Desire to love the president's ecstasy wife

A week passed, and Mu Wen couldn't find Xie Yunshu even in the sky or the earth, and he wanted to cry but had no tears in his heart.Qiao Ye was much more energetic now, and asked him twice a day about Xie Yunshu, but the people he sent still had no clue.

No, just after lunch, Qiao Ye started asking him about his progress again.

Mu Wenwei rarely wanted to burrow into the ground to find something clean, but he still bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Qiao, Haicheng is so big, it's really hard to find where they're hiding." Not only is it hard to find, it's like finding a needle in a haystack.

Qiao Ye asked: "Didn't you send someone to follow Xiao Yichen at the door of Xiao Yichen's company? Why can't he find a place to live?" He healed his injury, but he didn't even know where she lived, and he was full of expectations. became irritable.

The tracking failed for the first time in history, and Mu Wen was also very helpless, and replied: "I don't know how many cars he has, and there are not many times when he shows up at the company, and he disappears when he follows halfway." The closest time, He followed to the street of Huaxiang Four Seasons Community, but lost it again.

Qiao Ye was displeased, and asked back: "Could it be that he is still anti-reconnaissance? Found someone following him?" The progress in finding Xie Yunshu's whereabouts was too slow, and he became more and more irritable every day.

Mu Wen shook his head, "I don't know about that." He had suspected it a long time ago, and Xiao Yichen found someone following him, so he appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Qiao Ye got out of bed and stood on the ground, staring sideways at Muwen and questioning: "You are forcing me to fight in person, aren't you?" He took the cane and walked to the window by himself.In his current state, it is still inconvenient to go out.

Although Qiao Ye was already proficient in using a cane, Mu Wen still followed him to protect him, in case he slipped, and carefully agreed: "Mr. Qiao, I don't have one. I will go to guard myself in the afternoon."

Qiao Ye glanced at him, "No need, I thought of another clue." If he waited for them all day, he might wait three months for his leg injury to recover.

When Muwen heard that there was a clue, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Please tell Mr. Qiao clearly."

"Yun Shu has a friend named Zhenzhen. She used to contact her often when she was in Qinzhou. Go back to Qinzhou and find her. She must know where Yun Shu is." As for how to find out Xie Yunshu's whereabouts from Zhenzhen, Muwen should know How to do it.

Mu Wen nodded, "Okay, I'll go back to Qinzhou to deal with it." Why didn't the boss say it earlier, probably only thought of it today.

Qiao Ye instructed: "Don't let Yun Shu know, or she will move the land again." Even if she didn't want to move, the surname Xiao would take her to change the land.

Muwen started to pack his mobile phone, wallet, and business card holder, and put them all into his handbag.Walking back to Qiao Ye's side, he said, "What if she doesn't say anything?" The girlfriends protect each other, and Qiao Ye made mistakes first, so the girl must be protecting his wife.

With a breath, Qiao Ye said lightly, "You can figure it out. If you can't, just go to the office building in Guanbei City. Yun Shu will always contact her."

Mu Wen frowned, the boss is impatient this time, he treats women like this.Could it be: "Mr. Qiao, in case Madam finds out in the future..." My best friend is under house arrest. Knowing about it will probably make their relationship worse.

Qiao Ye was restless, and he didn't want to discuss any more, so he waved his hands and said, "Then you can find another method. No matter if you cheat or cheat, you must get Yun Shu's address." Handling sudden incidents is the basic quality of a secretary. Just play by ear.

"Okay, wait for my good news." Muwen didn't dare to bother him anymore, and left the ward with his handbag.

Qiao Ye nodded lightly, his eyes stayed outside the window, and fell into another period of contemplation.