said you saw someone who looked like Fu Si at the Nanjiang Hotel?"

He Yan nodded: "Have you checked?"

Zhou Yancheng called up a video from his mobile phone and handed it to He Yan:

"Did you see him by the artificial lake?"

"Yes," He Yan pointed to a gravel road by the pool, "he just walked here, his profile and figure are very similar."

Zhou Yancheng motioned He Yan to continue watching, and after a while He Yan realized something was wrong, and he raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yancheng.

Zhou Yancheng's fingers rested vaguely on the top of the phone screen:

"It's weird, isn't it? The two of us were talking on the phone at [-]:[-] p.m. At that time, you told me that the artificial lake was very lively, and there were people dancing electronic dances on the lawn. It was around [-]:[-] p.m. video, but you see..."

He Yan widened his eyes:

"There's no one here - the video has been tampered with!"

Zhou Yancheng nodded slowly to him.

He Yan's mind turned quickly:

"The person I saw just looked very similar to Fu Yuxing. Even if we really found the surveillance, we would only feel that the person was similar, but now the video has been tampered with... What does this mean? Could it be that Fu Yuxing Really not dead?"

"Compared with whether that person is Fu Si, you should be more concerned about another issue." Zhou Yancheng's face was so gloomy that he was dripping water, "Why did you ask me to check the surveillance of the Disson Hotel? problem?"

He Yan took a breath:

"Someone is spying on us!"

"Yes, my cell phone is monitored."

"Then my..."

"So I ask you not to answer the phone, and I will send your mobile phone directly to Lao Qin in a while, and let's change it."

Zhou Yancheng's father is the head of MMS, and Lao Qin is the head of the former [-]th Bureau, now retired, he is one of the security consultants behind the huge business group, Hongshi Capital, and is proficient in mail inspection and telecommunications investigation and control.

"Won't that scare the snake away?"

"Already shocked," Zhou Yancheng shrugged, "If we want to take this video, we will already startled the other party."

"Then Lao Qin found out who is monitoring your phone?"

Zhou Yancheng rested his fingers on the steering wheel and tapped repeatedly:

"The tracked address is on an island in the western Pacific Ocean, but that small island is open to tourists from many surrounding countries, so it would be too late to find someone in the past."

"This is so strange," He Yan pursed his lips tightly, "If I just saw a person similar to Fu Yuxing, even if the surveillance captured it, there are many similar people in the world, and we may not be able to pursue it. On the contrary, the other side made such a big fuss about this video, it's like 300 taels of silver here..."

Zhou Yancheng's eyes flickered:

"So there might be something more important in that video, or..."

"Or the other party deliberately drew our attention, making us suspect that Fu Yuxing is not dead! They even reminded us that we are being watched!"

Zhou Yancheng approvingly kissed He Yan on the cheek:

"clever."

He Yan is full of worry:

"Being able to monitor you without knowing it, few ordinary people can do this technology..."

Zhou Yancheng took He Yan's hand and pulled him into his arms, and patted him on the back comfortingly:

"Don't worry, I seldom talk about important things on the phone," he paused, with a mischievous smile on his brows and eyes, and said aggrievedly, "It's just that a lot of things that were only meant for you were ignored. Listening to other bastards, I feel so bad!"

He Yan couldn't help but feel hot, and rolled his eyes angrily, Zhou Yancheng is always open-mouthed, and he just opens his mouth to talk dirty.

He Yan gave Zhou Yancheng an elbow with little force, and frowned slightly:

"If Fu Yuxing really didn't die, I don't know whether it's good or bad for Li Ran. I still think it's unlikely. Fu Yuxing has no reason to cheat death. We saw him get sick with our own eyes, not to mention how he cared about Xiao Ran so much. Maybe abandon him? His feelings for Xiao Ran cannot be faked..."

