Ten billion wealthy daughters

Chapter 523 Accidental Visitors
The Louis family, inside the private hospital.

Both West and Qing'an have arrived, and the doctors and nurses are also ready at the hospital. Xia Yuanting is sitting in a wheelchair, accompanied by medical staff.

"Thank you." Seeing Qing'an and West coming, Xia Yuanting said with a smile, "It's rare for our family Qing'an to get up so early. It's so rare. I'm very touched."

Qing'an made a face at him. When she was a child, she loved to sleep and didn't like to get up early. Xia Yuanting liked to get up early, so she harassed her a lot, and often laughed at her as a lazy pig.

West noticed their interaction, and seeing that the time was almost up, he nodded to the accompanying staff, then walked to Qing'an's side, whispered to Qing'an, Qing'an nodded—it was time to leave.

"Brother, are you feeling alright?" After the plane took off, Qing'an immediately asked Xia Yuanting how he was feeling. Although West's private plane was very stable in theory, the doctor assessed that the conditions were completely suitable for Xia Yuanting to fly, and Qing'an himself did not feel uncomfortable. However, Xia Yuanting was a patient after all, so Qing'an was worried that he would react.

"I'm fine." Xia Yuanting shook his head, "You know my physical condition, it's just an injury, don't be too nervous."

Like Xia Yuankang, Xia Yuanting has been an athlete since he was a child, and he has practiced with Zhang Xie a few times, so his foundation is indeed very good.

"Well, then I'll wash some fruit for you." Seeing what he said, Qing'an felt relieved and went straight to the kitchen to get busy.

About a few hours after Qing'an set off, someone found the headquarters of the Lewis Building and asked for her news.

The clothes of these few people are too special for the people of Paris; because each of them has a big bald head and wears cassocks. Between words, they fold their hands and bow their heads from time to time.

If Qing'an were here, she would probably recognize that the clothes of these monks are quite similar to those in the temples in Yangon, but this group of people are dressed strangely, and they are asking about the daughter of the group president. How could Luis' security be willing to report, waving Get rid of things.

You know, kidnappers are very good at disguising these days. Recently, a kidnapper pretended to be a Buddhist and tore up a jeweler, making everyone feel insecure, and the security guards were also very scared; not long ago, Paris was attacked by religious extremists, causing casualties. Many people, including Xia Yuanting, were seriously injured because of this. Even if these people are really monks, who knows if they are religious extremists?
The people of Paris today are quite afraid and worried about believers other than Christianity.

Qing'an didn't know all this, and Louis's underground forces didn't pay special attention to these few oriental monks who happened to appear outside the Louis building and disappeared a few minutes later.

When the group of monks returned to their residence, they bowed and apologized to a young monk in their mouths: "Master, we haven't seen Miss Qing'an. We spent money to find out on the black market. It is said that she went to Italy."

The young monk, with a gentle appearance and a radiant complexion, frowned slightly when he heard that Qing'an was going to Italy, showing a sense of sadness.

Is it really impossible to save the master?

If they had arrived in Paris a day or two earlier, they might have had more time to find Miss Qing'an...

The master said, if you can see her in Paris, give her that letter; if you can't see her, don't force her... But, he felt a pain in his heart.

"Host!"

The monk next to him suddenly screamed, he raised his eyes, and saw blood dripping from the corner of his mouth in the eyes of the other person,——Master, how can I save you?

He stretched out his hand and held the letter tightly in his arms. He didn't dare to read the letter, because the master said that only Miss Qing'an could read it; but...he wanted to rescue the master, but he didn't dare to disobey the master. fate.

The young monk's hands clenched tighter and tighter, his joints began to turn white, and the whole room was eerily quiet.

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