The Bugatti sports car was galloping all the way, and occasionally stopped. A recorder was installed on the collar of Clara, and a name was quietly announced.

The two of them ran one by one, and there seemed to be no order. They couldn't see the search like a net. Fang Han felt the location of the statue and pointed it out one by one, and Clara wrote it down.

The two ran for a morning, found a high-end restaurant at noon, had a good meal, and then Fang Han returned to the manor to accompany Annie Cole.

In the evening, Clara appeared again, driving a Bugatti black sports car, dressed in a colorful manner, shining brightly and eye-catching manner.

The two of them were running around the streets of New York City again, and sports cars passed by everyone like a gust of wind, attracting their eyes, and naturally they could not hide the eyes of the reporters.

In the middle of the night that day, Fang Han drove back to the manor. Clara sat beside him with a look of sleepiness. The two of them finally wandered around New York City.

The ice breeze was blowing, Clara stretched her waist happily, sighed a long time, and finally it was over. She looked at Fang Han who was concentrating on driving and felt very conflicted.

Fang Han turned his head and looked at her quickly, then turned around and smiled, "Clara, do you fall in love with me when you look at me like this?"

Clara angrily said, "I think beautifully!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I have enough girlfriends now, don't fall in love with me!"

"Fang, you are a narcissist!" Clara snorted.

She looked sweet, Fang Han was relaxed in front of her and felt very friendly, as if she had known each other very early, and she spoke casually.

Fang Han laughed and said, "That's good, but there is one problem. You Cia do not have domestic law enforcement powers, so how can you catch these guys?"

He marked the positions of those statues, and it was easy to catch them as long as he followed the map. The key now is that Cia has no right to arrest people, and Cia's power is external rather than internal.

"Counter-terrorism bill." Clara said.

Fang Han raised his eyebrows, suddenly realized, and then smiled and said, "There are 120 people here. Do you want to arrest them all?... This is not a trivial matter, it has a great impact."

"It is easier to do things by having a big impact," Clara said.

Fang Han said: "Then I'm relieved. I wish you success!"

Clara knew that he would not come forward again, lest he would bring this matter to him. This was a great contribution, but it was also a great trouble. Who knew when the madmen of justice and order would take revenge on him!

"Don't worry, Fang. This matter is confidential. It won't be revealed." Clara took off her wavy blonde hair and smiled sweetly and charmingly.

Fang Han said: "I hope this is the case."

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Annie Cole got up and went downstairs, grind a cup of coffee, sat on the sofa and savored it slowly, and picked up the newspaper on the coffee table and glanced at it.

Her face suddenly sank. There was a colorful photo in the newspaper. Fang Han hugged Clara and sat in the sports car. He was full of energy. Clara had a sweet smile and the two looked very compatible.

She knew that the two were acting and were performing a secret mission, but when she saw this photo, she was still in a bad mood and had a ball of cotton stuck in her chest.

She took a deep breath and began to read the above carefully. She knew she shouldn't read it, but she couldn't help but stared at the words.

After a while, she put the newspaper aside, which was very annoying, saying that Fang Han had a new love and was no longer satisfied with Annie Cole and wanted new excitement.

Even though Annikoll knew that this was pure nonsense, she was still a little worried. Will it be criticized by the newspaper? Fang Han was tired of himself?

She felt that the coffee had no smell, and she put her arms on the arm of the sofa, her head with her hands, frowned and thoughtful. After thinking about it, she had no clue.

Fang Han went downstairs, but she was just in a state of confusion and didn't hear it.

Fang Han sat next to her, looked at the newspapers scattered on the coffee table, saw his own photos, and smiled and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Annie Cole woke up and shook his head quickly: "Nothing."

Fang Han smiled and picked up the newspaper and looked at it, shook his head and said, "I think these reporters shouldn't be journalists, they should write novels!"

Annie Cole glanced at him: "Clara is pretty, right?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "It's only a little worse than you."

Annie Cole couldn't help but feel happy and snorted: "You two have good acting skills, and you can't tell it's fake!"

Fang Han tilted his head and looked at her, and smiled and said, "Are you worried that we will do a real fake show?"

"No." Anne Cole shook his head.

Fang Han smiled and said, "She has a boyfriend, and I have you too, it's not reliable at all!... You also know the credibility of the news in the newspaper."

"As soon as I go out, there must be a reporter asking." Annikoll frowned.

Fang Han said: "Just put on a cold face and answer impatiently."

"That's even more misunderstood." Anne Cole said.

Fang Han said: "We two first create the illusion of breaking up, and play with the reporters."

"Then you are under too much pressure." Annikoll frowned.

Fang Han smiled and said, "It's okay, I ignore them."

"The people will be disappointed in you."

"I'm not a star, I don't need image endorsement."

"But……"

"Annie, listen to me!"

"...Okay." Annikoll nodded slightly, understanding that Fang Han's efforts were to protect himself and not to become a target of revenge.

"Then do we really want to break up?" Anne Cole said.

Fang Han thought for a while and nodded: "Break up, you go back to live, I will go to the villa in Beverly Hills. Let's be together secretly... it's very exciting, right?"

Annie Cole glanced at him: "What's exciting?"

Fang Han said: "It's hidden from the reporters and everyone, and it's sneaky, like underground love, not very exciting?"

Annie Cole shook his head: "I don't like it."

Fang Han smiled helplessly: "Annie, this is the best way!"

Anne Cole sighed: "I know!... Then when will we be together openly?"

She didn't want to be Fang Han's girlfriend openly, and she would be better off living with him and becoming his wife.

She was in love with others before, but she never thought about getting married. It was just a romantic experience and had no idea of ​​getting married. Marriage had a great impact on a female star.

But when I met Fang Han, I got in touch with him and lived with him. I felt indescribable comfort and peace of mind, and wanted to live with him all the time.

Fang Han thought for a while: "It'll be fine after a while."

"how long?"

“…It’s about half a year.”

"You are going back to China for half a year!" Annie Cole glared at him: "Don't you want to come back?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "My villa manor is here, why don't I come back?"

"Okay then." Anne Cole smiled.

She and Joanna drove out of the manor and were immediately blocked by reporters. They asked them all over the place if they had a romance, did Fang Han have a new love, and who was that woman?

These journalists are very powerful, but they cannot find out Clara's identity. They are becoming more and more curious and want to ask Annie Cole.

Annie Cole wore sunglasses, looked solemn, walked forward without saying a word, ignoring the reporter's questions, Joanna drove slowly.

The reporters did not give up and got into the car to chase him. They watched Anne Cole and Joanna arrive at the airport, board the plane and leave.
Chapter completed!