The investigator made a gesture of invitation, and Marven Ye had to clear his throat and said, "What, Xing Yuan, are you still talking about business?"
Xing Yuandao: "No, at a friend's house, you set off?"
Marven Ye said vaguely: "No, I have to stay here for a while, I don't have any inspiration for taking pictures, so I won't go to you for now."
Xing Yuan hummed with some doubts, and Marven Ye heard him whispering to the person next to him: "Sorry, take a call."
Afterwards, the sound of the table and chairs rubbing sounded, and the violin movement wafting from the microphone got farther and farther.
After a few seconds, it was quiet over there.
Xing Yuan: "Baby, are you going to let my pigeon go?"
Marven Ye looked at the two opposite, and had to 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? We can go together then. Galston Beach."
All of what he said was made up on a whim. While taking care not to let the two officers on the opposite side and the officers behind the camera notice his micro-expression, he wondered if Xing Yuan could have a heart-to-heart with him.
The Anti-Terrorism Alliance strictly forbids monitoring the personal privacy of team members, and Marven Ye was not afraid that they would find him talking nonsense.
He didn't want to involve Xing Yuan again. If he told the investigator 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.
Marven Ye had no doubts at all, once he admitted it, Xing Yuan would be approached by the Houston police and monitored before the call was hung up.
This was not what he wanted to see.
On the other side of the phone, Xing Yuan paused for a while, and then slowly said, "POYI and me, which is more important?"
Marven Ye secretly relieved.
Xing Yuan: "I waited for you in Houston for a week. I was going to go to the next project a week ago, but now you tell me, do you want POYI?"
Marven Ye sighed that Xing Yuan was really familiar with playing a complaining husband, and comforted: "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. follow me..."
Xing Yuan couldn't bear it any longer: "I'll go back tomorrow, goodbye!"
Then hung up the phone with a snap.
Marven Ye: "… "
Investigator: "???"
Marven Ye thought to himself, Mr. Xing, your acting is not too hard, I'm so embarrassed right now.
The investigator who had been writing the records suddenly sighed: "I didn't expect that the richest man in Huaguo was so... um, so arrogant..."
The investigator who called said, "If your suspicions are cleared, call him later to coax him."
Marven Ye looked at him with dead fish eyes.
The investigator coughed twice: "Come on, let's continue."
On the other side, in Houston, in Angelo's single-family villa.
Xing Yuan stood in the corridor, looking down at his phone, wrinkles gradually forming 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 entered the hall again.
Four string musicians stood on the circular stage. They were wearing black tuxedos. They didn't look around and only focused on playing "Death and the Maiden".
Angelo was chatting with a girl next to him. The waiters were still putting plates of exquisite food on the table one after another. When Xing Yuan came back, Angelo laughed jokingly: "Little lover?"
Xing Yuan sat opposite him, next to him was a young boy with blond hair and blue eyes, Xing Yuan showed a helpless expression: "Cha Gang. For the sake of my future happiness, Angelo, don't give me this this time. already."
The boy wanted to lean over, but was separated by Xing Yuan's hand. Angelo clicked his tongue and waved him down with the girl beside him.
The blond boy flattened his mouth, snorted, and turned away.
Angelo said with a smile: "The child raised at home is a little squeamish, don't take it offense."
Xing Yuan didn't care: "It's nothing."
The topic turned back to the phone call just now, and Angelo was very interested: "I can make you worry so much, but I'm even more curious about this beautiful woman."
Xing Yuan remembered Marven Ye's remarks, his heart sank a little, and he said: "It's a photographer, we have been in love for a long time, this time I wanted him to come to Houston to take a vacation, but unfortunately he still has to work."
"Oh, I think this is the best, Xing." Angelo said with a special meaning: "No one knows where the ceremony of breaking dawn will take place, it may be here, or it may go to other places thousands of kilometers away. Place. Ha, who knows, they like that mysterious atmosphere anyway."
"You'd better find an excuse to explain it to your family, assistants and little lover," he said. "Because you will probably disappear for a few days, it is necessary to do so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Xing Yuan glanced at the violinist with lowered eyebrows on the stage and nodded: "I will."
An Qiluo watched his gaze, pointed at the four, and introduced to Xing Yuan: "You don't need to care 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, they are like this, just right."
Xing Yuan's own skills are very good. Naturally, he can see that these people have guns around their waists. When playing, they pull the bowstrings with their arms, and can faintly see a layer of full muscles bulging under the thin sleeves.
They are all from the family, and their strength is not low.
His eyes turned around a few people, and he was only pretending to be surprised after Angelo introduced it: "It turned out to be bodyguards, I really thought they were famous violinists."
He clearly saw that one of the violin-playing men flashed a smug look on his face, as if he was very pleased with this compliment.
Angelo: "Don't praise them, Pero always wants to resign to give a concert, I have to let him show his face at small parties. If you praise him for doing well, this guy can come back tonight. I'll be back."
The violinist named Perot lowered his eyebrows, as if he had not heard anything.
After the meal, Angelo dismissed the waiter and chatted with Xing Yuan in the study for more than two hours, before he stopped talking and called the housekeeper: "Prepare a guest room for my good friend, he will satisfy everything he wants as much as possible, Don't come and ask me."
