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Chapter 289 The person who wrote Chunrong was right there

Guan Tongxiao naturally did not have the habit of eating voraciously. She buried her head in purely to escape the questions raised by Qingdie. The main reason was that she did not think about how to find Sun Xiaochuan before she set off, so she was reckless and led to a somewhat awkward situation now.

Long Junchen saw that Guan Tongxiao was still burying his head deep in the bowl like an ostrich, and suddenly his heart moved. If he wanted to find someone in China, the best use of the MI6 intelligence system would probably be the MI6 intelligence system. Under the MI6 intelligence network, as long as they wanted to find a fly, they would definitely find it. But he thought about it and realized a very embarrassing problem.

Although I am the commander-in-chief of MI6, in fact, I don’t know how the people under my command contact him. Every time I need them, it’s not right. It should be when they need them. Lang Xiao always appears at the right time. But now, I need them, but I find that I can’t contact them at all. Who cares about whom? Why do I seem to be working for a group of old men?

Long Junchen couldn't help but secretly scold Liu Qinglong, the old fox. The so-called commander-in-chief, just painted a big cake for himself. As a result, he solved the troubles. He didn't get any benefits, so he gave him a name for being empty.

Long Junchen drank a large mouthful of noodle soup like venting, and suddenly thought of someone again - Lu Yiming.

He frowned and asked Guan Tongxiao next to him: "By the way, Sun Chuanxiao should be a talented person in Yinhai City. If he came to Maoshan, he should be a foreigner, so his accommodation should be in the hotel, right?"

Guan Tongxiao "moved" her head out of the bowl, with a little confused look in her eyes, and she was silent for a moment, but she nodded and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I remember before I came with him that time, he said that he had booked a hotel room and let us go and have a good vacation."

Long Junchen slapped his hands and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, "Now many hotels need real-name authentication. As long as he uses his ID card to register, clues should be found."

"Wait a minute, that's right, but if we asked one by one, we might not find him, we would be exhausted, or we would have been alarmed." Qingdie finished eating the noodles and wiped her mouth while raising objections.

Long Junchen smiled mysteriously and raised the phone in his hand. The same pretentious words came out of his mouth again, "The mountain man has his own trick!"

After saying that, he stood up and settled the money for noodles, while going out to dial Lu Yiming's phone number.

"Hey, is the Lu Bureau?" Although Long Junchen had never been optimistic about Lu Yiming, the cowardly director, and he had a lot of complaints about him, he should be more polite after all, after asking for help. After the phone call, he took the initiative to laugh and say hello.

"Oh, it turns out that it's Jun Chen, you guy, what's wrong? You won't..." Lu Yiming was whispering to the MI6 behind Long Jun Chen, but his heart was full of anxiety, because every time Long Jun Chen came to him, there was nothing good, so he wanted to say something but stopped, but in fact he was still worried that the guess in his heart would become reality.

"Hey, Road Bureau, a friend of mine was cheated of tens of thousands of dollars by someone else. Now the person can't be found. We inquire all the way and said that this person had come to Maoshan. So, we want to ask you, can you help me check and see if there are anyone who has registered such a person in those hotels?"

Long Junchen made an excuse. Even if Lu Yiming had some doubts, he would never provoke it. So, although Lu Yiming had doubts in his heart, he took Long Junchen's words and asked: "Okay, send the identity information of the person you are looking for. I'll find someone to help you check it. I still have an old classmate from the Maoshan Metropolitan Police Department. When there is a result, I will contact you immediately."

The two of them exchanged a few more words, then hung up the phone. Long Junchen sent Sun Chuanxiao's name and photos to Lu Yiming. Then he lit a cigarette and sighed softly. Sun Chuanxiao, or to be more precise, was a ghost living in Sun Xiaochuan's body. It seemed that he was a very cautious person. It would probably not be that easy to find him. He could only be a dead horse and see if there were any clues.

Long Junchen told the two girls about her plans, and they all agreed happily, but they still had to find a place to escape the heat. The sun is fierce now, so it is impossible to wait for Lu Yiming's news outside. Qingdie originally suggested going to the hotel directly, but Long Junchen felt that he should go to the summer resort to have fun. Since he has gone out, he should bring a good mood and relax. It is really unreasonable to stay in the hotel every day.

The three of them found a summer resort, which was not too far from the high-speed rail station. The villa was built next to the dense forest, looking at the lake next to the mountains and facing the wind, the breeze blew gently, taking away the last trace of dryness in the forest, and making the world feel refreshed. Long Junchen naturally invited a girl singing songs, sat in the courtyard, sipped tea and listened to the songs, and watched the girl with some beauty sang softly. Long Junchen smiled, but the two girls looked at Long Junchen angrily, staring at Long Junchen angrily, thinking that this kid would never forget to pick up girls wherever he went, but it was a pity that the newly married girl Situ in his family had just been married.

In front of the three, the girl Long Junchen chose had a crisp voice, mixed with the breeze, crossing the hall and never walking around the beam. "I remembered the past. In order to hurt the spring diseases, I was unable to withstand the dream of spring. I wrote about the spring appearance that man was picking up. That hard work, that kind of wearing, it seemed like the eyes that were looking forward to the immortals, and the mouth that was crooked by Guanyin."

Although this song is not as amazing as Xing Zimo, a famous actor in the capital at Long Junchen’s wedding banquet yesterday, after listening to the song, the strings are broken and the heart is destroyed, making people feel happy. Qingdie and Guan Tongxiao’s faces are a little more sad.

Long Junchen was shocked, not because the song was sung too well or not, but because the girl sang a clip from "Peony Pavilion", and the name of this paragraph was called "Wedding".

Long Junchen only felt that the root of his tongue was bitter. Why did he come out and think of listening to a small song to explain it, but he heard such an unlucky song. He just got married and was singing "Walking" here. Fortunately, although the two girls next to him were sad, they didn't know the name of the song. Otherwise, if this matter was spread outside and was used as a topic of conversation after dinner, his face would be unbearable...
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