Billionaire's One Night Stand novel Chapter 380

The Second Young Master of the Military Is a Tracking Fanatic

"Okay." Ragib nodded. "Then did Miss Nangong really not say anything else about Nangong Yen? And about the confidential issues of the Nangong family?"

"She's not that stupid," Aman said.

"Really? It seems that the reason why she told you that Nangong Yen wanted to use the Dior family to deal with you is simply that she likes you Aman."

"Then let's do it this way. I will contact you as soon as I have any news." Ragib said.

After hanging up the phone, the guard looked at Ragib behind the car from the mirror behind the car.

"Young master, then now..."

Ragib crossed his ten fingers above his nose bridge. He suddenly raised his eyes and sharply looked at the newspaper "Star Knowing" across the street!

As long as he could deal with this woman!

He picked up the phone and called the world. "Hey, that woman likes desserts and cakes..."

"Brother, look, I told you that I didn't find the wrong person, did I?" The person on the phone said happily, "As soon as Brother showed up, she even knew what she likes to eat. No problem, I'll order the best and most famous pastry in the city!"

The next morning, when Sam came to the Tea House to meet Ragib, he brought a large box of pastries and put them in front of Ragib

"Brother, look, this is the most famous dessert artist's work in the whole city." The world's owner said excitedly, "I personally went to find this dessert artist and asked him to make a box of women's favorite taste according to my request. And now, it be abrupt for Brother to send flowers with him, so I asked the dessert artist to make all these pastries into the shape of roses! I'm sure Miss Zoya will like it!"

As he spoke, he was about to open it and let Ragib appreciate the gift he was proud of.

Ragib put his hand on the box and said, "Let's talk about it first. As long as she is willing to go on a date with you, this matter will be settled, won't it?"

Sam was stunned and nodded. "Yes."

The first stage was like this...

"That's good." Ragib stood up and picked up the box of cakes.

" Brother!" Before he left, Sam grabbed him and said, "Don't use force. Don't use force. I'm going after her. She must be willing to do it."

Ragib coldly glanced at him. "Do you want that woman to be to date you?"

"And, now that we have asked about her love and taste, we can help to ask her for her phone number, WeChat, oh, an email, and address. Where do you like to go, what kind of hobbies do you like, who is at home, and whose ID is..."

"Are you annoyed?" Ragib took out his hand. "Are you looking into your registered permanent residence or the wanted criminal by the Public Security Bureau?"

Then he smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, Brother is right. Then Brother, please ask as much as you can..."

Ragib left with a beautiful cake box.

Behind him, Sam waved his hand. "Brother, I'll leave everything to you!"

Zoya asked a reporter friend to meet in a Starbucks in the afternoon. As soon as she went out, she saw a black Land Rover parked in front of Star of Understanding.

"...Hmm?" She twisted her brows.

He seemed to have seen it yesterday. "But the man called Sam hasn't come yet? It's not him, is it?"

"Maybe not. It must be someone else's car." Zoya comforted herself. She took the car key and got into her car, which was worth 100,000 Dollar. Then she drove away from the newspaper.

After coming to the cafe, his friends arrived soon.

"Zoya, this is the number." The reporter on the opposite wrote a phone number and moved it to Zoya from the coffee table. "I used to know this foreign media reporter. He was in Italy at that time, but we haven't contacted each other for a long time. You can just call me and mention my name."

"Okay, okay." Zoya quickly wrote down the number. "It's so troublesome. I really have something to do."

"Don't mention it. It's a piece of cake."

The friend said, "We used to work in the Trading Study. Hey, you have opened the newspaper yourself, and we are still reporters who are running around. In fact, we are very envious of you, Zoya..."

Through the glass wall of the cafe, Zoya squinted her eyes and looked out.

Under the bright sunshine, she saw a familiar Land Rover.

Isn't that the one parked on the opposite side of her newspaper office?

The license plates were all the same!

Coincidentally, maybe the owner of the car came here. She would not be followed by suspicious people!

"Zoya?" A friend stared at her in a daze.

"Oh, it's okay." Zoya picked up the cup and said, "I'll call you later. Thank you. Come on, let's drink some coffee."

"Yes, I'm fine."

After returning to the car, Zoya called Zack.

I heard from my friend just now that this foreign media reporter, so it's easy to talk.

After the call was connected, Zoya immediately said in English, "Hello, I am a reporter from Country. Are you now standing in the reporter station in Italy... Ah, have you been transferred to America? It's all right. I just want to ask about the situation in Italy..."

Zoya hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and raised her head

There would almost be two lines of wide noodles flowing down!

"Dam*, when I don't want to look for foreign media reporters, I feel that all I hear is about the situation of foreign media reporters all day long. When I want to find them, I can't find them even if they want to."

When she went back, Zoya passed by a park that she often came to. In autumn, the autumn leaves were full of golden color of the grassland. The scenery along the river bank was beautiful and picturesque. Many students of the Academy of Medicine were writing here.

Not far from the river bank, a pair of sharp eyes were looking at this side from the black Land Rover and watching Zoya's back sitting on the grass on the river bank.

"Young master, what is Miss Zoya doing sitting there?" asked the guard.