Although West Elm got an answer from Ni Xiuer, it still felt a little strange.

Ni Xiuer spoke to her as if he had something on his mind, and he would not be so indifferent to her usually.

Aunt Li brought the breakfast up, and Xiyu couldn't help asking: "Aunt Li, didn't your parents tell you where you're going today?"

Aunt Li shook her head and said, "I don't know, but when the wife and husband go out, they dress quite formally, a bit like they used to visit other people's homes during the Chinese New Year."

"Are you going to meet your friends? Is it for the sake of the group?"

West Elm looked slightly solemn, took a sip of the porridge, and then asked, "When did Ruan Peichen leave last night? Did he leave any message for me when he left?"

West Elm originally thought that Ruan Peichen would stay last night, because it was seen that he meant to stay when he sent her home.

But since she didn't see Ruan Peichen in the morning, she knew that he should have left last night.

Aunt Li thought for a while and said, "Mr. Ruan left after nine o'clock, and didn't say anything."

"Okay, I see, Aunt Li, go and do your work."

Xielm ate porridge, thought for a while and decided to go to Ruan Peichen to talk about the divorce today.

She will agree to sign the divorce agreement, but Ruan Peichen needs to promise not to announce the news that they have divorced for at least three months, so as to prevent the stock price of Yangxin Group from plummeting, and Yangxin Group will be in trouble directly.

West Elm didn't know what else Nie Shangdong and Cui Heyi wanted to talk to her about, but now that her parents were away, she could go out to find Ruan Peichen and go home in time.

So West Elm sent a message to Ruan Peichen, wanting to ask him to meet.

Before West Elm finished a bowl of porridge, Ruan Peichen texted her back and sent her an address directly, asking her to find him.

West Elm looked at the news on the phone, and twitched the corners of his mouth somewhat self-deprecatingly.

We've been married for more than three months, and whether she calls or texts Ruan Peichen, Ruan Peichen almost never replies to her immediately because he hates her.

This was the first time that Ruan Peichen responded to her message in seconds, but it was ridiculous that it was because she agreed to divorce.

"Miss West Elm, why are you hungry? Doesn't your face look good?"

Aunt Li came up with milk, and she couldn't help being curious when she saw Xiyu holding her phone in a daze.

West Elm put down the phone and smiled, and said, "It's okay, I'm going out for a while, and I'll be back soon. Did the driver take my parents out?"

"The driver is at home. Today is the car driven by Master Xiu Er. If you want to use the car, I will call the driver for you."

"Wait, forget it, I can go out by myself, no need for a driver."

West Elm realized later that the driver sent her to find Ruan Peichen. If her parents found out, she might think wildly, so she should go by herself.

The address on the phone is a high-end apartment in a prime location in the east of the city, and it should be where Ruan Peichen himself lives.

When West Elm went out, she couldn't help thinking, if she went to knock on the door, and it turned out that it was not Ruan Peichen but another woman who came out of the apartment, how embarrassing she would be.

She was afraid that she would not be able to control her emotions at that time, and it would be troublesome if the driver at home saw her.

*
At this time, the Ruan family's mansion, Nie Xiuer looked at the beautiful Ruan's mansion with the combination of Chinese and Western, full of Republican style, in a trance.

In his memory, there is nothing about the Ruan family, and he does not have the slightest impression of this mansion.

But unfortunately, he seems to be inextricably linked with this place.

"Shuer, ring the doorbell."

Cui Heyi patted Nei Xiuer's shoulder, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

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