President, don't be arrogant!

The dinner here is not bad, and the wind is lazily full.

After the meal, Jin Xishuo took her to a room.

Pushing open the door and turning on the light, I saw the layout of the room, a white bed, a black desk, a black bookshelf against the wall, a wall wardrobe, two chairs, and nothing else.

Jin Xishuo walked to the desk, opened the left drawer, took out a palm-sized comb and handed it to her: "This is something she used every day."

Feng Lanlan took the comb, it was quite heavy, it should be made of high-quality peach wood, and the teeth of the comb have been worn for a long time, it must have been used for some years.

"Is there only one comb?" she asked. There was no smell or hair on the comb, so it might be difficult to find it.

Jin Xishuo nodded vaguely. I don't know if it was because of the light behind him that there was a shadow on his face, and his voice was lower than before, "This place was once burned down by a fire. It's all gone, only this comb remains."

But now everything that Feng Lanlan sees is what he ordered people to rebuild according to the previous appearance, and the things are also bought and arranged according to the previous ones.

Feng Lanlan held the comb, feeling that the President is also a person with a story.

This woman with a comb must be very important to him.

"I need to know her name."

Jin Xishuo glanced at her eyes, with deep and firm waves, and lightly uttered three words: "Fu Xiange."

These three words were deeply imprinted in his bones and blood, and melted into his soul, and he will never forget them for years.

"I also need a lot of candles and a few world maps."

"I'll get someone ready." Jin Xishuo went to the bedside table and dialed the internal line, and asked someone to bring everything in.

After a while, the room was filled with white candles, and the lights went out, leaving only the candle flames flickering faintly.

Feng Lanlan put the map in front of the desk, put the comb on it, turned his head and said, "That... can I trouble you to wait outside?"

Jin Xishuo nodded without any hesitation, turned around and left the room cooperatively.

Feng Lanlan took off his ring and touched the gemstone, "Although I promised Xiao Yu that he would not use spells indiscriminately, but he is the president, so I still have to use it to save my life. Don't be mad at me!"

She lowered her head and kissed the gem, put it on the comb, closed her eyes and began to silently recite the positioning spell.

……

Xiao Yu confirmed that Feng Lanlan had been kidnapped, and there was no trace of emotion on his face, it was completely indifferent.

Xiao Han was afraid that Wei Zixi would be worried, so he didn't dare to tell her about it, he just said that Feng Lanlan went to play with Jiamu, and now he has gone back with Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu directly activated the Hawkeye troops, and Xiao Han also dispatched the Qilin troops.

The two teams searched for a whole day, but there was no clue. The person who kidnapped Feng Lanlan came and went like a ghost, and just disappeared.

The nerves in Xiao Yu's mind were tense all the time, he couldn't stop thinking about who kidnapped Feng Lanlan.

Zhao Sisi?

Impossible, she doesn't have such a great ability.

Even if Zhao Sisi could kidnap Feng Lanlan away, it would be absolutely impossible for them to disappear so cleanly that they could not find a clue.

Then who else?

Was it her family who came to take her home, or—

A face flashed in his mind, even though there was no evidence or reason, he thought it might be that person.

Xiao Yu got up and strode away from the monitoring room of the hospital, Xiao Han quickly followed up, "Where are you going?"

He stood at the elevator entrance and waited for the elevator. Watching the numbers constantly changing, he squeezed out three words from his thin lips: "Presidential Palace."

Xiao Han quickly understood what he meant, "Do you suspect it's him?"

"You'll know if you go." The elevator door opened, and he went straight in. Even if there was no hope, even if he knew that he would offend that person, he still had to give it a try.

When the elevator door was about to close, Xiao Han flashed in neatly sideways, met Xiao Yu's surprised eyes, and said in a haughty tone: "I'm also his brother-in-law, and with me around, he'll give me some face." .”

If he really did it, he might have to wait to be criticized by Wei Zixi.

……

In the dead of night, the desolate villa was as silent as death, and the lights in the corridor were dim, shrouding everything in powerlessness.

Jin Xishuo stood against the wall, with a cigarette butt between his fingertips, the white smoke spread out in circles, the scarlet flickering on and off, making him look extraordinarily lonely.

The smoke smudged his brows and pupils, but it couldn't conceal the sadness and loneliness that leaked from the bottom of his eyes.

He has not touched cigarettes for many years, because someone once said that men who smoke are just putting on airs, but in fact they are not handsome at all.

Then he quit smoking, and for some reason tonight, he suddenly became addicted to smoking.

Probably because of nervousness.

So many years have passed, and he has sent many people to search for it, from all over the world, to search every inch of land in K country, as far as Antarctic Africa, but there is still no trace of news.

Many people said that she was dead, long gone.

He didn't believe that even if she didn't love him anymore, she should still hate him, so how could she be willing to die.

He knew Feng Lanlan's identity a long time ago, and he was very clear about everything that happened to Xiao Han and the others.

It's just that he's not sure if the little witch Feng Lanlan is really good, and... the three words Fu Xiange is like the deepest and deepest secret hidden in his heart. There are not many people who remember these three words, and he doesn't want people to know that he is still looking for them.

Feng Lanlan is his last hope, the result is nothing more than two kinds, either give him hope, or completely despair...

Either way is a relief to him.

The cigarette butt at his fingertips burned until it was hot, he regained his senses and instinctively let go, the cigarette butt fell on the carpet, burning a hole, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burning.

He crushed the flame with his toes, as if destroying the last hope with his own hands.

There was a bleak smile on the face buried in the shadows, and he muttered to himself: "If it doesn't work this time, Fu Xiange, I will let you go, and you too...let me go."

Waiting for someone who has no return date day after day, year after year, is really fucking hopeless.

There were hurried footsteps downstairs, and the butler ran all the way up, with a flustered expression, "Your Excellency, Commander Xiao is here. He insists on seeing you, and has already confronted the guards."

Jin Xishuo raised his head, his expression was calm and without any emotion, as if the sadness just now was just an illusion.

The thin lips curled up, and the elegant voice said: "I underestimated his ability."

It is Xiao Yu who can find here so quickly.

Jin Xishuo stepped downstairs and told the housekeeper, "Let people guard Ms. Fu's room. Before Ms. Feng comes out, no one will be allowed in."