The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

After Wang Zichen returned to N City, he got off the plane, and when he got into the car back to the city, he began to search for Lan Xinhui.

"What's going on in the capital?" Wang Zichen asked An Ji who came to pick him up.

"Not long after your plane took off, uncle found out your whereabouts." An Ji reported truthfully.

Wang Zichen knew that the uncle he was talking about was his father Wang Cheng, he frowned and said, "That's not what I asked, did you find out where they sent Lan Xinhui?"

An Ji shook his head: "No."

"Continue to investigate." Wang Zichen said: "They have a lot of people, and it is easy to arrange a person to go abroad."

"It seems impossible to go abroad." An Ji said: "We checked, and Lan Xinhui didn't apply for a visa to go to any country."

"She was also sent abroad last time, right?" Wang Zichen asked, "Did you apply for a visa at that time?"

"No..." An Ji thought of a question: "It's because she didn't apply for a visa in her name."

"So, don't just look up the visa issued in Lan Xinhui's name..." Wang Zichen said, "I woke up on the day and all the exit information after that."

There are so many people leaving the country every day, and it is not easy to check the information of those who have left the country for so many days.

But An Ji nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

After Wang Zichen woke up, he got his own mobile phone. He had dialed Lan Xinhui's number countless times, and checked her WeChat countless times.But never received any words related to Lan Xinhui, not even a single punctuation mark.

At this moment, he took out his mobile phone again and started calling Lan Xinhui.

However, the notification sound he heard countless times came from the phone: "Sorry, the user you dialed has turned off..."

Wang Zichen hung up the phone, opened WeChat to check if there was any message from Lan Xinhui, but there was none.He opened QQ, and then his mailbox, but he didn't receive any message from Lan Xinhui.

An Ji saw that he frowned deeply, his originally pale face turned gray now.

He couldn't help but suggested to Wang Zichen: "Why don't you talk to your uncle and see if you can persuade them to bring Lan Xinhui back?"

"What's the use of talking to them?" Wang Zichen said wearily, "If they really wanted to, they would have reunited our husband and wife long ago."

"Our people said that Uncle and the others seem to be looking for someone..." An Ji glanced at Wang Zichen and said cautiously, "Is it possible that Uncle and the others don't know Lan Xinhui's whereabouts?"

As soon as he said this, the mobile phone in Wang Zichen's hand fell to the ground with a "click".

"Impossible!" Wang Zichen heard his voice tremble, and he frowned worriedly: If Lan Xinhui is in the hands of her family, at least she is safe and should have no worries about food and clothing.

However, if she is not under their control, she may encounter many difficulties and may even encounter danger.

"It's possible." An Ji told him: "Some time ago, my uncle and the others sent her to New York in the United States. Not long after arriving in New York, she escaped...she escaped to New Haven, Connecticut."

Wang Zichen frowned again, because he felt sorry for Lan Xinhui's experience: a penniless woman was living in a foreign country, and he couldn't even imagine the hardships and sufferings involved!

An Ji didn't notice Wang Zichen's distressed look, and he continued to narrate: "It is said that she hitchhiked an old white lady and left New York for Connecticut... Later, she made some money by cooking for some college students. Qian...she met Hao Shuai at Y University..."

"Hao Shuai contacted me... contacted Ou Zi, and we brought them back... I heard that they also performed a play together to force you to wake up..."

While talking, An Ji suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he slapped his thigh excitedly: "Yes! Hao Shuai! Hao Shuai may know the whereabouts of Lan Xinhui... sister-in-law!"