Chapter 217

"Keep an eye on him and report everything to me."

Nanjue's voice fell and did not speak for a long time. Only the humorous voice of the host of the Spring Festival Gala came from it.

Ruan Xiaomian knows that nanjue has finished calling.

She opened the door and saw that nanjue was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, fiddling with his mobile phone. She looked very serious.

He is so elegant even to cross his legs so casually. Sure enough, the aristocratic origin is not the same.

Ruan Xiaomian looked at nanjue and stopped in front of him. "Who did you say was in the golden triangle? Is it Nan Xun? "

"It's none of your business." Nanjue looked at the mobile phone and said that the screen of his mobile phone showed a contract.

When he came back this morning, he went to the company in the morning. Now he is still working on his mobile phone. He should be very busy.

Yes, he didn't work very much in millcreek town after leaving her for such a long time. The company must have left a lot of things to deal with, so he was so busy even during the new year.

Today, she also added to the confusion and lost her wedding ring.

"Then it must be Nan Xun. What did he do in the golden triangle? That place... "

Everyone knows where the golden triangle is.

The specialty of that place is the drug lord. Didn't Nan Xun go to the Caribbean? How can it appear in the golden triangle?

Is he going to be a drug lord?

Nanxun is a person who looks gentle and harmless at ordinary times, but this kind of person may be the most extreme.

They are really like brothers. They are not harmless guys. She was cheated by Nanxun's appearance, even Nanxi.

"Ruan Xiaomian." Nanjue finally looked up at her with a strong warning in his eyes.

Ruan Xiaomian shut his mouth immediately.

No, she said.

Anyway, even if she knew what Nanxun could do in the golden triangle, she couldn't do anything.

Now that the South Lord knows the whereabouts of Lord Nan, he will never sit idly by.

With this thought, Ruan Xiaomian is relieved.

"Then I'll go back and help the master."

"Come back." Nanjue said when Ruan Xiaomian turned around, "accompany me."

Ruan Xiaomian's feet stagnated and turned to look at him.

His eyes are still locked on his mobile phone screen, the evil spirit between his eyebrows is no longer there, and his serious appearance is just handsome.

Ruan Xiaomian's eyes become soft, shining in the bright light.

She sat down next to nanjue and looked at his mobile phone screen. She couldn't understand many legal terms on it.

But she didn't ask, and didn't disturb his work, so that he could finish quickly and rest earlier in the evening.

Today, in order to get rid of the jet lag, she has been sticking to it until now. Nanjue still has to work. It must be harder.

"Coffee."

Hearing nanjue's voice, Ruan Xiaomian was stunned for a moment, then picked up the coffee cup on the tea table and handed it to the lips of nanjue.

The cup tilted slightly. Nanjue took a sip and continued to look at the contract.

Ruan Xiaomian put down his coffee cup and yawned. His eyes left nanjue's serious face and landed on the TV screen in front of him.

He has already begun to perform skits, and language programs have always been Ruan Xiaomian's favorite.

"The contract is OK. You will fly to Dubai tomorrow, and inform the European side that if you want to continue to cooperate with S.K., you should give up another two percentage points, otherwise I will exclude them from the new development projects."

Nanjue's overbearing voice sounded with no doubt.

Ruan Xiaomian's heart suddenly came up with three words: Capitalist.

The sound on the TV continues. Ruan Xiaomian looks at nanjue from the side of his head. Does he feel disturbed?

She wanted to ask him, but he hung up and dialed another number.

He's really busy.

Ruan Xiaomian watched him quietly for a while, then took the remote control on the tea table behind him and aimed at the TV.

She wanted to turn off the TV and let Nan Jue concentrate on her work. The next second, the remote control in her hand disappeared.

Nanjue took the remote control from her hand and put it back on the coffee table. She looked at Ruan Xiaomian, but she said to the person on the phone, "since the meeting, I have read the plan. As for the feasibility, I need to compare it with several big data..."

Ruan Xiaomian's cherry lips gently raised, a faint smile, continue to watch TV.

Nanjue was very considerate and gentle.

He was afraid that she would be bored, so he didn't let her turn off the TV. When the man didn't lose his temper, he really loved her.

……

It's half past eleven.

At the beginning of the new year's Eve dinner, rich dishes were put on the table one by one.

Ruan Xiaomian did not help with the dishes, but took the mobile phone to the front yard.The light from the red lantern reflects on Ruan Xiaomian's face, which makes her delicate face crimson.

Ruan Xiaomian looked at the tightly closed door of the hall, took a deep breath of air conditioning, hesitated for a moment, and finally adjusted the phone book and dialed the number.

The phone was quickly connected, and Duan Zhenghong's excited voice came from inside, "Xiao Mian?"

Ruan Xiaomian glanced at the door of the hall again, afraid that nanjue would suddenly appear.

She had a guilty feeling, although she did nothing, just called her own father.

"Xiaomian, you are willing to contact me at last. Listen to me. I had no other way to deal with the last time..."

"I don't want to hear your explanation. I'm not calling to hear your explanation Where are you now? "

Ruan Xiaomian has been worried that Mo Lan's people will attack Duan Zhenghong, but now it seems that her worry is unnecessary.

Going out these days, she didn't hear any news, and now Duan Zhenghong's voice sounds no different.

