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The investigator made a gesture of invitation, Ye Wenxuan had to clear his throat, and said: "Then what, Xing Yuan, are you still talking about business?"

Xing Yuan said: "No, at a friend's house, are you leaving?"

Ye Wenxuan said vaguely: "No, I will stay here for a while, I don't have any inspiration for taking pictures, so I won't go looking for you yet."

Xing Yuan hummed with some doubts, and Ye Wenxuan heard him whispering to the person next to him: "Sorry, answer the phone."

Then, the sound of tables and chairs rubbing against each other sounded, and the violin movement floating around the microphone got farther and farther away.

After a few seconds, there was silence over there.

Xing Yuan: "Honey, are you going to let me go?"

Ye Wenxuan looked at the two people opposite, and could only continue: "Sorry dear, I have been preparing for the POYI competition for a long time, and I have no intention of traveling without good works. How about giving me a few more days? Then we can go together Galston Beach."

What he said was all improvised. While paying attention to not letting the two officers on the opposite side and the officers behind the camera notice his micro-expressions, he wondered if Xing Yuan could have a tacit understanding with him.

The anti-terrorism alliance strictly forbids monitoring the personal privacy of team members, Ye Wenxuan is not afraid that they will find out that he is lying.

He didn't want to involve Xing Yuan again. If the investigators clearly stated that Xing Yuan knew his identity and what he was doing in Washington, then the suspicion between him and Xing Yuan would be even greater.

Ye Wenxuan has no doubts at all. Once he admits, Xing Yuan will be approached by the Houston police and monitored before the call is hung up.

This is not what he wants to see.

On the other side of the phone, Xing Yuan paused for a while, and then slowly said: "POYI or me, which one is more important?"

Marven Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xing Yuan: "I have been waiting for you in Houston for a week. I was supposed to go to the next project a week ago, but now you tell me, do you want POYI?"

Ye Wenxuan lamented that Xing Yuan was very familiar with acting as a complaining husband, and comforted him: "I'm not, I don't. My dear, you have to believe that POYI is not very important to me, because there are Jose and Pulitzer waiting look at me..."

Xing Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and said: "I'll go back tomorrow, goodbye!"

Then hung up the phone with a snap.

Marven Ye: "..."

Investigator: "???"

Ye Wenxuan thought, Mr. Xing, your acting skills may not be too strong, I am so embarrassing now.

The investigator who had been writing the records suddenly sighed: "I didn't expect that the former richest man in Huaguo was so...well, so arrogant..."

The investigator who called said: "If your suspicion is cleared, call him later to coax him."

Marven Ye looked at him with dead eyes.

The investigator coughed twice: "Come on, let's continue."

On the other side, Houston, inside Angelo's detached villa.

Xing Yuan stood in the corridor, looking down at his mobile phone, wrinkles gradually formed between his brows.

"Sir, do you need any help?" The maid in the villa leaned over and asked.

The man waved his hand, put the phone back in his pocket, turned around and re-entered the hall.

Four string musicians stood on the circular stage. They wore black tuxedos and did not look around. They only focused on playing "Death and the Maiden".

An Qiluo was chatting with a girl next to him, and the waiters were still putting plates of exquisite food on the table one after another. Seeing Xing Yuan came back, An Qiluo laughed jokingly: "Little lover?"

Xing Yuan sat across from him, and next to him was a young boy with blond hair and blue eyes. Xing Yuan showed a helpless expression: "It's from Cha Gang. For the sake of my future happiness, An Qiluo, don't give me this one this time." gone."

The boy wanted to come closer, but Xing Yuan separated him with one hand. An Qiluo clicked his tongue and waved him to go down with the girl beside him.

The blond boy pursed his lips, snorted, turned around and left.

An Qiluo said with a smile: "The child raised at home is a little bit delicate, don't take it for granted."

Xing Yuan didn't care: "It's nothing."

The topic turned back to the phone call just now, and An Qiluo was very interested: "I'm even more curious about this beautiful woman after making you worry so much."

