Chapter 97

Looking at Zhou Xingchen's eyes become sharp, Liang Jia shows a dignified smile and invites the waiter out. She turned over, lifted the lid of the spaghetti, gazed at the two plates of freshly made spaghetti for a moment, and then put the lid back.

She picked up her bag and looked at the silent Zhou Xingchen: "let's go."

Knowing that his little wife had become smart, Zhou Xingchen didn't tell the truth. With a gentle smile on his face, he hugged his little wife and went out, leaving only two plates of lonely spaghetti to accompany each other.

Li Yin soon received the news, as if it was a game. This time, Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen missed what he thought was a sure winner. He frowned and looked at the information showing Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen's upcoming travel route.

It's only 15 minutes, just 15 minutes.

His hand was clenched into a fist, and he growled at the man in black standing beside him: "go! The church in the center of the city, stop them“

He wants to make Zhou Xingchen unable to return!

The car was driving very fast. Liang Jia sat in the co driver's seat and gently rolled down the window to let the sea breeze blow her white and beautiful face. She looked at the wide road in front of her, a brand-new asphalt road. Looking down at the beautiful bay passing by.

They're not going to the church downtown, they're going to the airport.

She raised her white face, her eyes moved, the wind gently passed by her ears, a little bit of brown hair was gently involved in the wind, and then fell down.

Maybe the mysterious man didn't expect this. Now that he has mastered their whereabouts, he will cheat on food, which means he knows where they are going. As for spaghetti, there is no supporting service in the hotel at all. Even if it is, it is only when the guests order a meal alone. Moreover, the most important thing is that Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen do not like spaghetti. It's just the church in the center of the city. Liang Jia plans to risk her life to go, but fortunately, Yan Du'an sends another message, saying that the man is sure that he is no longer in Haicheng, so she temporarily changes and says that she will go back to the airport directly to give the enemy a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, which just frustrates the spirit of the mysterious man.

Well, it's too dangerous to stay in the hotel. The enemy is in the dark and they are in the light.

After being with Zhou Xingchen for so long, I can still learn something. For example, we should learn to take the initiative.

Zhou Xingchen turned his face and saw Liang Jia's bewilderment. He released a hand and gently picked up her scattered hair. His eyes moved and gently stroked Liang Jia's face. His voice was low, with a slight smile: "Jia'er, if you look like this again, the whole person will fly out."

Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen have not yet returned to Yi. Xia qin'er here wants to break his head for the bracelet. She must set out the origin of the bracelet, and what is the relationship between it and Liang Jia.

Twilight gradually comes, Liang Jia with a body of fatigue, finally wake up at the moment of the plane landing. She gently rubbed her eyes. When she turned over her face, she saw Zhou Xingchen sitting next to him. He was turning on the computer, frowning and patiently looking through something. His eyes occasionally became sharp, and his slender white fingers kept beating on the keyboard. It seemed that he could not realize that Liang Jia had woken up and was still very dedicated.

Liang Jia moved her body with great interest and found a comfortable way to look at Zhou Xingchen. Before, she had never found that Zhou Xingchen had such a side. She was serious, serious, dark and... So good-looking. Her eyes lingered on his knife like eyebrows, looking at his eyebrows tightly wrinkled, heart across a trace of heartache, eyes slowly moved to his thin lips, his lips like a girl's lips, soft, with aggressive... Is that mouth, every time so domineering

Suddenly she stopped imagining, and her face turned a little red.

Zhou Xingchen's eyes did not leave the screen. He tapped the keyboard with his slender fingers, stared at the screen and continued to type a few lines of words, but the corner of his mouth was a little evil. "My little wife, have you seen enough?"

Found out?

Liang Jia suddenly sober, face slightly red, mouth involuntarily with a trace of jiaochen, no matter still open the computer work of Zhou Xingchen, stand up to go, but, she slightly stopped, her face showed a calm and confident smile: "Mr. Zhou, you are my property, of course, is how you want to see it."

Zhou Xingchen's mouth started to smile, and his big hand pulled Liang Jia to his arms, and his thin lips seized her red lips.

As soon as she got off the plane, she received a message from yandu'an. The tone of the message was obviously that yandu'an had considered it for a long time before she dared to send it. Liang Jia stared at the message in a daze, but soon found that her palm was empty. She looked up and saw Zhou Xingchen frowning at the content of the message.She sighed, and sure enough, it was the same. Although she had no hope, she still told her that Miss min had no news and no clue. She felt as if she had weighed tens of millions of pounds.

Is there really no hope for her life? She wasn't even sure her mother was alive.

She looked down at the bracelet on her wrist. The Blue Bracelet still hung silently on her wrist, like the most loyal guardian, waiting for Liang Jia to find it.

Zhou Xingchen put his mobile phone back into Liang Jia's palm and deleted Yan Du'an's contact information. His voice was a little cold, but he could still hear his sharp voice: "since Yan Du'an is so useless, you don't need him next. Don't have too much contact with him, you'd better delete it as soon as possible."

Liang Jia holds the mobile phone in the palm of her hand and looks at Zhou Xingchen's flowing action with some silence. Some angry, but still restrain their temper: "so little week, my mother this matter please you. Du'an just can't find the clue. We can't find it. How can we blame him? "

Zhou Xingchen's eyes looked at Liang Jia's face with some examination. After a while, he raised her chin and gave her a kiss. Some tough attitude: "in short, you do not have too much contact with that boy, useless people, do not have to stay." After thinking about it, he turned over and gave Liang Jia his backpack: "Jia'er, I want to go to another place."

His eyes become a little sharp, and the corners of his mouth gently pull up. Liang Jia is familiar with that smile. When he confidently deals with some business affairs, he often has an expression.

Zhou Xingchen slightly narrowed his eyes and thought of the mysterious man in Haicheng. He thought that he might be able to guess who it was, but to avoid his little wife's worry, he decided not to say it first.