Billionaire's One Night Stand by RA

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.

the man called Sam hasn't come yet? It's not him, is

She took the car key and got into her car, which was worth 100,000 Dollar. Then she drove away from the newspaper. After

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

the number. "It's so

mention it. It's a

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

sunshine, she saw a familiar

one parked on the opposite side of

were

owner of the car came here. She would not be followed

stared at her in a

"I'll call you later. Thank you.

"Yes, I'm fine."

returning to the car,

my friend just now that this foreign

from Country. Are you now standing in the reporter station in Italy... Ah, have you been transferred to America? It's all right. I

a deep breath, and raised her

would almost be two lines of wide noodles flowing

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

looking at this side from the black

Miss Zoya doing sitting there?"

disdainfully, "What else can it be except being in a

"Dumbly in a daze?"

are bored like to do boring things,"

of time." Ragib said

"Why don't Young Master send Miss

just asked the guards to buy in the Starbucks. He took a sip and said, "See, didn't the Sam want to know where she often goes and what kind of hobby

him. "Maybe after this day, we'll

would think that she had been poisoned and said that it was a

It seems that I have to think of a way to let her

did not speak and looked outside while drinking

shirt and black pants outlined her beautiful figure. She took off her high heels and sat on the grass. Her

to go to the city and be able to do things for

eyes had been staring at the woman for more than three seconds, Ragib quickly

An hour later.

on the table

she would be absent-minded for a while,

stay in the past, but she

approached dusk, there were more people in the park. Many nearby children and office workers took a walk here. Someone put on the riverside. In autumn, it

looked at the couple who were playing and listened

was a quiet and peaceful time. No one would quarrel with you if there was no one

"Beep!"

the car

hand touched the doorknob, he noticed the black Land Rover from

"Damn, aren't you