"Mr. Yi, you and I are both smart people, and we definitely know why I came to you." An Rou said directly.
What he got in return was a cold snort from Mr. Yi. He crossed his hands and placed them on the table: "Oh? Miss An Rou, if I remember correctly, it has been a long time since we last met, right?"
Indeed, the two of them haven't seen each other since Zhang Yun caused trouble last time.
"Mr. Yi has a really good memory." An Rou couldn't help but comment.
“Bang bang bang” There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mr. Yi put down the cup in his hand: “Come in.”
The assistant left and came over to push Zhang Yun over. When An Rou saw Zhang Yun being pushed over, her face showed surprise and she was stunned. She didn't expect to meet Zhang Yun here.
"This... isn't this Director Zhang's daughter?" An Rou was naturally a little uneasy.
After all, something like this happened to Zhang Yun.
Mr. Yi had long been accustomed to Zhang Yun's appearance in this way. He waved in the direction of his assistant, indicating that Zhang Yun should sit over.
"Ms. An Rou has a really good memory."
How could An Rou possibly forget the woman in front of her? She forced a smile and asked tentatively, "I remember this lady was Director Zhang's favorite. How come she's here with Mr. Yi, and in a wheelchair?"
Mr. Yi put his hand on his chin to hide his inner thoughts at the moment: "Miss, this is our private matter after all, so it is better not to explain it in front of you."
Since Mr. Yi didn't say anything, An Rou naturally wouldn't force him to do anything. She nodded slightly: "Okay."
"Mr. Yi, I think you are a very reliable person. Why don't we discuss some more cooperation?" An Rou gave the conditions.
Mr. Yi was very pleased with her performance and extended his hand: "Then why don't you tell me what you think, Miss An Rou?"
Watching the dishes being served on the table one by one, An Rou actually felt a little uneasy in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of Zhang Yun.
Mr. Yi noticed all of this and thought that An Rou felt that Zhang Yun was unwilling to say some things here.
He smiled faintly: "Miss An Rou, don't worry, you can rest assured about today's conversation."
Zhang Yun is just a fool now. No matter what they say, Zhang Yun can't listen.
"I want to eat vegetables!" Zhang Yun, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly pointed at the food in front of her and shouted.
Zhang Yun's nanny was following behind the assistant. When she heard it, she hurried forward, as if she was coaxing a child.
"Yunyun, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you when I get home, okay?"
This is Mr. Yi's business dinner, so it's better not to disturb him.
But Zhang Yun acted like a child and pounded the table with her hand, her face full of anger: "No, I want to eat!"
The nanny was a little embarrassed for a moment and looked at Mr. Yi.
Mr. Yi didn't say anything. He was not the host of the meal, and if Mr. Yi suddenly spoiled Zhang Yun, he would feel embarrassed.
An Rou picked up the dish Zhang Yun had just pointed at and placed it on her plate. She said gently, "What else do you want to eat? I'll add more for you."
A childlike look appeared on Zhang Yun's face, and she was very happy.
This also made An Rou feel much happier.
He did all this just to test whether Zhang Yun had really become stupid or was just pretending to be stupid.
But seeing that Zhang Yun's expression didn't change at all when she looked at her, she felt relieved, but she also knew that this was not the final result.
"What happened to her? I thought she was fine when I saw her a few days ago." An Rou still wanted Mr. Yi to give her some information.
Mr. Yi shook his head: "Ms. An Rou, don't forget, what is our serious business today?"
In his words, Mr. Yi was warning An Rou not to interfere in matters that were not her business.
Seeing this, An Rou nodded and agreed with Mr. Yi's statement: "Mr. Yi, I think we don't need to confront each other like this. It would be better if we could turn enemies into friends."
"Ms. An Rou, how do you want to turn your enemy into a friend?" Mr. Yi asked back.
The museum staff on the second floor have been in a state of conflict these days because the treasures were handed over to the country some time ago.
In addition, Mr. Yi also reported the museum, which caused a lot of public opinion about the museum on the Internet.
An Rou also thought about it for a long time in the office before coming up with this idea.
"As long as you withdraw your report against the museum, I can help you with what you want." An Rou threw out the bait.
Obviously, Mr. Yi paused in his movements.
That’s right, he was indeed somewhat persuaded now.
The strength of museums cannot be underestimated. It has to be said that many people are eyeing this big piece of meat.
I didn't expect that An Rou would take the initiative to talk to me about this cooperation.
"Miss An Rou has good taste." He praised.
This sentence is true. He feels that An Rou is not such a simple person.
The fact that I could think of him at this point also showed that they were both in the same boat.
"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation." Mr. Yi promised her.
An Rou nodded slightly, pursed her lips, raised her glass, and prepared to clink glasses with Mr. Yi: "Then I wish us a happy cooperation, Mr. Yi!"
But when the two of them clinked their glasses, An Rou's hand suddenly shook, and all the wine in the glass spilled onto her clothes. She panicked for a moment.
An Rou's face was full of nervousness. She quickly stood up and walked to Mr. Yi's side. She took a few tissues and rubbed them on Mr. Yi's clothes.
"I'm so sorry, my hands were shaking just now. Are you okay?" An Rou asked in a light tone.
Mr. Yi blocked An Rou's way with his hand and shook his head: "Don't worry Miss An Rou, I'm fine."
An Rou finally breathed a sigh of relief and threw the tissue she had just used into the trash can.
When he went back, he glanced in the direction of Zhang Yun, but the expression on Zhang Yun's face was so dull, as if he hadn't noticed what had just happened.
An Rou suddenly started to feel troubled in her heart. Could it be that she was really overthinking?
"Miss An Rou?" Mr. Yi looked at An Rou standing there motionless, so he reminded her softly.
An Rou tucked the hair behind her ear and said, "Then let's continue discussing our cooperation, Mr. Yi."
She sat on the chair.
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