Thinking of Ye Wenxuan's words, Xing Yuan's heart sank a little, and he said, "He's a photographer. We have been in love for a long time. This time, I wanted him to come to Houston for vacation, but unfortunately he still has to work."

"Oh, I think this could not be better, Xing." Angelo said with deep meaning: "No one knows where the ceremony of breaking the dawn will be held, it may be here, or it may go to other places thousands of kilometers away. place. Ha, who knows, they like that kind of mystery anyway."

"You'd better find an excuse to explain it to your family, assistant and little lover," he said, "Because you will probably disappear for a few days, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is necessary to do so."

Xing Yuan glanced at the fiddler on the stage with lowered eyebrows, nodded: "I will."

An Qiluo caught his gaze, pointed at the four people casually, and introduced to Xing Yuan: "Don't worry about them, these are my four bodyguards, I don't like the feeling of being surrounded by black suits, people It’s better to keep a low profile, it’s just right for them to behave like this.”

Xing Yuan's own skills are very good. It is natural to see that these people have guns pinned to their waists. When playing, they pull the bowstring with their arms. They can faintly see a layer of plump muscles under the thin sleeves.

They are all Lianjiazi, and their strength is not low.

He turned his eyes around a few people, and only pretended to be surprised after An Qiluo's introduction: "They turned out to be bodyguards. I really thought they were some famous violinists."

He could clearly see that one of the men playing the violin had a flash of smugness on his face, as if he was very pleased with this compliment.

Angelo: "Don't praise them. Perot always wants to find a chance to resign and give a concert. I have to let him show his face at a small party. If you praise him for playing well, this guy will come again tonight. Me once."

The violinist named Perrault lowered his eyebrows, as if he hadn't heard anything.

After the meal, An Qiluo dismissed the waiter and talked with Xing Yuan in the study for more than two hours before he stopped talking and summoned the butler: "Prepare a guest room for my good friend. He will satisfy everything he wants as much as possible. Don't come here and ask me."

The butler bent down: "Yes, sir."

Angelo: "Xing, I won't be with you tomorrow, but I will watch the ceremony via video."

Xing Yuan was thoughtful: "Will all members watch the video?"

"No," An Qiluo told him, "I am your recommender, so I need to watch it. Similarly, other people who watch it have similar identities."

Xing Yuan: "I see."

Angelo: "Then, good luck!"

Xing Yuan: "Thank you."

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Xing Yuan called Ye Wenxuan again.

He didn't get through the first time, so he dialed a second time. After five beeps, the person over there was long overdue.

Ye Wenxuan said wearily: "Xing Yuan, haven't you slept yet?"

Xing Yuan paused.

Ever since the two confirmed their relationship, Ye Wenxuan never called him by name, either "Old Xing" or "Mr. Xing". Sometimes when he got tired of being together, he would call him "husband".

This is the same as the phone call before dinner, it came out of nowhere, and the content of the conversation was incomprehensible.

Ye Wenxuan spoke first: "I really can't go to your side. I've been rushing to shoot for the past two days, and I'll go find you after the shoot is over."

Xing Yuan stood by the window, parted the heavy curtain with one hand, and looked out through the glass.

Downstairs, there are dozens of bodyguards scattered throughout the villa. They are well-trained and appear to be in order.

He said: "I'm not very interested in your POYI. I'll go to other places to discuss projects tomorrow, so you don't need to look for me anymore."

Marven Ye was taken aback: "Are you leaving?"

Xing Yuan's gaze turned back to the house, his blue eyes turned around on various objects, while walking slowly in the house, while listening to the phone: "You let me dove, I am very sad, so I have to use work to numb myself. "

Ye Wenxuan followed into the scene: "No, my dear, I love you! Please forgive me this time, when I win the POYI Photographer of the Year Award, I will definitely take the bonus and honor and drive colorful clouds to marry you— —”

The corner of Xing Yuan's mouth twitched obviously, and he couldn't take it anymore.

