Unprepared to attack your wife: 365 days of fighting after your wife

Chapter 16 Find out the IP of this number
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France, night.

In the luxurious and wide swimming pool, there is a warm glazed lamp hanging on a branch of crabapple. There are floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, with light gauze curtains, and the wind keeps pouring in from the outside, and the gauze curtains flutter and dance.

The snake-shaped nozzles at the four corners continuously pour water into the swimming pool, and the hot air is dense.

A handsome man rested his head on a marble slab, closed his eyes, his long eyelashes were thick and long, covered with beautiful shadows, he seemed to be asleep, his breathing was even, his face was fair and clear, and the crabapple flowers were slowly falling Entering the swimming pool, the tiny rays of light are floating in the water, everything looks so beautiful.

The man's elegant and seductive beauty is almost breath-taking. Under the water, his muscles are vigorous, his chest is strong, and his figure is so good that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Arlen, there is an unfamiliar message on your phone, do you want to call it?"

A slightly feminine voice sounded behind him.

The man's face was still cold and hollow.

"..."

With such a special status, he received countless harassing calls. If he answered them all, he would be annoyed to death, so the calls were all handed over to the assistant.

"I understand."

The assistant was about to leave, but the sleepy man suddenly opened his eyes, "Give me the phone."

The brown pupils were the same as his face, cold and empty, as if frost had condensed, but there was always a hint of melancholy in the brows.

The assistant didn't know why he suddenly became agitated, and was so frightened that he hurriedly handed the phone to him.

The man didn't know why, just now his heart seemed to be suddenly strangled by a powerful palm, the pain made him unable to breathe.

If he didn't return the call, he would lose the most important thing in his life.

There was an ordinary light in his cold pupils, the assistant had never seen him show such an expression, and his heart twitched violently.

The man called back, but the phone came: "The phone you dialed has been turned off..."

The man hung up and stared at the number with burning eyes, "Ruo'er, is that you?"

He threw the phone to the assistant and said in a serious voice, "I'll give you half an hour to find out the IP of this number."

The assistant's heart throbbed inexplicably, "Okay."

The man came out of the bath, wrapped in a bathrobe, his cold and indifferent expression rarely loosened.

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Half an hour later.

The assistant walked in from the outside and watched the man sitting on the head of the bed, his body tensed and his thoughts in a trance.

The icy air was ups and downs in the air, mixed with a suffocating depression.

His slender white fingers were holding an old photo that was yellowed. The boy and the girl in the photo were smiling innocently, while the girl's face had been worn out.

It seems that it is often rubbed by people.

The assistant's eyelids twitched, "Arlen, I found it."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, like a freezer emitting air-conditioning.

"It's City A in China."

A crack appeared on the man's dazed face, and a strange look flashed across his eyes, "Have you found out the exact IP?"

The assistant shook his head, "I can't find it."

The man stood up abruptly, and the light from the wall lamp cast a gorgeous light on the man's face.

"Jason, continue to pay attention to this number, call once a day, if the phone is shut down for three days, prepare to go back to China in three months."

"Alren, you?" The assistant looked at him in shock. Since he came to France a few years ago to develop, he has never returned to China except for calling back occasionally.

He always stays alone, with a dejected expression on his face, he thought China was a sad place for him, and he never planned to go back in his life, but now...

With his hands in his pockets, the man walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the bustling night scene, "Jason, I've been here long enough."

The promise was like a powerful vortex, absorbing him, making him unable to go back, but his heart remained forever in that rainy night in China.

"I see."

(End of this chapter)