The national husband got married quietly?

Jin Cancan felt that he had to call Zhongli: "Do you think the Zhou family didn't arrest him because of the face of his employment in the Bo Group?"

Zhong Li's eyelashes trembled and he didn't dare to raise his eyes.She thought it was easy.

Jin Cancan wanted to say something else, but Secretary Qiao pushed the door open and sent her an invitation.

Zhou Sheng and Mu Alin's engagement banquet will be at noon tomorrow. I didn't expect the Zhou family to move so fast!

"You have nothing to do here, go to Zhou Mina. Don't have too much psychological burden, what should come will always come."

Jin Cancan knew that Zhongli had a low self-esteem, and she remembered what that ugly duckling Zhongli said.

"Even if the prince turns into a frog, he still belongs to the prince. Although Cinderella is a bit downcast, she is indeed the Duke's daughter. Cancan, I am nothing, I am nothing..."

Zhong Li lay on the table, buried his head on his arms, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

In fact, she knows better than anyone else that she has no family background or background, and even her studies are in ordinary universities in China.

"It doesn't matter if you talk about it alone. Instead of thinking about it by yourself, you might as well go to Zhou Min." Jin Cancan got up and patted her on the shoulder, "I'm going to rest, you can go to him .”

Some words are not useful if she just said them, and Zhong Li has to wake up to them.

It seems that because Jin Cancan accepted the media interview and tied the Jin family and the Bo family into a united front, it was a rare depression in the afternoon.

Jin Cancan was lying on the office chair, her fingertips kept resting on the phone calendar, swipe up and down, counting over and over again in her heart, almost eight days.

There is still no news from the police, but Liu Jiangzhou gave her a clue, "I think we have been looking a little bit in the wrong direction. I went to Baolai Bay Hotel with the police today and found some clues. But I I can't say, I'm afraid that Lu Zhiyang may have already known about Bo Qichen's whereabouts."

Hearing the words, Jin Cancan stood up from the chair, hurriedly rescued the mobile phone that fell from his ear, put it on his ear and asked urgently, "You mean, you have found Bo Qichen's whereabouts? How sure are you?" ?”

She didn't realize that her voice was trembling slightly.

Liu Jiangzhou regretted it a bit, and should have told her after the matter was confirmed.

"Don't expect too much, maybe my discovery is wrong. If I have to give you a certainty, two points?" Liu Jiangzhou said vaguely.

Jin Cancan let out a long breath, let himself sink into the chair completely, put the phone on the right arm, and rested his head on it, so as not to lose the phone.

"Well, it's much better than being aimless. I'll let Wei Lan go with you, and I must be ahead of Lu Zhiyang."

Jin Cancan and Liu Jiangzhou didn't know whether Lu Zhiyang had really hacked the surveillance system, even Lu Zhiyang himself couldn't find Bo Qichen's whereabouts, or he himself knew where Bo Qichen was.

No one dared to bet.

Liu Jiangzhou waited for Wei Lan to arrive with ten bodyguards, and then waited silently in the distance of Baolai Bay Hotel.

Everyone dressed up and didn't intend to drive.

Wei Lan didn't know where to find some old motorcycles and a broken pick-up truck, plus helmets and other things, and after a while, he dressed twelve people into a road repair team.

Liu Jiangzhou was a little better, at least he didn't pretend to be a worker, he looked like a supervisor with a computer, at least like a blueprint.

People come out.

Wei Lan saw the cleaner riding a battery car out of the staff dormitory in Baolaiwan, his brows were furrowed enough to hold a bean, and he said in a deep voice, "Manager Liu, are you sure you're not framing us?"

Liu Jiangzhou tugged at his clothes, "What are you doing when I frame you? Do you think I'm taking you to do cosplay? Pretending to be migrant workers?"

Liu Jiangzhou has already stepped on the back seat of Wei Lan's motorcycle, ready to follow.

But Wei Lan was still puzzled, and seemed to think that with the boss's IQ, it was impossible for him to be picked up by a cleaner.

"Did you forget what Shen Fengning ate before he died?" Liu Jiangzhou asked impatiently.

After finally being able to be a famous detective Conan, Wei Lan turned out to be so dishonest.

When Wei Lan was about to follow, Liu Jiangzhou hurriedly said, "Don't tell your wife, lest she get excited and pedal a broken bicycle to save people."

Jin Cancan is really capable of doing this. Liu Jiangzhou and her are fellow villagers. Although they didn't have much contact with her when they were young, he later asked about Jin Cancan's past.

Cough cough, the school is low-key, once back to the farm, it is a trivial matter if the pedals of the bicycle fly away.

It's really embarrassing for her to sit in the headquarters of Bosch Group as an intellectual woman now.

The cleaning lady went all the way to the outskirts of the city, and even changed into a motorcycle.

In this gap, Wei Lan asked a bodyguard to pretend to be a passerby to ask the cleaning lady for directions, and put the tracker and camera on her bag without any trace.

Liu Jiangzhou didn't dare to follow too closely, firstly, he was afraid of revealing his secrets, and secondly, he had already positioned himself, so he was not afraid that she would run away.

But half an hour later, a snowflake appeared on Liu Jiangzhou's computer.

"Oops, hurry up, don't worry about what happens later, just go forward!"

Liu Jiangzhou yelled loudly, causing Wei Lan and the others to speed up.

There is a special chip in the camera he installed, so the network will not be disconnected just because of this kind of place.

It must be someone from Lu Zhiyang who came.

Sure enough, the group walked side by side with two silver vans not long after they left.

"Cut a shortcut!"

Motorcycles are much smarter than vans, and you can follow the cleaning along the country roads.

Fortunately, the positioning system did not disappear, but if Lu Zhiyang blocked the positioning first, he would be blind.

With Lu Zhiyang's hatred for the Bo Group, he might have dragged Bo Qichen to a ravine and buried him.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Liu Jiangzhou shouted against the wind, pouring cold wind into his stomach, and now his stomach is full of flatulence.

What he didn't expect was that it was because he diverted Wei Lan and the others into the small road that the red-haired boy who was in the silver van mistakenly thought they were just a team of wage earners returning home, and relaxed their vigilance towards them.

But even so, Liu Jiangzhou still lost him.

The tracker landed on a path, and it should have been shaken off by the cleaning staff halfway.

"Look at what your people are doing. You can't even install a tracker! There is always an 80.00% chance that your blog is here. What should we do now, what should we do?"

When Liu Jiangzhou got out of the car, he threw his helmet aside and grabbed his head with both hands.

It's crazy.

Wei Lan's face was gloomy. They were bodyguards and not secret agents. Could it be possible to make them decathlon?

The clue was broken, and the few people couldn't openly go to the village to ask if they had seen a strange man.

In a place like this where every household is closely related, there are ghosts only if you can ask.

And I didn't see the two vans coming.

He didn't dare to cut off the network here to hack into the mobile phones of these villagers, for fear that it would give Lu Zhiyang's people an opportunity.

Under all kinds of impatience, I suddenly heard the sound of setting off firecrackers and beating gongs and drums.

Liu Jiangzhou's eyes lit up, and he took Wei Lan and the two brothers into the village with hard hats on.