The butler bent over: "Yes, sir."
Angelo: "Xing, I won't be with you tomorrow, but I will watch the ceremony through video."
Xing Yuan thought about it: "Will all the members watch the video?"
"It's not," Angelo told him, "I'm your sponsor, so I need to be on the sidelines. By the same token, other people watching are also in this position."
Xing Yuan: "I see."
Angelo: "Then, good luck!"
Xing Yuan: "Thank you."
After ten o'clock in the evening, Xing Yuan called Marven Ye again.
He didn't get through the first time, so he dialed it a second time. After five calls, the talent over there was long overdue.
Marven Ye said wearily, "Xing Yuan, haven't you slept yet?"
Xing Yuan paused.
Since the two confirmed their relationship, Marven Ye never called him by name or surname, either "Lao Xing" or "President Xing".
This was just like the phone call before dinner, which came out of nowhere, and the content of the conversation was unknown.
Marven Ye spoke first: "I really can't go to your side. I've been rushing to shoot for the past two days. I'll go to you when the shooting is over."
Xing Yuan stood by the window, separated the heavy curtains with one hand, and looked out through the glass.
Downstairs, there are dozens of bodyguards scattered around the villa, and they are well-trained and look well-organized.
He said, "I'm not very interested in your POYI. I'll go to other places to discuss projects tomorrow, and you don't need to find me."
Marven Ye was stunned: "Are you leaving?"
Xing Yuan's eyes turned back to the house, his blue eyes turned around on various objects, and while walking slowly in the house, he listened to the phone: "You let me doves, I'm very sad, so I have to use work to numb myself. "
Marven Ye followed into the play: "No, my dear, I love you! Please forgive me this time. When I win POYI's annual photographer award, I will definitely bring bonuses and honors, 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 "呲呲" current sound in the receiver.
Xing Yuan stopped walking.
On his left is a luxurious and complicated classic American bed, and a dark brown bedside table.
The man's eyes were as sharp as eagles, his eyes swept through every corner, and finally stopped at the gap between the bedside table and the wall.
Marven Ye: "Xing Yuan, I'm serious, we can go to Switzerland to register first, or if you prefer other places, I can give you a name first..."
Xing Yuan supported the wall with one hand and looked sideways at the gap.
In the sound of electric current in his ears, he saw a small bug stuck on the back of the bedside table.
Marven Ye: "Hey, don't ignore me, although you haven't introduced me to your family yet, I won't mind..."
Xing Yuan didn't touch the bug, but stood up straight and walked a few steps away before responding, "Baby, I think we all need to calm down and think for a few days."
Marven Ye: "Oh, okay... 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 went abroad secretly."
Marven Ye didn't turn around: "... ah?"
Xing Yuan said to himself: "There is also a guy named Quinton, who came from nowhere. When he saw me, he said that he is your true love. He not only made a hole in my thigh, but also Warn me how far to go."
Marven Ye: "Uh..."
Xing Yuan: "I'm leaving Houston tomorrow. Maybe I'll go to that Quinton for a duel or something. In short, let's get in touch after a while."
Marven Ye: "... Hello?"
Xing Yuan: "Although I don't contact you, you know that I love you. If you take the opportunity to attract bees and butterflies outside and add greenery to my head, I will make you unable to get out of bed for a week."
Then he hung up.
Marven Ye: "???" Dude, the acting is good, especially for the role of the grumpy husband.
The two investigators who were monitoring the whole process took off their headsets and stared at him silently for a long time, with different expressions.
The person who made the record had an incredible face: "The former top ten richest people in the world have such a personality in private..."
The other looked at Marven Ye, shook his head, and looked at him again: "Seriously, you may not be a good fit."
Marven Ye: "… "
Yes, Xing is always a showman, and they really don't fit well.
The older investigator said: "Let's come here today, your suspicions have not been completely cleared, please stay in this interrogation room first, until the review of all members is over, then you can revoke everyone, including you. body surveillance."
Marven Ye raised his eyes to look at him: "That is, I have to sit here until you finish judging everyone?"
Investigator: "Yes."
Marven Ye: "What about sleeping?"
The investigator pointed to the folding bed in the corner standing against the wall: "There are no pillows and quilts for the ones placed there all the year round, but there is air conditioning in the room, so I think it should be good to sleep."
The bed was obviously used frequently, and Marven Ye twitched the corner of his mouth: "What about when I go to the toilet?"
The investigator pointed at the surveillance probe: "Go there and wave, there will be a team of people who will serve you, absolutely president-level treatment."
Marven Ye: "Please keep it simple."
Investigator: "If you want to escape on the road, these seven or eight big men will crush 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, you are unreasonable!"
Marven Ye: "Then you are not ruthless?! Not cruel?! Not unreasonable?!"
Xing Yuan: "Where am I ruthless?! Where is cruel?! Where is unreasonable trouble?!"
Marven Ye: "Where are you not ruthless?! Where are you not cruel?! Where are you not unreasonable?!"
Xing Yuan: "I'm even—"
Marven Ye: "Okay, stop acting."
Xing Yuan: "I'm having a good time, what are you doing?"
Marven Ye looked at the two investigators opposite Mosquito Incense Eyes: "The audience is in shock, let's take a break first, and then fight 500 times when we wake up."