Lan Yuchi asked with expectation on his face, "Are you sure she is really the woman in the photo?"
The woman nodded affirmatively, "Well, such a beautiful oriental woman, how can she really admit her mistakes? And she has helped me so much, there is no way I can admit her mistakes."
Lan Yuchi's thoughts seemed to have left his mind, and his whole body was frozen there, with a glimmer of joy in his eyes.
He felt like there were thousands of words he wanted to say, but it felt like there was a big stone stuck in his throat, making him completely lose his voice.
I just feel that the surprise in my heart is rolling like a hundred-foot wave, trying to break through my chest.
The joy of regaining something is beyond words in any language in the world.
Mu Si is indeed still there!
No wonder he never found her body. It turned out that she was really alive!
But now that all the clues have been cut off, where should he go to find her?
Finding an Oriental woman in this arrondissement of Paris is not an easy task.
He thought seriously for a while and returned to the hotel.
Early the next morning, he went to the Chinese Embassy in Paris, hoping to find out information about Mu Si.
Through various channels, I finally learned Mu Si’s residential address.
He hurriedly found the address on the document, and a white couple opened the door.
He immediately asked anxiously, "Excuse me, is there a woman named Rong Musi living here?"
The couple shook their heads and said, "No, we are the only ones who live here."
Lan Yuchi was a little surprised. The address registered in the information was obviously this address, but why was it wrong again?
He asked politely, "Then, did she ever live here before you guys?"
"Probably not. The person who sold the house to us was a Chinese gentleman."
"Then do you still have his phone number? Can you help me find it?" Lan Yuchi took out a stack of American francs from his bag with a very humble attitude, "This woman is my lover, I must find her."
Please help me with my whereabouts."
The couple quickly found the documents from when they bought the house and gave Lan Yuchi a phone number.
Lan Yuchi immediately dialed the phone and heard a slightly deep magnetic male voice, "Hello."
"Hello, Mr. Wen, do you think there is a Chinese woman named Rong Musi?"
The breath in the microphone was obviously stagnant, "Excuse me...who are you?"
"My name is Lan Yuchi, and I am Mu Si's boyfriend."
The man was silent for a moment and said calmly: "I don't know him."
"But she once lived in your house."
"That's not my house. I just helped others deal with it, so I don't know who has lived in the house."
Lan Yuchi chased after her, not wanting to miss the only opportunity. "Then can you help ask your friends for news about her?"