Chapter 532 (1/2)

Wenbo villa in western suburb,

Wen Siyuan has been home for a few days, and the wound on his face is very good, but he never mentioned the equity issue.

At lunch time, Zhou Lan had already prepared the table. Wenbo came down from upstairs, dressed in a suit and shoes, and looked like he was going out to talk business,

”I have a lunch at noon. I won't eat at home.”

Wen Siyuan sat on the sofa and asked,

”Why so suddenly?”

”Not all of a sudden, it's still a matter of acquisition. Su Nianhua is very busy at ordinary times. He also acts for others, so it's harmless for me to cooperate with him a little bit in time.”

If Su Nianhua is in a hurry to talk business with him, Wenbo will not be so happy.

He was quite satisfied with the previous price talks, and all aspects of the conditions were quite good, so he was in a good mood these two days. Even Hong Rizhang of Rongfa media made a few phone calls, but he refused to answer them.

If Huanyu is sold to an outsider who has nothing to do with Lanjiang City, he can still get the year-end bonus, which is better than selling it to Hong Rizhang.

Watching Wen Bo go out, the sound of the car engine disappears from the yard. Wen Siyuan closes the newspaper and stares thoughtfully at the direction of the study on the second floor.

Wenbo's chapters are usually kept in the study.

”After dinner, Siyuan.”

Zhou Lan's voice made Wen Siyuan come back.

At this moment, Zhou Lan is wearing a beige dress with long hair on her head and a few wisps of hair hanging loosely around her ears, which brings out a bit of languid temperament, but it is more and more charming.

All of a sudden, Wen Siyuan had a feeling that his heart was like an ape.

At dinner, Yu Guang from the corner of Zhou Lan's eye glanced at the servant,

”You all go down first and clean up after dinner.”

She and Wen Siyuan are left in the restaurant.

Zhou Lan served a bowl of soup to Wen Siyuan,

”Siyuan, this soup is boiled with big bones. Add dangshen to improve Qi. You're just hurt. Drink more.”

Wen Siyuan took Tang's hand and slid from the edge of the bowl to a slender wrist. If there was something, he touched it on her wrist, took it back and took the soup,

”It smells good.”

Zhou Lan clenched his fingers, only felt the sensation of electric shock all over his body.

After dinner, Zhou Lan's heart was absent. Wen Siyuan finished his meal as if nothing had happened. Then he stood up and gave Zhou Lan a thought-provoking look,

”I'll go upstairs first.”