Yan Yuting became the second crazy playboy in the Beijing circle after Yan Yuxiang. All of Yan Yuxiang's former younger brothers were recruited by him. All the evidence of Yan Yuxiang's evil deeds were also delivered to Yan Yuting by these younger brothers.
Yan Xiang... should be called Xu Xiang.
Xu Xiang was bullied by Yan Ruting and his men all day long, but he still dared to sue Yan Ruting because Yan Ruting had evidence of his crimes and could send him to jail at any time. He had been in jail once and never wanted to go back again.
That's where people stay.
"Brother Jiu, this knife is really wrong. It seems that Yan Yuting is really a filial son. He dares to do anything for his mother." Nie Ziyang sat on the sofa in the president's office of Meng Yan Group, drinking tea and laughing.
It's better to drink some wine now than to cherish working time.
Yan Mojiu turned his pen, his expression indifferent, "He hates the Xu family to the core, only because of his mother."
"What's that?" Nie Ziyang was stunned.
Yan Mojiu didn't say anything. At this time, Feng Yilin pushed the door open and walked in.
"Brother Jiu, the wine is ready." Feng Yilin walked to the desk with a bottle of wine. "Second sister-in-law's friend said that this wine is called Sober. After a drunk person drinks three cups of wine, he will slowly become drunk, but his mind will be sober. It's just that his behavior and language will be out of control, and he will act more in accordance with his brain's instincts."
Nie Ziyang touched his chin. Did Ninth Brother get addicted to drinking last time? Did he specially ask the fourth brother to ask his wife to mix another bottle? You might be thinking about your sister-in-law, right?
Yan Mojiu looked at the bottle of beautiful wine for a long time, as if he had not made up his mind, "Three days later."
"Okay." Feng Yilin felt inexplicably heavy.
Nie Ziyang was called away by the department manager to discuss a project. Feng Yilin watched the door close, walked to Yan Mojiu and whispered, "Brother Jiu, what do you want to know from Yan Yuting?"
Yan Mojiu handed Feng Yilin a cigarette and then lit one for himself.
"I also asked Brother Jiu to quit smoking for my sister-in-law." Feng Yilin smoked with him, but he was keenly aware that Brother Jiu had been in trouble recently, so he would pick up cigarettes again after not smoking for a long time.
"You still remember the scene in the Lincheng box, right?" Yan Mojiu took a puff, put the ash in the ashtray, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
Feng Yilin's heart tightened slightly, "Remember."
It had only been a few months, how could he not remember it? At that time, he felt that the eldest lady was like possessed by evil spirits. Her attitude suddenly changed drastically, and she clung to Ninth Brother to death, even though she had looked like she was ready to die and hated him so much that she broke off all ties with him.
"What kind of grievance made Mingxuan cry like that, and what kind of experience made her so obedient, so obedient that she has no sense of security." Yan Mojiu closed his eyes, "You are more sensitive than the second and third brothers. Tell me why, after arriving in Kyoto, I almost held her in my hands and loved her, but she never became spoiled and willful again. She said that I was her first love and she liked me a long time ago. If she had been attracted to me early on, what was the reason that pushed her to Yin Ting at that time? She even tried her best to escape from me, and even broke up with me reluctantly. Why is this?"
Feng Yilin was silent.
He also said that his sister-in-law was possessed by evil spirits and he was afraid that his ninth brother would beat him.
"Yan Yuting said he had a dream. You can listen to it when the time comes." Yan Mojiu opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yilin. "I tend to get confused when it comes to Mingxuan's affairs. I need a sober military advisor."
Feng Yilin didn't know why it hurt like a knife, but he still nodded: "Okay, I'll accompany Brother Jiu to listen when the time comes."
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Meng Mingyou brought two assistants to meet a big client in a restaurant. Her status and that of her sister were enough to make the other party respect her. The meeting was very pleasant and the result satisfied both parties, so the contract was finalized.
After the dinner, the assistant sent the client away. Meng Mingyou got up to go to the bathroom and unexpectedly saw Ye Yukan walk in in white casual clothes.
"Sister, you haven't gone for treatment for a few days, and you didn't answer my calls." Ye Yukan's voice was very soft, and his eyes lit up when he saw her, which was very touching.
Meng Mingyou changed his hand and carried the bag. "My memory has been restored, so I will naturally be cured."
She believed he knew.
He just didn't get through to her on the phone, so he followed her here. He didn't dare to cause trouble at Mengyan Group, after all, their identities were revealed.
"Sister, tell me now that you have recovered your memory, do you remember all the good memories we had before?" Ye Yukan walked forward, but stopped abruptly when she met Meng Mingyou's disgusted eyes.
Sister, did you remember? Why do you look at him like that?
"I did remember it, but I think it was worth it." Meng Mingyou looked at him. "When I was waiting for you to get married at the age of 22, you suddenly played a trick of death. I have been thinking that you were faking your death. I asked Xiaojiu to help me check it out, but all the clues pointed to your death. Now that I think about it, the Ye family is really so strong that we found out that everything in Lincheng was a lie, which made me completely give up my last fantasy."
"Yes, sister, I knew that grandpa would do this, and I left you a clue..."
"I'm already married, don't bother me anymore." Meng Mingyou interrupted him and turned away.
Ye Yukan knew she was serious, and said reluctantly: "He is a cripple, how can he make you happy, his wife and life..."
Meng Mingyou stopped and looked at Ye Yukan coldly, "Are you good enough?"
Ye Yukan suddenly half-knelt in front of her, looked up at her, and gently tugged at her sleeve with his slender fingers, "Sister, I'm definitely better than him."
Meng Mingyou stretched out his hand, slowly lifted Ye Yukan's chin, and looked at his beautiful and clean face.
In the corridor on the second floor of the restaurant, Qin Changan's slender, pale fingers grasped the railing tightly, his organs seemed to be cut open alive, and blood was dripping.
He continued to watch this scene masochistically.
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