After resigning, I was pestered by my ex-boss crying bitterly

Chapter 146

The white-haired woman was relentless, holding Lan Xingruo's hand but not letting go.

"You are An An, you are my An An."

Lan Xingruo looked at the white-haired woman and felt that she might have some mental problems, so he looked around but found no one.

"Auntie, where's your family?"

The white-haired woman smiled brightly at Lan Xingruo, "An'an, my An'an..."

Seeing that the white-haired woman didn't answer her own question, if Lan Xing found a milk tea shop behind her, she said, "Auntie, can we sit in the milk tea shop for a while?"

"An'an wants milk tea?"

Lan Xingruo smiled awkwardly, "Yes, I want to drink milk tea, let's sit in the shop, shall we?"

"Okay, okay, Mommy will buy you milk tea."

Lan Xingruo led the white-haired woman directly into the milk tea shop, found a seat by the window and sat down, thinking that if someone came looking for her later, she would be able to see them at a glance through the window.

"Auntie, what flavor do you want to drink?"

"What flavor does An An like?"

"I want red bean milk tea, auntie, how about you?"

"I'm the same as An'an." The white-haired woman stared at Lan Xingruo intently.

Lan Xingruo ordered two cups of red bean milk tea, and the white-haired woman just looked at her like that, making Lan Xingruo look weird.

"Auntie, do you have a phone number?"

Lan Xingruo thought in her heart that if she had a mental problem, her family would definitely leave some mark on her, such as her phone number or home address.

The white-haired woman reached out and held Lan Xingruo's hand, "An'an, you go home with Mommy."

"Okay, then tell me, where is home?"

"My home is in Austria, and I have to fly."

If Lan Xing's newly ignited hope is suddenly shattered, it is impossible to really take her to Aocheng, right?

When the milk tea was served, Lan Xingruo ordered a small dessert for the white-haired woman, "Auntie, eat first."

"An'an eat." The white-haired woman scooped up a mouthful with a spoon and handed it to Lan Xingruo's mouth.

If Lan Xing only felt warm in her heart, no one had ever fed her in this life.

When I was a child, I envied Lan Hao very much. He could eat by himself, but when he acted like a baby, his mother would feed him right away, or when he was sick, he had to be fed every time.

She opened her mouth and ate the dessert that the woman handed over.

White-haired woman dancing with joy.

Lan Xingruo stood up and wanted to check if there was any address or phone number written on the white-haired woman.

She rummaged through the woman, but the white-haired woman didn't mind, she just kept staring at her.

"It's there!" The two men pointed to the window, rushed in quickly, and pressed Lan Xingruo on the table.

"Dare to touch our wife! You don't want to die!"

Because these two people broke in very suddenly, and because they were Lian Jiazi, Lan Xingruo was subdued in an instant.

But the white-haired woman yelled, "Let go! Let go of my An'an!"

Angrily, she grabbed a man's arm and bit down.

The man screamed in pain, but dared not fight back.

"Don't touch my An'an!"

Another man hurriedly comforted the white-haired woman, "Ma'am, she is a bad person."

"I didn't! I met her on the street!" Lan Xingruo's arm was in pain, knowing that the more he struggled, the more it hurt, so he simply gave up resisting.

"Let her go! Let her go!" The white-haired woman screamed, as if she was crazy, and punched, kicked, and even bit one of the men.

Seeing that their wife was completely out of control, they hurriedly let go of Lan Xingruo, and the white-haired woman hugged Lan Xingruo.

"An'an, my An'an."

The two men looked at each other, and one of them immediately took out a needle secretly.

"What are you going to do?"

Before Lan Xingruo could stop him, the needle had already hit the white-haired woman's shoulder. She looked up at Lan Xingruo, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

It can be seen that she is trying to open her eyes to see Lan Xingruo.

But under the effect of the medicine, her eyes closed.

A man picked her up, and another man held Lan Xingruo, "Come with us."

"I just met her by chance. She may have identified the wrong person. I have no malice towards her."

From the skills of these two bodyguards, it can be seen that these are professional bodyguards that only rich people can afford.

"If there is any malice, explain to our husband! Let's go!" The two men were not polite to her.

If Lan Xing had no choice but to leave with them.

Zhang Fei hid aside, seeing all this in his eyes.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save Lan Xingruo, but he saw the skills of those two at a glance. He couldn't beat them alone, and the car the other party drove just now made him afraid to get close.

He immediately took a photo of the car and sent it to Sheng Jingyi.

Lan Xingruo went to a single-family villa with those two people, because Sheng Jingyi had many real estate properties, so Lan Xingruo knew a little about real estate.

This detached villa area is populated by prominent people.

Although the location is not the best in the city center, the villas in this place are more quiet than others. Because of the small density, the entire community has only a dozen buildings. It is worth imagining how expensive it is to buy a single-family villa with a quiet environment in the downtown area. Know.

But if Lan Xing was not very worried, after all, he had no ill intentions towards the white-haired woman, and even wanted to help her, if he explained clearly, he should be fine.

The white-haired woman was taken to nowhere by the bodyguards, and Lan Xingruo was taken in and arranged in a study.

"Wait here, don't move!"

This is a very quaint study room. The overall decoration style is Chinese style. The black walnut-colored wooden bookshelves and tables are matched with off-white curtains. It looks simple, simple and atmospheric.

If Lan Xing thinks that the master must be a well-educated person, he will not make things difficult for him without reason.

She walked to the bookshelf and looked at the books carefully. There were more books here than in Sheng Jingyi's study.

There is a group photo on the desk.

If Lan Xing didn't dare to touch the owner's things, he just looked at them carefully.

This photo shows two people, a man and a woman.

If Lan Xingruo's guess is correct, this woman should look like the white-haired woman when she was young. She smiled happily, her eyes narrowed, and she was so beautiful.

That man is also handsome and suave, Yushu Linfeng, probably like this.

But judging from his face, he looks like a mixed race.

The two are really a perfect match.

The door opened all of a sudden, startling Lan Xingruo.

She hurriedly stood upright.

A man walked in.

It looks like the man in the photo.

It's just that it's much older than the photo, but its temperament is far from the photo.

For some reason, Lan Xingruo always felt that the man's eyes were somewhat melancholy and indifferent.

The man looked at Lan Xingruo, and was a little frightened!