The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Qin Zeyu chuckled nonchalantly: "She is your wife, not your accessory. She should have her own circle of friends. Her friends call her Wen Ran or Ran Ran. As long as she has no objection, other people are not qualified to comment, including Your so-called husband."

Fu Chenlie gave him a very cold look.

The latter hooked his lips: "I heard that she left Jiangcheng, just today, are you waiting for someone to give you news about her at the airport?"

The man glanced at him indifferently: "What position do you stand in to ask me such a thing?"

Qin Zeyu's eyes were dark and determined: "Let's put it this way, in my eyes, Mr. Fu, you have always been a rival in love."

Fu Chenlie stared at him for a few seconds, and sneered coldly.

When he spoke, his tone was contemptuous and firm: "Then let me tell you, even if my wife and I really got divorced, you would not be her choice."

Qin Zeyu opened and closed his thin lips: "Why is Mr. Fu so sure?"

"You, in appearance, temperament, wealth, knowledge, everything is inferior to me, so why do you think that people who have seen mountains can still see hills?"

"Boss Fu is indeed excellent, but what women care about is never whether a man is good enough, but whether he can be her reliance, whether he can always put her first."

Speaking of this, Qin Zeyu pulled his lips: "On this point, Boss Fu is with her, and she can't even reach the passing mark."

Fu Chenlie looked at him indifferently, but his eyes were as sharp as if he was about to stab a long knife in the man's heart in the next second, so as to prevent future troubles.

Qin Zeyu got up slowly, and while buttoning up his suit, he said, "It's time for me to go through the security check, so I won't talk to Mr. Fu anymore. Don't worry, Mr. Fu, one day Ran Ran divorces you, and I will never let you go. Take her chance."

If the words fall, he will leave.

Fu Chenlie's heart was full of anger, and he stretched out his long legs without much hesitation.

Qin Zeyu didn't seem to have expected him to do such a move, he was caught off guard and staggered, and almost fell to the ground at the airport where people were coming and going.

Fu Chenlie looked at his embarrassed appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled up in complacency.

He got up, with a cold snort, and left first.

However, the moment he turned around, the curvature of the man's mouth faded, and his eyes were filled with gloom.

He couldn't bear Wen Ran getting too close to any man except him.

Therefore, he will never divorce!

Cheng Cheng's call finally came back.

Fu Chenlie glanced at the caller ID and picked it up: "How is it?"

"Boss Fu, it seems that my wife's flight information has been told in advance to keep it secret, so I can't find it no matter what."

"Confidentiality of all passenger information of airlines."

The implication of this sentence is undoubtedly that Cheng Cheng is incompetent.

He was already a little nervous: "Fu...Mr. Fu, I have tried all the methods that can be used. I don't know what method the other party used. He refuses to disclose his wife's flight information no matter what."

"Has the monitoring been adjusted?"

"It has been transferred, but that flight was bound for Hong Kong. My wife has not obtained a Hong Kong and Macau visa, so it should just be a transit."

The more Fu Chenlie listened, the more irritable he became.

So, why can't we find any news about Wen Ran?

She is a living person, can she disappear out of thin air? !

He didn't say another word to Cheng Cheng, ended the call in displeasure, then found Jiang Yan's number from the recent call log, and dialed it.

Now, Jiang Yan may be the only one who knows Wen Ran's whereabouts.