"Ranran, I have something to tell you, can you have dinner together at noon?"

Mo Zixuan had just said that he had no purpose and immediately asked her to have lunch together. Such behavior was really shameful. In particular, the woman he had made an appointment was his sister-in-law.

Although Wen Ran was his girlfriend, she is Mo Xiuchen's wife now.

When Mo Zixuan chose the MS Group, Mo Xiuchen had already helped him and gave the company to him. He didn't even sit in the chair of his president, and he coveted other people's wife again.

Of course Wen Ran would not agree, and her voice was even indifferent: "Sorry, I don't have time at noon."

"That night, Ranran, I really talk to you about something important."

Mo Zixuan asked, "I was so persistent that she would not give up until she made an appointment.

"I'm not free at night, Mo Zixuan, I have nothing to talk to you. If you really have something to say, just say it on the phone."

Wen Ran said a little annoyed. She leaned into the chair. She didn't sleep well last night, and she was not in a good mood today.

Mo Zixuan sighed on the other end of the phone and said gently: "Okay, Ranran, I know some about Fu Jingyi's whereabouts."

Wen Ran's eyes changed when he heard this, and he leaned against the chair and sat up straight. Just as he was about to listen to him attentively, Mo Zixuan suddenly stopped.

I won’t say anything later.

Wen Ran frowned slightly, and a layer of displeasure appeared on her clear face. Mo Zixuan deliberately tried to make her feel happy. He was sure that she wanted to know Fu Jingyi's whereabouts, so would she ask him?

She tightened the strength of her phone, her lips pursed gently, without asking.

Silence suddenly spread from the phone.

She didn't ask, Mo Zixuan could not say anything. When he waited for about two minutes and didn't wait for Wen Ran's voice, he felt a little anxious again, "Ranran, I'm not lying to you, I really know the whereabouts of Fu Jingyi. I have no other intentions and will not use this news to threaten you and me or anything like that. I just want to have a meal with you. If you want to hear it, come to Yipinxuan at 7 o'clock in the evening. I just want to tell you one person."

After saying that, Mo Zixuan hung up the phone.

**

At 5:30 pm, Qingfeng and Qingyang appeared at the pharmaceutical factory on time and took Wen Ran home.

When she got home and had supper, she went upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa in the master bedroom, Wen Ran frowned and pondered. The alarm clock she set up was about to ring at 7:30.

Wen Ran picked up his cell phone, turned off the alarm clock ringtone, and dialed a number.

A few seconds later, Qin Mu's voice came from City A and penetrated into her ears in a low and warm manner: "Wenran, is there anything wrong?"

Wen Ran pursed his lips and asked softly: "Qin Mu, you must also know that Qin Ming's beauty salon has something to do with Fu Jingyi, right?"

Qin Mu on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and quickly replied: "Well, I'm investigating this matter."

He seemed to be very noisy and didn't know where he was. When Wen Ran heard him say this, he immediately asked again: "Is there any news now? Do you know where Fu Jingyi is?"

"I don't know yet."

Qin Mu always spoke concisely, but Wen Ran's heart sank when he heard his answer. She pursed her lips and said, "If there is any news from you, tell me immediately."

"good!"

During the call, there was a brief silence, and Qin Mu's voice came again: "Wen Ran, is there anything else?"

"Xiuchen went to City C yesterday. Qin Mu. If your affairs are handled, go to City C to help Xiuchen. He is alone, I'm afraid he will work too hard."

Wen Ran said a little stiffly, but she didn't dare to say too much. She still said it after hesitating for a long time.

"good!"

Qin Mu agreed readily without hesitation.

**

When Wen Ran arrived at the second floor of Yipinxuan, it was already 8:30.

After talking on the phone with Qin Mu, she hesitated for a long time, but decided to listen to what Mo Zixuan said.

Qingfeng and Qingyang sent her to Yipinxuan, but she didn't let them follow her, but just asked them to wait for her.

Mo Zixuan was sitting there at the window on the second floor. He was wearing a white shirt. The dazzling crystal light reflected his distinct facial lines, making him look very handsome. When he turned to see Wen Ran, the melancholy between his eyebrows was instantly replaced by a surprise, and a smile of joy appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This picture has happened in my memory.

Wen Ran's eyes flashed and his steps slowly walked towards him.

Mo Zixuan quickly stood up, stood tall and handsomely at the table, looking at her with a burning look: "Ranran, you are here."

His unconcealed joy made Wen Ran a little depressed. Compared to his joy, her performance seemed cold and indifferent, or a little ruthless.

She remembered that there was once when he asked her for dinner. She came late and he was overjoyed. He was not impatient with waiting. Instead, he enthusiastically pulled her a chair and let her sit down.

"Ranran, I've ordered the dishes and I'm waiting for you to come." Mo Zixuan sat down and finished happily. He raised his hand and waved to the waiter not far away.

Wen Ran frowned and said lightly: "I have eaten. Order whatever you want, don't worry about me."

He was just a little stunned, and soon his smile climbed up his eyebrows: "Ranran, it's okay, you can eat less later."

The waiter served the dishes quickly, but Wen Ran didn't mean to move the chopsticks. She stroked the glass cup with one hand and played with it unconsciously. Her eyes looked calm as water: "Mo Zixuan, I came for the news of Fu Jingyi. If you are willing to tell me, I will thank you very much. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Although she wanted to know where Fu Jingyi is now, she would definitely not agree to Mo Zixuan's excessive requests because of this. They already had some clues, and she believed that Fu Jingyi would be able to find it out.

Mo Zixuan looked at her with a focused look. Under the gentle and cold eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned bitter. He picked up chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish slices and put them in the plate in front of her, and said softly: "Ranran, I won't ask you for anything, it's just that I'm too lonely to eat alone every day. I miss the wonderful time I was with you before, and I want to relive the warmth and happiness of eating with you again."

Wen Ran pursed her lips lightly and said nothing.

"Ranran, try this fish fillet."

Mo Zixuan talked to herself alone, and then picked up other dishes for her.

She really likes the dishes he ordered tonight, after all, she has been together for several months. She has known each other for several years, and he knows her preferences.

"Ranran, are you afraid that I will poison you in the food?"
Chapter completed!