Chapter 678 (1/2)
After pressing one number by one, Wang Zhiqi held the receiver of the receiver, and his heart was pounding like a deer.
I don't know how the patron saint is, and whether he will accept his request.
He was arranged to pick up an eyewitness back to the office, which was too important to be sloppy.
If he was intercepted by those villains on the way, he would not be able to retreat completely.
But with the guardian God of wuheng, who has good Kung Fu and strong ability, he has a lot of confidence.
”Du...”
After a burst of bell, Wang Zhiqi finally waited for the other party to answer.
”Hello.”
Cold and alienated female voice line, still a little familiar, Wang Zhiqi Leng for a moment, confused opening: ”you, hello?”
There was a moment's silence.
”Wang team?”
Wang Zhiqi suddenly responded, ”Lumian?”
He looked at the telephone receiver, Curie strange way of speech: ”how is it you?”
Is the wrong number?
”Team Wang, did you agree to let me pick up the witness?” Lu Mian over there asked leisurely.
Wang Zhiqi was confused, subconsciously denied: ”of course not! It's very dangerous over there. If you really feel bored, you might as well go to the kitchen and help us make some delicious food, which can be regarded as helping us. ”
Lu Mian sighed impatiently.
Wang Zhiqi was confused and puzzled.
”OK, OK, I won't tell you. I have to find the guardian God of Wucheng What's the matter with the phone? Did you cross the line? Did Lao sun use the telephone line again... ”
As he read, he snapped off the phone.
Lu Mian looks at the mobile phone silently.
Er
It turned out that the man who was looking for himself in wuheng was Wang team.
She pursed her lower lip and picked up her mobile phone as if nothing had happened.
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Wang Zhiqi looked at a line of numbers written on the card and wondered whether his subordinates were reading the numbers just now, but he was wrong.
He quickly redial to his subordinates, check with the other side, found that it is the number.
Wang Zhiqi didn't give up and dialed again.
But this time, the other party did not answer.
Wang Zhiqi was so anxious that he was sweating on his forehead and stamping his feet anxiously, but he heard -
hum -
hum -
one sound after another of the vibration of the mobile phone close at hand, ringing at his side.
He looked back and found Lu Mian's hands in his pocket. He was sitting on the armrest of the sofa with his hands in his pocket, casting a playful look at him.
The vibration continued.
In Wang Zhiqi's mind, something suddenly explodes, and the answer is ready to come out.
He banged off the phone.
The sound of shaking in Lumian's pocket stopped.
Wang Zhiqi opened his mouth and remained silent for a long time. As Lu Mianyou turned away leisurely, he pounced on him.
”Little! Zu! Zong! ”
Lu Mian glances at the pendant of his leg and dislikes it.
”You, you are the guardian God of wuheng? How could it be you? How could it be... ”
Wang Zhiqi can't believe that he has been looking for people for most of the day, and is right beside him. But the phone number is right. It's Lumian's.
And he also reflected that the call belonged to the number section of their office.
The patron saint of Wucheng is Lumian!
Lu Mian lazily pulls away her legs and prepares to go back to the kitchen.