Girl Forced to Marry Her Sister's Husband: The President's Private Treasure

"Are you useless? You can check the person's boarding pass and her name just by passing the flight. Isn't it easy to check with the name?"

The private detective scratched his head, swallowed what he was going to say, and said helplessly, "Okay."

The results came out an hour later, which should have been easy.

I found the name on the boarding pass, but that name almost caused black lines to appear on Xiao Yunnuo's forehead, the name was three characters.

Beef flower. . . . . .

Niuhuahua, what kind of name is this?

Even if the woman on the plane looked like she had miswired her nerves, she couldn't really be called this name, because it was not the name a normal person's parents would give their children.

And she kept saying that she came from the village, but how could there be a habitual criminal who came from the village?

So no matter how stupid Xiao Yunnuo is, he should know that this is a fake name!

So in other words, this woman definitely didn't steal things on a whim, she was clearly a habitual thief and a habitual offender.

Maybe he was targeted as soon as he got on the plane, no, he was targeted before he got on the plane, so he deliberately chose such a speechless name like Niu Huahua. . . . .

Of course, you need an ID card to get a boarding pass, but how easy it is to make a fake ID card these days, and it doesn't cost much.

So it was too difficult for this woman to find out her real name and where she was. Although she could call up a photo of her fake ID card, the photo was not clear.

What's more, from Xiao Yunnuo's eyes of seeing all the beauties, this woman doesn't look too outstanding, except for those eyes that sometimes emit an unpredictable light, she is simply a passerby.

Thinking of not being able to find out who this woman is, and not being able to get back the amulet that Huanyan gave him, Xiao Yunnuo felt an evil fire in his heart, and just wanted to burst out!

He punched the table hard, and a glass of water rolled to the ground and fell to pieces, like hearts scattered all over the ground!

He murmured in his heart, Huan Yan, Huan Yan, is it true that God is so cruel that he wants to take away even the last bit of remembrance you left me?

Sorry, Huanyan. . . .

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At the same time, in a corner of Chinatown in London, a young woman wearing a black T-shirt, wrinkled jeans, and a pair of sandals on her feet was lazily walking on the road.

That's right, this is the legendary Miss Niuhuahua.

She wore a ponytail and a pair of big sunglasses.

He was on the phone with his mobile phone in his hand, his voice was crisp and decisive, not like the tone of a nympho on a plane: "Hello, is this Mary Carre Hospital? Oh, I have already raised the money, um, I will call you in an hour In the past, Ke Lan's surgery was left to bother you, okay."

Then she looked around for no one, hung up the phone, and turned into a very dark alley in a flash.

Then he took something out of his handbag, it was a wallet.

To be precise, it is a men's wallet.

The color and pattern of the wallet are very low-key, not ostentatious, but from the workmanship and leather, you can tell that it is a top brand, luxurious but not ostentatious, and the small platinum name plate on it shows that the owner of this wallet must be very Wealth is expensive, and the taste is extraordinary.

The woman pursed her lips, opened the wallet neatly, and took out all the banknotes and cards in it.