Ten minutes later, Ye Hao took Wu Xiaohu out of the gate of the courtyard. At the same time, Wu Xiaohu stepped on the accelerator under his feet, and the car rushed towards a big hotel outside Yanjing as fast as possible.
While moving forward, Ye Hao also made several calls, and soon, news came from Gongzihai.
"Mr. Ye, the Sheraton Hotel in the suburbs of Yanjing is indeed owned by the Americans."
"Also, this hotel is considered a place of extraterritorial legal power. Those who enter and exit this place are either powerful or wealthy businessmen."
"You may have the impression that the shareholders of the hotel are American soup family!"
"After something happened in Lingnan, this family was silent for a while, and then extended their hands to Daxia again."
"Sheraton Hotel is the bridgehead of the American Soup family."
"Your sister-in-law Zheng Xiaoxuan has a certain relationship with the Tang family."
"This time, the American Tang family, through your former mother-in-law, Tang Ling, invited Zheng Xiaoxuan to attend the Asia-Pacific talent show ceremony they held was just an excuse."
"The real reason should be that the Tang family in the United States wants to control Zheng Xiaoxuan through marriage, and then control the ninth branch of the Zhen family in the Demon City..."
"So, your sister-in-law Zheng Xiaoxuan's situation is quite dangerous at this moment."
Ye Hao sighed and couldn't help but rub his forehead.
He was a little confused about how the people from the Tang family in the United States suddenly appeared and even attacked Zheng Xiaoxuan.
This seems a bit unreasonable.
However, although he smelled the scent of conspiracy, Ye Hao didn't say anything, but urged Wu Xiaohu to speed up.
After all, Zheng Xiaoxuan is her sister-in-law.
At this moment, in the top floor of the Sheraton Hotel in Yanjing, in the air, the lantern restaurant was brightly lit and the atmosphere was anxious.
Dozens of girls with graceful figures and beautiful faces walked around the stage like a talent show.
But in the stands below, Zheng Xiaoxuan looked at this scene with a bit ugly expression.
Because she found that those girls who came to participate in the draft like her did not participate in the draft in the traditional sense.
Instead, he was chosen by a wealthy businessman and a second generation, and then he threw himself into the man's arms with a shy look on his face.
This scene made Zheng Xiaoxuan feel extremely disgusting and extremely uncomfortable.
And opposite Zheng Xiaoxuan is a mixed-race man wearing Givenchy Gogh's order.
The man had a big back and his hair was combed meticulously. At this moment, he shook the red wine glass in his hand and looked at Zheng Xiaoxuan in front of him with a smile.
Although the man with a big back has a handsome face and a tough figure, no matter how he looks at it, he always has a feminine atmosphere, which is obviously a transitional and indulgent person.
Behind him, there were five or six tall Westerners. Their eyes were full of splendor and their temples were bulging high. They looked like they were not ordinary people!
"Sister Xiaoxuan, have you considered it clearly?"
A man with a big back swayed his red wine glass.
"Are you going to go up and participate in this talent show?"
"I'm going to return the money that your mother took to me."
"Before your mother sent you, she took a billion from me."
"For our tiny blood connection, I have saved you."
"If you don't give me face, then I'm sorry, you have to stand on top like those girls and let others choose..."