The chief idle wife is too enchanting

Chapter 48 Part.53 Missed Information
"Forget it." Beiying interrupted the housekeeper, it would be useless to say more at this time, the most important thing is to find Mo Yao first.Based on years of understanding of Mo Yao, in this case, there is only one possibility for Mo Yao not answering the phone, and that is that something happened to him.

Yesterday's transaction alarmed the police, so it is very likely that Mo Yao is drinking coffee at the police station now.

Thinking of this, Beiying hurried to the door.

In the interrogation room of the police station, the young police officer looked at the man in front of him who was sleeping with his chest in his arms, with a bitter face drooping.He had a pair of long legs on the table, as comfortable as in his own study.

When he was just brought back to work last night, he tentatively interrogated him with a few questions, but before he could open his mouth, the master had already said, "This bad coffee is too bad. I'm not used to instant coffee. Go and exchange a glass of Blue Mountain for Grandpa."

He was going to refuse, but Mo Yao's awe-inspiring imperial aura made him walk out of the interrogation room involuntarily, and went to the cafe next door to buy the Blue Mountain he wanted at his own expense.

When the coffee was delivered, he thought he could interrogate, and this old man was at it again.

"I'm hungry, give me a bacon pizza, the meat must be tender, don't put onions, I don't eat onions."

"..." Brother Police Officer, "This is a police station, not a takeaway shop."

Mo Yao suddenly shook his lazy look, his black eyes became sharp and frightening, the policeman was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, he ran out to buy pizza without saying a word.

He must have offended some leader to be sent to interrogate this man!
After waiting for him to eat and drink enough, he put his legs on the table and began to sleep. He was so hard that he didn't even dare to take a nap, and kept looking at him with his eyes open.The whole night, he didn't dare to ask a word.

Mo Yao, who looks relaxed on the outside, is actually extremely anxious inside.

Chu Qiao's whereabouts are unknown, and Beiying's life or death is uncertain. He desperately wants to know what's going on outside, but the only mobile phone that can communicate with the outside world is confiscated by the police on the grounds of avoiding collusion.

Damn it!What worried him the most was that broken woman.

At this time, Chu Qiao had been brought back to a stronghold of the Mexican gang by Ethan. While everyone was not paying attention, Chu Qiao secretly opened the phone in her pocket and fumbled to send a message to Mo Yao.

Chu Qiao was a little thankful that the mobile phone that Zhang Xian gave her had buttons. If there were fruit machines all over the street, she would not be able to accurately find out the position of each button, let alone send text messages in the dark.

After sending the message, Chu Qiao felt inexplicably more at ease. Although the Bingshan violent man looked ruthless, but at the critical moment, she believed that he would still come to save her.Although she herself didn't know where this sense of trust came from.

Mo Yao's mobile phone was in the hands of yesterday's police officer. This police officer named Anderson hoped to monitor some information through Mo Yao's mobile phone, but he has not received any information so far. When Chu Qiao sent a text message, his mood be excited.

"Photo studio, help me."

The message was only four words, and Anderson's eyes filled with disappointment.

This message is obviously asking for help, but I can't tell who it is. The address is only written with the word photo studio. There are thousands of photo studios in Mexico City. Is it possible to search one by one?

Picking up the phone and calling back, there was a cold computer voice: Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off.

shutdown?A gleam of light flashed in Anderson's glazed eyes, and he deleted the text message with a swipe of his fingertips.

(End of this chapter)