140: C140 In Ten Minutes I Want to Know the Number of the Door

C140 In Ten Minutes I Want to Know the Number of the Door

On the other side of the message, a bald man is singing karaoke with someone.

After seeing the message, the bald man got up from the sofa, turned a blind eye to the advice of others, and directly walked out of the room.

When Shan Yin returned to the living room, Yan Shu had already walked out of the kitchen.

"Done?" Yan Shu looked around the man and looked at the yard behind him.

"Someone will come over later to locate the location where the camera is connected." As soon as Shan Yin finished speaking, the phone in his pocket rang.

He looked at the caller ID and then looked at Yan Shu. "I will answer the phone."

Yan Shu. He nodded and walked to the door of the living room. He looked at the blue witch in the yard and thought for a while. Then he turned around and went back into the house.

She had just walked two steps when her phone rang in the living room.

Yan Shu walked to the sofa and took out her phone from her bag. However, the phone did not ring and the phone was still ringing.

Yan Shu followed the sound and searched the living room. Finally, she found a phone on the dining chair.

It was the phone she had given Fu Jingyan earlier.

Looking at the phone number, Yan Shu felt that it was somewhat familiar. It seemed to be Fu Yunjian's.

But she remembered the last few numbers. It did not seem to be these few.

She pressed the answer button. "Hello, who is this?"

"Give me your address." A man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yan Shu took the phone away and looked at the number. She confirmed that it was not the same number as the one she had called earlier.

"Fu Yunjian?"

"Yes, it's me." At this moment, Fu Yunjian was sitting in the car, looking at the entrance of Marsland. His eyes were slightly sunken. "Give me your address."

"..."

Yan Shu's hand froze and she immediately changed the topic. "We are not at home. Are you going to take the child away?"

"Our house is very small. If you come over, I am afraid you will dislike it."

Fu Yunjian narrowed his eyes and looked at the door. He slowly said, "Driving a Porsche and living in a simple house, right?"

When Yan Shu heard that, she recalled when she drove a Porsche out recently.

She remembered that she had only driven it twice. When did Fu Yunjian see it?

Could it be that it was that time at the coffee shop?

"Director Fu, are you seeing things? Where can I start a Porsche?" Yan Shu tried to confuse Fu Yunjian's understanding.

"A few days ago in the hotel lobby, Mrs. Fu said you have a lot of luxury cars and mansions." Fu Yunjian's voice was calm, "What is the number of Marsland?"

Yan Shu's face suddenly sank. "Fu Yunjian, you followed me!"

"The number of the door." The man insisted on asking. His tone was gentle, not as strong as usual.

Special Assistant Zhang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Fu Yunjian through the rearview mirror.

He had a feeling that today's Director Fu was a little different from his usual self.1

The man did not get Yan Shu's response for a long time and started to get impatient. "If you don't say it again, I'll go and ask property management."

"Then you go and ask." Yan Shu did not hesitate to hang up the phone and even turned off the phone.

Fu Yunjian looked at the phone that was hung up and his eyes became cold.

"Director Fu, the property business in Marsland Villa... is not that easy to communicate with..." Special Assistant Zhang heard the conversation between Fu Yunjian and Yan Shu and reminded Fu Yunjian helplessly.

"Look at the front left side of you." Fu Yunjian's cold voice reminded Special Assistant Zhang.

Special Assistant Zhang looked over and saw two men in suits leading a lady towards Marsland. Both men had work plates hanging on their necks.

Special Assistant Zhang said, "Director Fu, that should be an intermediary, right?"

"I told you to look, not to ask me." Fu Yunjian's sharp eyes swept across Special Assistant Zhang. "In ten minutes, I want to know the number of the door."

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