第二百二十五章他还没死,是他回来了?(1/5)

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“嘟……嘟……”
                                                                                                                                                                手机的听筒里,是一阵频率相同,单一乏味的忙音。
                                                                                                                                                                握着手机的莫飞烟被这一连串的忙音震得耳朵疼,稍微把手机从耳旁挪开了一些,几声之后,电话终于打通,对方接通了电话:“是谁?”
                                                                                                                                                                清透的声音,泛着一分生人进的冰凉。
                                                                                                                                                                “盛元,是我。”
                                                                                                                                                                莫飞烟和以往一样,说出来的话语干脆,吐出的声音清冽,清冽的声音有又不乏平和的音调。
                                                                                                                                                                “飞烟,是你啊!怎么想起给我打电话了?是不是有事找我?是什么事,只要你吩咐一声,我马上过去!”
                                                                                                                                                                听到莫飞烟的声音,电话里的声音立即像是吹起来的气球,兴奋的膨胀起来。
                                                                                                                                                                “我找你是有点事……”
                                                                                                                                                                可是,不同于盛元的激动,莫飞烟的话语一顿,平淡的语调忽然往下阴沉几分,问道,“盛元,劫持人质的事,是不是你派人做的?”
                                                                                                                                                                
                                    

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