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Yong Zhixu had just finished a three-day economic symposium when he received a call from Jiang Wenqing, saying that Qian Meng was dead and An Ning was missing.
"Missing?" The man paused typing, his amber eyes flickering behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "Was it before or after Qian Meng was killed?"
"This... I'm really not sure. Wait a minute, let me ask. They're two separate groups watching. I'll have them check the time..."
A moment later, Jiang Wenqing called again, "Third Brother, according to the times given by Jinmao and Daqiang, An Ning disappeared five or six minutes before Qian Meng died."
Yong Zhixu narrowed his eyes and closed his laptop. "So, someone had foresight and took An Ning away first..."
Jiang Wenqing on the other end didn't understand what he meant at first, but after thinking for a while, his expression became serious. "Third brother, are you saying that Sister Li has an undercover agent around her?"
He was anxious, "Tell her about this quickly!!"
Yong Zhixu lit a cigarette and took off his glasses. "Do you think that what we can think of, your sister Li can't think of?"
Jiang Wenqing's ears perked up when he heard this. "So what will Sister Li do next?"
Yong Zhixu exhaled a puff of smoke and adjusted his Bluetooth headset. "Most people think of using the opponent's strategy to lure the snake out of its hole, but you, Sister Li, are not ordinary people. You have to use reverse thinking."
"Reverse thinking?" Jiang Wenqing felt that the CPU was a bit insufficient. "How do you think about reverse thinking?"
Yong Zhixu flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "You'll understand when the time comes. Learn from me..."
After hanging up the phone, Yong Zhixu called Song Ci again and said, "Go find the person who took An Ning away. Make sure you find them without alerting the enemy."
At this point, he seemed to have seen the direction of the chessboard.
The 'that person' she was talking about should be the one she really wanted to deal with.
Then, the undercover agent lurking around her must be related to that person.
She was so cautious, but she didn't notice it, which means that the undercover agent has been around her for many years.
Who was it and what kind of grudge did they have that someone sent an undercover agent to her before she grew up?
As he was thinking, Yong Zhixu sent another WeChat message to Chen Zui, "Re-investigate the background of everyone in the An family. The more detailed the better."
She pressed An Baoshan step by step, thinking that the person must be related to the An family.
He had the ability to send an undercover agent, but he didn't take her life. Why?
In order to prevent the situation from happening again like last time where both sides were fighting over the aphrodisiac and family members didn't recognize each other, Yong Zhixu felt it necessary to communicate with Tang Xili and come up with a secret code or something.
I called her three times but couldn't get through, so I had to send her a message.
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At that time, Tang Xili boarded a plane to Kuala Lumpur with Jane's farewell.
To prevent interference, she switched to flight mode, so she didn't receive the call, but she did receive the message.
Seeing him trying to get involved, Tang Xili refused, "Don't worry about this matter anymore. I will handle it."
Two seconds after the message was sent, the chat box showed that the other party was typing. Obviously, he had been holding the phone, waiting for her reply.
Her fair fingertips quickly typed out a few words on the keyboard: [Don't worry, I won't interfere unless your life is in danger. I'm just being safe.]
Tang Xili still disagrees, [You don't need to get involved]
Yong Zhixu: [Why not? Are you lying to me? Do you not consider me your boyfriend?]
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Looking at these cute emoticons, Tang Xili couldn't help but raise her lips. After adding him as a friend for so many days, it was the first time she discovered that this person could actually use emoticons.
The man's handsome face appeared in her mind. It was hard to imagine what such an elegant and upright man would look like when he sent a cute emoticon.
【Has your account been hacked?】
Yong Zhixu directly sent a voice message: "Yangyang, you said yes, baby, baby..."
The magnetic voice is full of intimacy and tenderness, like the summer breeze mixed with cocktails, which makes people intoxicated.
Tang Xili: "..."
I didn’t expect that a man could be so seductive when he acts coquettishly, you vixen, wait!
[There’s no need to mention this matter again] She won’t agree to it.
Yong Zhixu: [Are you worried about my safety? Don't worry, Yangyang, I'm not as weak as you think.]
Tang Xili smiled: [Who is worried about you? Don't be so sentimental.]
Yong Zhi Preface: [A Bad Woman Who Says One thing and Means Another]
Tang Xili was stunned. Is he saying one thing and thinking another?
It seems so.
She didn't want him to be in danger because of her.
Of course, maybe she was worrying too much. Anyone who could mobilize warships must be good.
The icy black nail polish tapped on the leather armrest for a moment, then Tang Xili picked up the phone again and sent a string of secret codes.
After receiving the long string of different and diverse codes, Yong Zhixu sighed in his heart, as expected of a mercenary, he was indeed professional.
He sent a thumbs-up emoji, followed by another: [I have a new IP tracking system. The person is already on the way to Southeast Asia. It's called Little Red Riding Hood. Please answer it.]
Tang Xili's eyes flickered slightly, [Have you guessed what I'm going to do? ]
Yong Zhixu: [I just understand your temperament better.]
"Understand..." Tang Xili muttered these two words, and her heart suddenly jumped. If he understood, then what about others? Did they predict her?
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The Tangxi pears arrived in Nanyang 22 hours later.
It was evening, and the sun was hanging between the sea and the sky, about to set.
The orange setting sun spreads on the water, echoing the line in the poem: Half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.
The island wind blew Tang Xili's black skirt into the air.
She was standing on the yacht's helipad, playing golf, completely unaffected by the undercover work.
Not surprised, nor disappointed or unhappy at all.
Because she never trusted anyone.
The 142-meter-long six-story luxury yacht slowly docked, and the gangway automatically connected to the dock.
Tang Xili walked down from the yacht holding a glass of lychee juice and a straw in her mouth.
Amy and the others were eagerly waiting at the dock. When they saw her return, they all stepped forward and nodded in greeting. "Ma'am, you're back. Did your trip to Mexico go well?"
Tang Xili looked at them with a smile and waved to the two burly men behind her who were wearing black denim jackets, masks and sunglasses, "Catch her."
The two secret guards nodded, stepped forward, grabbed Amy, and handcuffed her.
Amy, who was captured, had a frozen smile on her face. Her ocean-blue eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. "Evelyn? Why?"
Tang Xili walked up to her, patted her shoulder, and smiled calmly, "Amy, you have been undercover by my side for many years. Thank you for your hard work."
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