While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 837 Unmoved

Although the mixed-race man said that he would not send wedding gifts until he could catch his flight, Song He understood that the mixed-race man's words were not true at all!
Therefore, Song He was sure that the other party would really give him a wedding gift!
But at the same time, he also saw from the attitude revealed in the text message that the mixed-race man still regarded him as a friend after knowing that he was a policeman, so he should take his policeman status into consideration when choosing gifts and not be too Too showy.

Thinking about this clearly, Song Heli immediately understood that as long as Wu Xuerui made a good preparation in advance, even if the mixed-race man gave a gift that didn't conform to the rules, he could explain it clearly.

Therefore, in Song He's description of Wu Xuerui, the unpredictable and amazingly energetic mixed-race man became a rich second-generation man who met by chance and liked to seek extraordinary experiences when he was performing missions in Le country.

"Since it's a friend, you have to treat it well. Anyway, you have friends from the rich second generation and the third generation, and he's not bad." Thanks to Song He's logic ability and language skills, Wu Xuerui didn't care about the mixed-race man's identity. suspicious.

"I'm afraid that he will send some exaggerated things now." Song He's mind flashed the pure gold mahjong that was still eating ashes in his ring at this time, and he couldn't help smiling bitterly: "This person's hobbies are different from ours, so he I'm really not sure what to give."

"But no matter what he sends, it's his kindness, we just keep it. And right now I have to investigate a case, and I'll take a chance to avoid the limelight. I guess I'll have to leave in a few days."

Wu Xuerui thought of Song He's actions in Kun County and Shen Jianghe's contribution to the flames, she shook her head and laughed: "Are you sure it's not mainly to avoid the limelight, and then investigate the case incidentally?"

"It means the same thing, there is no difference." Song He shamelessly spread his hands.

After talking and laughing and sending his tired girlfriend home, Song He and Wu Xuerui made an appointment to go to the photography company to choose photos the next day, then left the community where Wu Xuerui lived, and walked home step by step.

Halfway through the journey, Song He's cell phone, which he used to send text messages to Liu Yun, rang, but it was Liu Yun's phone.

"Boss, I got the flight list." Liu Yun asked succinctly: "Among the flights to Yucheng within a week, domestic boarding stations account for [-]% of the flights, and international flights account for [-]%. How to screen?"

"Domestic ones are excluded." Song He said decisively: "According to the time zone, exclude those countries that are currently between midnight and five o'clock in the morning."

Liu Yun immediately followed suit: "There are still seventeen flights left."

"Send me all the passenger information of these seventeen flights." Song He thought for a while before adding: "You can check those private jets that fly to Yucheng Airport and keep paying attention."

"If there is a new private jet flying in, also check the personnel information, the place of take-off and the specific time of take-off and landing."

Liu Yun complied decisively, and seeing that Song He had no other requests, he hung up the phone.

Soon, Song He received an email from Liuyun, and after quickly checking all personnel information, Song He shook his head and heaved a sigh of relief: "It seems that you haven't set off yet. But with your financial resources and energy, private Airplanes are the best option."

At the same time in Weiguo, in the guest room on the top floor of an unknown hotel, a mixed-race man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched his waist, smiled and said slowly: "Uncle Zhong, clean up and prepare to fly to Yucheng!" Bar."

"I hope that the good show he said will not disappoint me."

Behind the mixed-race man, Uncle Zhong, who always had a smile on his face, nodded and said, "I'll arrange it now."

The next day, Song He first made breakfast for his parents, and then chatted with the two elders, and then he walked out of the house under the urging of Song's father and Song mother, and picked up Wu Xuerui and came to the photography company again.

"Mr. Song, Ms. Wu, here are all the negatives you two took yesterday." The reception staff of the photography company enthusiastically introduced Song He and Wu Xuerui into the VIP room, and turned on the projection that had been prepared: "You two can Choose the photos you like, and after we finish editing for you, we will make a book and give it to the two of you."

Speaking, the reception staff operated the computer, projected a large number of negative film thumbnails onto the projector, and then let them scroll and play one by one.

"So many?" After a while, Wu Xuerui looked at the negatives that had been playing on the projector for nearly 10 minutes, and couldn't believe it: "How many photos did this take?"

"Five hundred pictures." Song He looked at Wu Xuerui's eyes full of doting, and said lightly: "Actually, there are more packages, but it will take three days to take pictures. I'm afraid you will be tired and stupid after all the pictures are taken."

"This is already an exaggeration, isn't it!" Wu Xuerui looked at the indescribably beautiful photos on the projection in amazement, and wondered: "How many photos can be put in one photo album?"

"Two albums, one big and one small, with a total of [-] photos." This time it was the reception staff of the photography company who answered, and she had a professional smile on her face: "But if you have selected [-] photos, there are still I like the photos very much, we can order a few more volumes for you."

Wu Xuerui was keenly aware of the temptation in the receptionist's words, and stared at the receptionist intently: "Need to pay some extra fees?"

"Of course." The smile on the receptionist's face was still very professional: "After all, we..."

"Don't worry about the price." Song He interrupted the reception staff, looked at Wu Xuerui tenderly, and raised his head slightly proudly: "Xiaoxue, no matter how many photos you like, I will..."

"Pretend to be a wolf with a big tail!" Wu Xuerui rolled her eyes at Song He mercilessly, then turned to the reception staff, her almond eyes were majestic and majestic: "It means to delete 430 pictures, right?"

The receptionist froze for a moment, only to feel the majestic and astonishing aura erupting from Wu Xuerui in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and timidly said: "Yes..."

"One last thing to confirm." Wu Xuerui stood up and came to the computer, pointed at the computer and asked seriously: "Five hundred negatives will be left for us, right?"

The receptionist's mind was already occupied by Wu Xuerui at this time. All the words he used to persuade others to add photo albums were instantly forgotten. He squirmed his lips and replied like a mosquito: "Yes, the negatives have been backed up..."

"Then it's easy to handle!" Wu Xuerui's eyes flashed with determination, and she stood behind the receptionist and said decisively: "I said, delete it!"

After a while, Song He looked at Wu Xuerui who started to delete the photos in high spirits. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly and he said helplessly: Xiaoxue, this is not how I imagined the script to be written...

But helpless, Song He immediately adjusted his mentality, cooperated with Wu Xuerui to start selecting the photos he liked, and secretly activated his talent for bargaining, and began to trick the reception staff into giving them more things like table setting.

Two hours later, when the two Rui left the photography company, the reception staff came back from the daze, and looked at the two leaving figures in disbelief: "The people who ordered the premium package...are they also picky like this?"

Outside the photography company, Song He and Wu Xuerui walked together. Song He, who was always paying attention to his girlfriend, suddenly laughed and said: "I thought you really didn't feel bad! It turns out you were all just pretending!"

"That person obviously wants us to spend more money!" Wu Xuerui waved her hand, glanced at Song He and said with a smile, "I leave the retouching and binding to you! It would be a pity not to make such a beautiful photo into an album. "

Song Hewen said with a chuckle: "With you, being your husband is omnipotent?"

"Isn't it?" Wu Xuerui looked at Song He as he should, with pure eyes full of trust.

Although he knew that Wu Xuerui was joking, Song He still patted his chest and nodded, "Leave it to me!"

Seeing Song He agreeing seriously, Wu Xuerui couldn't help smiling, and the reluctance to delete the photos just now disappeared.

(End of this chapter)