Yan Mojiu paused, "Okay, I'll do it myself."

"Wait!" Yan Zheng closed his eyes and compromised, "Don't mess around, I'll go and urge them."

If we let this bastard take action, there's no telling what kind of trouble he'll cause. If he's caught by the police, won't the old man and him have to clean up his mess?

"Then I'll wait for good news from Minister Yan."

"Xiaojiu."

"explain."

Yan Zheng looked at the empty villa living room for a long time before whispering: "After finishing this matter, you will not..."

"Don't ask, don't think about it." Yan Mojiu interrupted him, "After all, Minister Yan will know why I don't want to die."

After saying that, Yan Mojiu hung up the phone.

Yan Zheng held the phone, closed his eyes tiredly and leaned back on the sofa.

After all, Yan Bu will know why I don't want to.

When is this time?

Also, why don't you recognize him?

Yan Zheng smiled bitterly, picked up his phone and started calling.

In the office of Mengyan Group, Yan Mojiu put away his mobile phone and used the mouse to send an email to Feng Yilin.

"Yilin, while I take your sister-in-law on a honeymoon, you should prepare for the wedding according to the content of the email." Yan Mojiu looked at Feng Yilin, "The wedding date is set on New Year's Day."

wedding?

Feng Yilin stood up from the sofa at once, "Brother Jiu, don't worry, I will prepare everything according to your wishes."

It just so happens that she has another excuse to bring Bai Chan along and personally participate in planning her eldest daughter's wedding. Isn't she tempted?

"Yeah." Yan Mojiu naturally trusted Feng Yilin's ability to do things.

"Brother Jiu, aren't you and sister-in-law not planning to have a wedding? You've even returned the custom-made wedding dress." Nie Ziyang couldn't help but ask.

"Your sister-in-law doesn't like wedding dresses anymore." Yan Mojiu glanced at the number 9 on the diamond ring, his voice casual and gentle, "She likes wedding dresses now."

So his ninth brother and sister-in-law are going to have a Chinese-style wedding?

"This is great, I like wedding dresses!" Nie Ziyang clapped his hands excitedly.

"You can ask your wife to make a custom one for you. Anyway, you are the one wearing the wedding dress with the veil lifted." Yan Mojiu glanced at him.

“…”

That's not necessary.

He likes to see girls wearing wedding dresses, not to wear them himself.

"I heard from Xu Li that you were chasing Bai Chan." Yan Mojiu looked at Feng Yilin. He didn't care about these things, but Bai Chan was Ming Xuan's lover, so he couldn't let him bully Ming Xuan.

"Ninth brother, you don't know, his actions are in vain. Our family avoids him like they are the plague god." Nie Ziyang naturally knew about this at the company, and said with glee.

Feng Yilin had a blank expression on his face. "Brother Jiu, I think one month for the supervision in Lincheng is a little too short. Two months is just right."

“…”

Shut up. Shut up.

Nie Ziyang covered his mouth first.

Ninth brother doesn't know much about it recently. He is especially nice to old man. He and Tang Jun are almost spoiling him. It's better not to mess with old man.

"Brother Jiu, I didn't force her." Feng Yilin coughed lightly, "I was pursuing her very seriously."

Yan Mojiu raised his eyes slightly, "Zi Yang, you go out first."

“…”

fall!

And drove him away again.

Nie Ziyang didn't dare to really fall, so he walked out with his head hung.

It was said that he went to his sister-in-law to plead for mercy, but it was useless. A month in Lincheng was really too long.

The pain of missing Xiao Ziyang is like that of missing someone, he can't bear any pain at all.

So Nie Ziyang quickly went to look for his sister-in-law's whereabouts.

"Is it because of what Yan Shaoting said last time, or because you really like her?"

In the office, Yan Mojiu looked at Feng Yilin and asked.

Feng Yilin had asked himself this question before, so he slowly sorted out his mental state with his ninth brother, "I think I would feel distressed. When I look at her, I want to hug her and stand behind her so that others can no longer bully her. I guess that should be considered love."

"No one can bully her now." Yan Mojiu reminded.

Feng Yilin smiled, "She wouldn't trouble her eldest daughter for everything, otherwise she would have asked her eldest daughter to fire Song Jinyue for her when she was in Lincheng. Why would she wait until Song Jinyue bullied her before she fought back?"

She was trying so carefully to break free from the shackles of fate, seemingly timid but actually tenacious. He knew that she had someone to support her now, but that was far from enough.

She needed someone who could eliminate danger for her first and stand behind her to support her anytime and anywhere.

Instead of waiting for her to be in danger, then standing up for her.

This is the difference between her eldest daughter and him.

"You mean, the Bai family." Yan Mojiu understood.

"The word filial piety weighs heavily on her head, and she has to consider whether her presence in Mengyan Group will have a negative impact on her eldest daughter, so she will never take action against the Bai family in her life." Feng Yilin curled his lips, "But I can."

"Besides the Bai family, I'm afraid there's also Song Jinyue." Yan Mojiu's eyes deepened slightly, "You are not in a position to deal with Song Jinyue now, but if you are dating Bai Chan, then you are going to take action."

Feng Yilin paused, "Nothing can be hidden from Brother Nine."

"I believe you know your limits, but Bai Chan was brought up by Ming Xuan, and she's very well behaved and sensible. If you decide not to mind any troubles caused by her identity, I can say a few good words for you in front of Ming Xuan, and even create opportunities for you and Bai Chan."

Yan Mojiu tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "But if you are not ready, then don't mess with a self-reliant and strong girl."

"I don't care." Feng Yilin smiled, "I'm ready."

As soon as Feng Yilin finished saying this, his cell phone rang.

It's the assistant calling.

"Brother Jiu, I need to take a call."

Feng Yilin swiped to answer the call. The person on the other end spoke anxiously and his eyes instantly turned cold.

"Hold them steady, I'll be downstairs right away."

He hung up the phone and looked at his ninth brother: "Nineth brother, the Bai family has brought reporters here and are causing trouble in the lobby on the first floor."

"It's an opportunity that's delivered to your door." Yan Mojiu curled his lips slightly, "Go ahead."