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After Wu Sansheng received the document from Fatty Wang, he called within two hours: "Has Wu Xie come out yet?"

"No, three meals a day in the detention center with peace of mind," Fatty Wang loaded the clip with the phone between his hands, "I said Mr. Wu, Director Wu, can't you always say hello to us in advance?"

"I didn't have time...how is Xiaoxie now?"

"I've been staying and flying with Zhang Qiling, and I just need to get a certificate."

"What? With whom?"

"Third Master, you're so embarrassed to ask, you weren't the one who set them up, I said when will the wedding wine be drunk..."

"Wait a minute!" Wu Sanxing patted the table, "Isn't Zhang Qiling a man?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you get together with Xiaoxie!"

"Then I don't know... Anyway, the two of you are very sticky now. Third Master, we have reformed and opened up for more than 30 years. If you want to liberate your mind, you can't beat the mandarin ducks... Hey, don't pat the table for a while. The political commissar and you are anxious .”

"Then I don't care, I, Wu Sansheng, don't marry my nephew!"

"Sincerely, his father hasn't said anything yet..."

"My elder brother doesn't want to marry his son either! After you let them come out, hurry back to the country, I have to ask!"

"Isn't it out yet?"

"Wait!"

Wu Sansheng hung up the phone angrily, and Fatty Wang laughed so hard that his stomach ached. To deal with an old fox like Wu Sansheng, he had to use strong medicine, otherwise who knows how long he would have to wait.

So Wu Xie was woken up by Zhang Qiling when he was in a daze. Wu Xie got up very angry, but after Zhang Qiling smoothed his hair, he calmed down, turned over and sat up: "What's wrong?"

"We can go out."

"Isn't it another four days?" Wu Xie rubbed his eyes, "The black glasses really bailed us out?"

"seems not."

Regardless of how he got out, anyway, he finally didn't have to nest in this aggrieved place, Wu Xie stood up and rubbed his neck, Zhang Qiling straightened his collar for him, and the two walked out of the detention room one after the other.

"The higher-ups negotiated for you to come out," Pan Zi looked exhausted, "Little San Ye, are you alright?"

"It's okay, go back first."

The car was waiting outside, this time it was Li Cu who came to drive the car, and the black glasses were still gone, Wu Xie was so tired that he didn't want to care about it, so he took off his tie and lay down on the back seat of the car to sleep.Zhang Qiling hugged Wu Xie in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Li Cu and Pan Zi glanced back at the same time, it's better not to bother them at this time, the young couple has such a good relationship, we alone look at it sadly.

The black glasses didn't come because he was busy studying Xie Yuchen's flash drive.Although Xie Yuchen asked him to open it in ten days, he couldn't hold back on the fourth day. He knew that it was not that simple for Xie Yuchen to leave eight years ago.

To open or not to open, the black glasses can't wait to have a small flower in their hands, tearing it petal by petal like a girl in a romance novel.Don't ask him when he read this kind of thing, Huo Xiuxiu read it a lot when he was a child, and Grandma Huo burned several copies.

The phone started to vibrate, and the black glasses angrily took out the phone and dropped it on the table, and when he saw the strange number, he picked it up preciously.

Sure enough, it was Xie Yuchen.

"Open it, Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling have come out. Xie Yuchen."

Just as the black glasses were about to ask the reason, another text message was sent.

"No texting back. I'm bored."

The corner of Mr. Squadron Leader's mouth couldn't hold back, he raised his eyebrows, immediately plugged in the flash drive and opened it, and found that all the files... required passwords.

Password... Could it be...

The black glasses took off the sunglasses and pinched the eyebrows, then put them back on, and entered the eight numbers 02200059 on the keyboard.File unlocked successfully.

The black glasses opened the folders one by one. Xie Yuchen had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. No matter what the files were, he always had to organize them neatly. When the black glasses saw the folder named "personal information", he suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

If, if none of them were descendants of the nine admirals, it would be great.

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