At the same time, he also heard a slight "呵呵" electric current in the receiver.

Xing Yuan stopped walking.

On his left is a luxurious and complicated classical American bed and a dark brown bedside table.

The man's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. His gaze swept across every corner, and finally stopped at the gap between the bedside table and the wall.

Ye Wenxuan: "Xing Yuan, I'm serious, we can go to Switzerland to register first, or you prefer another place, I can give you a title first..."

Xing Yuan supported the wall with one hand, and looked sideways at the gap.

Amidst the piercing electric current in his ears, he saw a small bug stuck to the back of the bedside table.

Marven Ye: "Hey, don't ignore me, although you haven't introduced me to your family yet, I don't mind..."

Xing Yuan didn't touch the bug, but stood up straight, walked a few steps away, and then responded: "Baby, I think we all have to calm down and think for a few days."

Marven Ye: "Oh, well...although I think I'm quite calm..."

Xing Yuan continued: "Come on, it was the same last time. If Yuwei hadn't come to find me, I wouldn't have known that you had secretly left the country."

Marven Ye didn't turn the corner: "...Huh?"

Xing Yuan said to himself: "There is also a guy named Kundun who came from nowhere. When he saw me, he told me that he was your true love. He not only punched a hole in my thigh, but also made a hole in my thigh." Warn me how far I can roll."

Marven Ye: "Uh..."

Xing Yuan: "I'm leaving Houston tomorrow. I might go to that Quinton for a duel or something. Anyway, let's get back in touch later."

Marven Ye: "...Hello?"

Xing Yuan: "Although I don't contact you, you know that I love you. If you take the opportunity to lure others outside and add green to my head, I won't let you get out of bed for a week."

Then he hung up.

Ye Wenxuan: "???" Dude, your acting skills are pretty good, especially for the role of resentful husband.

The two investigators who were monitoring the whole process took off their headsets and stared at him in silence for a long time, with different expressions.

The person who made the record was full of disbelief: "The former top ten richest people in the world have such personalities in private..."

The other looked at Marven Ye, shook his head, and looked at him again: "To be honest, you may not be suitable."

Marven Ye: "..."

Yes, Xing is always a showman, and they really don't fit well.

The older investigator said: "Come here today, your suspicions have not been completely cleared, please stay in this interrogation room until the review of all members is completed, and then everyone including you can be revoked." Monitoring on the body."

Marven Ye looked up at him: "That is to say, I have to sit here until you finish interrogating everyone?"

Investigator: "Yes."

Marven Ye: "What about sleeping?"

The investigator pointed to the folding bed standing against the wall in the corner: "It's been placed there all year round, but there is no pillow or quilt, but there is air conditioning in the room, so I think it should be good for sleeping."

The bed was obviously used frequently, and the corner of Marven Ye's mouth twitched: "Then what about when I go to the bathroom?"

The investigator pointed to the surveillance camera: "Wait over there, there will be a small team of people serving you, absolute presidential treatment."

Marven Ye: "Please keep it simple."

Investigator: "If you want to escape on the road, these seven or eight big men will press you to the ground and beat you into a pig's head."

Marven Ye: "..."

He sighed: "Okay, I see."

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Xing Yuan: "You are ruthless, you are cruel, and you make trouble for no reason!"

Marven Ye: "Then you are not ruthless?! Not cruel?! Not vexatious?!"

Xing Yuan: "How can I be ruthless?! Where can I be cruel?! Where can I make trouble for no reason?!"

Marven Ye: "Where are you not ruthless?! Where are you not cruel?! Where are you not making trouble for no reason?!"

Xing Yuan: "I'll just—"

Marven Ye: "Okay, stop acting."

Xing Yuan: "I'm having fun, what are you doing?"

Ye Wenxuan looked at the two investigators opposite Mosquito Incense Eyes: "The audience is in shock, let's take a rest first, and fight another [-] rounds when people wake up."