Chapter 127: Luo's Clan

After a pause, Zhou Cishen said again: "Find out where Ruan Xingwan went, send someone to secretly protect her, don't let her find out." ”

"Okay, got it."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Lin Nan walked in: "Mr. Zhou." ”

Zhou Cishen put away the phone: "What's the matter?" ”

Lin Nandao: "The old man has been contacting various directors recently, and he wants to let the Ji family settle in the board of directors. ”

Now is the moment to seize power, and Zhou Cishen's departure at this time undoubtedly gives them an excellent opportunity.

Zhou Cishen said lightly: "Has anyone agreed?" ”

"At present, it has been determined that three directors are on the side of the old man, and the rest may be waiting and seeing. Mr. Zhou, are we going back? ”

A week later, Nguyen Xingwan settled down completely.

This is a small city, far less prosperous than the southern city, the lights are bright, but it is precisely because it has not been urbanized, it still retains a unique flavor of small bridges and flowing water, and the neighbors are also very cared for, which is very suitable for living.

When she called Pei Shanshan, the latter was very surprised and didn't understand why she left suddenly.

As early as after the divorce, Ruan Xingwan has always wanted to live in a place where no one knows her, but she has been delayed by various things, if it weren't for this time, Zhou Cishen gave her a reason to escape, she might not have made up her mind.

It's nice here, the air is good, the sun is good, and everyone is warm and kind.

She also communicated with Lins, and if she had any problems at work, she would contact her on the phone, but fortunately, she basically only used the design now, and just sent the electronic file directly.

It's just that Ruan Xingwan doesn't know how long this leisure and quiet can last, and she also knows very well in her heart that it is easy for Zhou Cishen to find her.

He didn't kill her, maybe the last trace of kindness in his heart awakened his conscience.

Every afternoon, Ruan Xingwan likes to go to the benches by the river to sit and wait for the last rays of the sunset to set, and then walk back slowly.

Her landlord is an old lady with a strange temper, who looks like she is only forty or fifty years old, but she always dresses like she is seventy or eighty, speaks coldly, does not like to laugh, and is not keen on square dancing, which is the favorite activity of middle-aged and elderly people, and reads a financial newspaper every day.

Although Ruan Xingwan was a little curious, she never asked, the landlord lived on the first floor, and she lived on the second floor, so it could almost be said that they didn't bother each other.

After going back, Ruan Xingwan shouted into the house: "Aunt Xu, I bought a bouquet of flowers, is there a vase to hold?" ”

A lukewarm female voice came from the house: "Look for yourself in the yard." ”

In the small courtyard, there were many miscellaneous small bottles and jars, Ruan Xingwan found one that was just enough to put the flowers down, and after watering it, Xu Yue walked out with a tray: "Your rice is inside, go get it yourself." ”

Ruan Xingwan smiled: "Thank you." ”

Although it was said that they would not interfere with each other when they signed the contract at that time, Aunt Xu would make her share every day when she cooked.

Sitting at the dining table, Ruan Xingwan licked her lips and praised sincerely: "Aunt Xu, the food you cook is so delicious." ”

Xu Yue glanced at her: "You are the first person to say that my cooking is delicious." ”

"Huh? But I really think it's delicious? Ruan Xingwan took a sip of fish soup, "If anyone says that the food you cook is not delicious, I will be the first to disagree." ”

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