She had a sense of relaxation.

Oh!

She will still worry about him. Ruan Xiaomian thinks that she is not competitive.

Obviously, she has given up on him completely, but she still can't help worrying about him.

"I am..." After a meal, Duan Zhenghong said, "I'm at home, Xiao Mian. Today is new year's Eve. Dad wishes you a happy new year."

Happy new year.

These four words from his mouth, really let people feel very alienated.

Ruan Xiaomian's heart and mouth pressed heavy things, breathing some difficulties.

Outside, her nose was cold and red.

The white spirit of speaking lingered in front of my eyes.

Ruan Xiaomian's butterfly like eyelashes flickered a few times, slowly lowered his eyes, answered faintly, and said for a while, "you are also No, I'm fine

"Xiao Mian..." Duan Zhenghong's ears have been busy.

He hung up and left his cell phone on the coffee table.

"What did she say?" Jia Yurong asked.

"I didn't say anything. I was almost killed by nanjue. She left me and eloped with him. Now she called me and didn't even mention it. In her heart, my biological father is not as important as her man."

The more Duan Zhenghong said, the more angry he was, the more he frowned. He could kill flies.

Jia Yurong snorted, "nanjue is so rich, can she fight against nanjue for you? Husband, you just give up on her. In this world, besides my daughter and I, who will treat you sincerely? "

Duan Zhenghong breathed heavily, bit his teeth, and looked at Jia Yurong, who was dressed in sexy clothes. His face finally softened a little, "what about Xinxin?"

Jia Yurong said with a smile, "Xinxin is with Yi Che now. Yi Che is really good and has money. If Xinxin can be with him, will the money we owe in the bank soon be settled?"

Hearing the speech, Duan Zhenghong's look suddenly became displeased.

"What do you mean? Even if Duan Zhenghong is selling iron through the pot, he can't sell his daughter to pay back the money. With the sinister look on Jiang Yiche's face, how can you trust him with confidence? "

Jia Yurong stopped and nodded, "yes, Xinxin is still a child, but then again, it's a good thing that Jiang Yiche likes Ruan Xiaomian. At least we are safe now, but I don't understand. What's the danger if we go out?"

Duan Zhenghong shook his head and his voice was low. "Let's have a look first. Jiang Yiche must have something to tell me, but he will say it sooner or later. Anyway, he likes Ruan Xiaomian and will never do anything to us. He expects me to say more good things in front of Ruan Xiaomian."

……

Ruan Xiaomian took his mobile phone back to promise, and a huge table was already full.

This is a revolving table bought by Du Chengyun for the new year's Eve dinner.

Ruan Xiaomian closed the door with cold shoulder, and came forward with a smile, "master, fortunately you are practicing martial arts. Otherwise, you will not be tired of shoulder periarthritis to make such a big table dish."

"Scapulohumeral periarthritis? What's the relationship between cooking and scapulohumeral periarthritis? " Nanxi opened the chair in front of him and pressed Zhong Yi's shoulder to let him sit.

"Isn't it tiring to shake the spoon? You don't know if you don't cook. " Ruan Xiaomian said, turning to the sofa, looking for a while, found a red bag out, and returned to the table.

"Well, Lai Mao, Nan Jue, Zhong Yi, you two have to drink more with me tonight." Du Chengyun smiles kindly and takes over the bottle that Ruan Xiaomian handed him.

Ruan Xiaomian put the bottle bag and box aside. "If you like, you have to drink less. Lai Mao is good, but don't be greedy."

"I know that you have said this several times, but nanjue's gift is good. I'll make an exception this time. This time, I'll make an exception. I'll have a good time. I'll have a good time. Don't make the golden cup empty to the moon."Du Chengyun raised the wine bottle in his hand and looked at it carefully under the light. The more he looked, the more beautiful he was.

It seems that there are tens of millions of wine. He can tell from the brand and the year. He remembered seeing laimao wine on TV in 1935. He was shocked by the price at that time.

However, the more you drink, the sweeter the wine your son-in-law has nothing to do with the price.

Ruan Xiaomian giggled at Du Chengyun's words, "sure enough, this poem is for drunkards."

"Eat, eat, master. I haven't eaten all day and I'm waiting for the new year's Eve dinner. I'll give you more face." Nanxi excitedly took the chopsticks, and the smell of dishes in the room made her look very active.

"Let's go, Zhong Yi. Don't be polite. I'll wipe out all these tonight, especially the big bone soup, which I've been cooking since nine o'clock in the morning. It's delicious. Zhong Yi, you must drink more bowls."

Du Chengyun was finally willing to put down his wine bottle and filled Zhong with a bowl of soup. Then he put another bowl in front of nanjue.

"Xiaomian, give Nanxi the soup. Drink the soup first."

Ruan Xiaomian felt the difference again.

However, this kind of differential treatment made her feel very kind.

Du Chengyun is her godfather, but he treats her like his own daughter. But what about her own father?

Ruan Xiaomian's eyes suddenly become sour and have an impulse to shed tears.

But today is the new year's Eve, happy day, really not suitable for tears.

She doesn't like to be a crying ghost.

Taking a deep breath, Ruan Xiaomian stopped her tears and took the bowl beside Nanxi. "I know. I can't forget Nanxi. I don't know who your daughter is."