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Qiao Nian returned the phone to him: "Let's find someone first."

Lu Zhi took his mobile phone and asked her tacitly, "Do you want me to ask the driver to come over?"

"It's too troublesome." Qiao Nian picked up the peaked cap on the table and put it on his head, lowered the brim of the hat, revealing his snow-white jawline, and said to him, "Every second Master Cheng is in their hands is more dangerous. There is no time to wait." Go down, I'll go first!"

Lu Zhi quietly touched his weak legs under the table, knowing that he would only waste time if he insisted on following.

He was used to being a drag, so he took his hand away and raised his eyebrows calmly: "Then you go first, I will look for you when the driver comes over."

"Row."

The girl went to buy the bill, turned back and passed by his table, and saw that he was calling the driver, her plain fingers tapped on the table, making a crisp sound.

Lu Zhi raised his head when he heard the voice, and looked at her puzzled: "Is there anything else?"

Qiao Nian was slightly uncomfortable and said, "Can you do it here alone?"

Lu Zhi choked for breath, paused for a second, followed her gaze to look around, peeking at them from time to time, and understood what Qiao Nian was worried about.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and it was rare to return to the way we used to get along with each other. He leaned on the back of the wheelchair and said with a smile, "If you are worried about me, why don't you come back to the illegal area? Don't stay in Beijing."

Jian Jin said before that his brain was not working well, and she was right.

The veins on Qiao Nian's forehead twitched, he withdrew his hand, and complained expressionlessly: "I think you are doing well, so I don't need to worry."

A trace of unspeakable affection flashed in Lu Zhi's eyes, and he hadn't had time to say it.

The girl had already suppressed the worry in her eyes, took her things and patted him on the shoulder lightly, saying hello: "Let's go."

Lu Zhi only felt the shirt on the left shoulder sag slightly, and with a very light touch, the fleeting touch left him.

He had wanted to turn back.

But it's not so convenient for him to move around in a wheelchair, he can only watch the girl's back drifting away from the corner of his eye...

Lu Zhi kept watching until the girl disappeared from the street, then turned his gaze away and listened to the driver's voice on the headset.

"Mr. Lu? Are you still there, Mr. Lu?"

He returned to his usual gentleness and coldness: "Come and pick me up right away."

The driver finally heard his voice after calling for a long time, and dared not neglect: "Yes, I'll be right over."

Lu Zhi raised his hand to cut off the voice in the headset, picked up his mobile phone with his slender and fair hand, and found out the contact phone that Tianchen had buried in Beijing, and ordered.

"Go and help Jane adjust the monitoring."

Jian Jin doesn't come to Beijing often, and is not in charge of the business in country Z. She is not familiar with the place here, and it is not so easy to call out the intersection monitoring.

It was precisely with this in mind that Lu Zhi did not hesitate to use Tian Chen's hidden forces in the capital, and the consequences of doing so were obvious.

Ye Wangchuan has never been a simple character.

The nails he had painstakingly buried in the Ninth Institute were quickly pulled out, and the remaining undiscovered hands were simply because they had never been used. Once there was any movement, Ye Fanchuan would be able to detect these people immediately.

Then his arrangements for the past few years will be useless.

Lu Zhi didn't intend to use these people at first, but this time the person behind the scenes managed to annoy him. If he let him go, how can he convince the public in the future?

**

At the same time that Lu Zhi asked someone to adjust the surveillance at the intersection, Qin Si had already found a relationship to get the surveillance video of the four intersections near Haibin Road from Bo Zheng.