Zhou Yancheng rubbed his chin lightly on the top of He Yan's hair, and said thoughtfully:

"It is the most unreliable to infer a person's behavior entirely from emotion. Not everyone can put emotion above everything else."

He Yan raised his head: "You doubt him?"

"In this world, except you, I will not completely trust anyone, and I trust you not because I am too rational or too blind, but because even if you want my life, I am willing to do so."

He Yan was dumbfounded, every time he thought that Zhou Yancheng's love talk skills had reached the peak, this person could always reach a new peak by himself.

Zhou Yancheng smirked and rubbed He Yan into his arms again:

"Don't think about others, let's do our own business first, come on baby, give me a kiss..."

----

On the rooftop, the rain fell continuously, hitting Xiao Ran's body like needles quenched with ice water one after another. He stared at the countless colorfully blooming red hearts on the huge screen in front of him, and the blood in his whole body was frozen.

"Beep beep beep-"

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone was like a high-volt voltage whipping his nerves. Xiao Ran was shocked. He walked quickly to a place where there was no rain before answering the phone. Mu Nancheng's deep voice sounded from the other end:

"Have you changed your clothes yet?"

"Not yet," Xiao Ran's throat felt dry, "Mr. Mu, I..."

Just as Xiao Ran was about to speak, he heard that Mu Nancheng was also in a mess. Li Zhan's high-pitched voice was exceptionally clear:

"I'm sure your waiter stole my phone. No one else came in here except him... What? You don't know who that person is? Isn't that your regular employee? Are you kidding, you six-star The hotel also recruits temporary workers?"

Johnson, the general manager of the hotel, was about to cry:

"Li Shao, the waiter you mentioned is really not an employee of our hotel. I have asked someone to check, and the surveillance video is also being checked. I will definitely be able to get your phone back..."

"Do you know how important the information in my mobile phone is? If it is leaked, who will bear the responsibility?"

"I'm sorry, Young Master Li..."

"Don't fucking say sorry to me, find me right now!"

……

Xiao Ran retracted what was on his lips, and asked instead:

"What's wrong over there? I seem to hear brother Zhan arguing with someone."

"He lost his mobile phone. It may have been stolen by the waiter just now. Johnson is looking into it."

"Brother Zhan's mobile phone has a location, just ask someone in his company to find the location."

"It can't be decided, probably the main board of the mobile phone has been disassembled." Mu Nancheng paused for a while, he seemed to cover the receiver of the mobile phone, and after more than ten seconds he spoke again lightly, "But now the mobile phone All the data has been remotely cleared, and it is not a big deal to lose it.”

Xiao Ran went down a few steps while listening to the phone, he suddenly thought of something, and ran back again, the sound of rain splashing mixed with the sound of his treading water was clearly recorded into the receiver, Mu Nancheng immediately asked:

"Where are you? Are you outside? It's raining outside, do you know..."

Xiao Ran hung up Mu Nancheng's phone, dialed He Yan's mobile phone urgently, waited for a long time for no one to answer him, and then dialed Zhou Yancheng again, and it was indeed He Yan who answered the phone:

"Xiao Ran?"

"Senior, I need your help with a few things," Xiao Ran said eagerly, "I'm in Hong Kong City now, I'll send you a photo later, you can help me check this person's background, besides, Hong Kong City The Universal Building LED advertisement, who bought it between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-]..."

His gaze was firmly fixed on the exit of the Global Building opposite. A man wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a peaked cap was walking out quickly. Not far away, a black Toyota car slowly slid over. When the man opened the door Raising his head, the gazes of the two collided at a distance of tens of meters, and Xiao Ran's pupils suddenly widened.

The man smiled and made a pattern on his chest, then got into the car in front of him.

"Also," Xiao Ran continued talking to the phone slowly, "A car with the license plate number Hong Kong P6523, I want to know who the owner is..."

He Yan didn't ask any more questions, just said "yes".

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Zhou Hefufu has an extension in the old place, those who are interested in this pair of cp can watch it.