Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

In Myron's heart, the God of Wealth is yyds, and she feels that everything can't be troubled by her.

So he was really shocked.

Huo Yao didn't mean to talk about tuberculosis behind him at all, tapping on the computer keyboard with his slender fingers from time to time.

The plane has now entered the national border. The original route of more than ten hours has been shortened to five hours, and it will be possible to enter City C in another half an hour.

At this moment, in the satellite record data to C City, the plane that Professor Min and the others took has not been photographed.

It's not that the signal frequency cannot be searched, but the plane doesn't seem to fly to City C at all.

Huo Yao's eyes were a bit deep, she didn't think her speculation was wrong.

But there is no trace of the plane, which is really incredible.

Glancing at the time, Huo Yao didn't continue to slam the satellite signal. He leaned gently on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples with his fingers, and gradually relaxed the highly concentrated nerves.

Seeing this, Myron stopped talking with interest.

Half an hour later, the plane landed in City C.

Huo Yao's mobile phone also resumed the connection signal, and several WeChat messages popped up.

They are all from Zhuo Yun.

After reading the information, she directly called Zhuo Yun back.

Zhuo Yun and his party arrived at City C as early as an hour ago. After landing, they sent a message to Huo Yao and called them. At this time they finally contacted, with a little anxious voice, "Miss Huo, your phone is finally connected. …"

Huo Yao gave a light hum, as he stepped off the plane, without saying anything else, he asked directly: "Where are you now?"

Zhuo Yun was stunned, but still subconsciously reported a position.

Huo Yao nodded, seemingly familiar with City C, "Okay, I'll be here in half an hour."

"Aren't you...returning to City C?" Zhuo Yun's eyes widened, no wonder why he couldn't get in touch before.

"Yeah." Huo Yao responded lightly.

Zhuo Yun didn't talk any more nonsense after hearing this, "Waiting for you."

Huo Yao hung up the phone.

She put away the phone, thought for a while, then turned her head and looked at Myron who was getting off the plane with her behind her, "Thank you."

Myron stopped, and when he met the eyes of the God of Fortune, he almost understood the meaning of her "thank you" in an instant, and the corners of his lips were twitched, "No, I will throw it away without you. "

Several men followed behind him, and they all stopped at this time.

Myron coughed and added in a low voice: "I want face too!"

"Which is worthy of face or fate?" Huo Yao said with a faint smile.

"God of Wealth."

Myron still had a smile on his face, as if he was joking, but there was a touch of seriousness in his voice.

Huo Yaojing looked at him for a few seconds, and finally said nothing, turned and walked outside the apron.

This is the special liaison office of Yunzhijing in City C, and there is already a car parked there not far away.

Soon, the two got into the car.

Half an hour later, Huo Yao and Zhuo Yun joined together. The address was on the side of the official garrison building in City C.

Myron followed Huo Yao, and when he entered the official site, he was still feeling that the thigh of the God of Wealth was really good.

Although Yunzhijing covers a wide range of fields and is a website where everything can be traded, it does not have that many links to the official chain.

After coming out this time, maybe we can take the opportunity to expand our business or something.

After a while, Zhuo Yun took the two of them to the fifth floor in the elevator.