Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Fei Weiye was born in Western Europe and grew up in Western Europe. Regardless of the blood of Xia Guo in his bones, in fact, he has no sense of belonging, nor can he understand Father Fei's desire to return to the roots of fallen leaves before his death.

Of course, he didn't think about what he wanted to do in the country, he didn't have the guts.

Now when I asked suddenly, I was worried that China would follow Xu Yong's line and find him.

The Fei family, now he is not alone in the charge.

There are still many people from the Fei family, the old and the new generation, toward the country.

Once let them know what they were doing in the country, everyone pushed the wall, just to make Sanshu wishful.

He hadn't fully stabilized his foundation before him, but there was nothing to shake the foundation.

After listening to the offer, he knew what Fei Weiye was worried about.

Grabbing his throat, he answered steadily, "Yes, sir. I haven't been looking for it. When investigating suspicious personnel, some city police had visited the 4S shop, but the shop staff did not know that Xu Yong had a relationship with An Xia."

"The city police also went to the school to find out. They only knew that Xu Yong was one of An Xia's suitors. After some reason, the relationship faded, and he didn't see Xu Yong coming to the school again."

"An Xia did not admit that Xu Yong was her boyfriend. You know, young people are fun and An Xia is rich. They all think that An Xia just treats Xu Yong as a whimsical toy. Throw it away once."

"Xu Yong is cautious and leaves no trace. He is indeed capable. After this, I plan to arrange for him to go to another country. Do you think it's okay?"

Personnel mobilization, arrangement, this kind of matter is handed over to Xiangxian by Weiye, and feel relieved.

Nodded, "Just arrange it, don't leave your tail. If there is a problem..."

I didn't say the following words, just winked at Xiangxian.

Dedicated to each other, "Understand."

The two stopped talking, Fei Weiye took the lead, and left the airport in stride.

To meet the Emperor Territory to meet tomorrow, many things have to be arranged carefully.

The Vulture Gang was also making arrangements, especially when the third in command of the Vulture Gang saw the portrait, another subordinate who was so small that only the facial features looked like a Gasol came in.

After seeing the portrait, this person was very excited and said a lot to the third in command.

Mrs. Song did not understand a word.

But she could see that they were particularly interested in An Xia's portrait!

Ai Tingze can understand a little bit. To facilitate communication, he deliberately speaks the local language. Although he is not proficient, he can also say a few words.

After understanding a little, his face was taken aback.

No way, such a coincidence.

Mrs. Song turned her head and was about to talk to him. Seeing that his expression was wrong, she asked in a low voice, "What did they say?"

"The newcomer said that the girl in the dungeon is exactly the same as the girl in the portrait."

After Ai Tingze finished speaking, he saw his sister show the same stunned expression as himself.

A few seconds later, Mrs. Song was madly surprised, "Really? Really? Is this real? Great, great!"

"Great! I finally waited until this day, I finally waited."

He began to behave like a nightmare and unconsciousness again.

Ai Tingze let out a cold sweat, squeezed his sister's wrist tightly, pinched his thumb and nail into the tiger's mouth, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Wake me up, don't go crazy here!"

Fate was hanging down, like walking a tightrope, Ai Tingze regretted taking her out instantly.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song quickly became sober this time, her face was crazily put away little by little, but her eyes were still so fierce.

"Brother, we can finally avenge Yanyan! I'm so happy, I'm so happy."

As he said, tears flowed.