Dear president, love first

This painter is the most unartistic one Yan Zhui has ever seen. He looks more like a rogue, a hooligan. He knew Yan Zhui's identity.

With a gloomy face, Yan Zhui gave the painter a cold look, but he didn't speak. He leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest, and ignored him.A man's intuition is also sensitive, Yan Zhui can feel that the painter is not friendly, especially the sarcasm just now, which made Yan Zhui feel a little bit painful... No one knows how much Yan Zhui hates the title "Second Young Master".From the first day he entered Yan's house, this title was a constant reminder that he was an illegitimate child, and above him was the towering mountain of Yan Jiyun.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhui's heart suddenly trembled... For these days, he accompanied Shen Yunzi to play outside, to relax, and left his mother in the Yan family mansion, letting her face the loneliness alone, face Yan Yan... How sad should she feel when her family despised and excluded her?Even he, a big man, feels oppressed in the Yan family, and his mother has never been respected by the Yan family. Without him to rely on, she will live in a miserable life.How could he put his mother in such a situation, he should be by his mother's side, no matter how the future develops, at least the mother still has him.

go home, go home!This thought became extremely urgent in Yan Zhui's heart.After figuring out some things, the pain of breaking up with love lessened a bit.Shen Yunzi is just a dream, a beautiful longing, since he has worked hard, is willing to let go of his identity and future and choose to elope with Shen Yunzi but has not won her heart, no matter what he does, it will be useless, the love that cannot be forced, he can suffer , but not get lost.He once thought that Shen Yunzi refused to accept him because she still loved Yan Jiyun. He tried his best to get Shui Han and Yan Jiyun involved again and again, and finally she moved into Yan Jiyun's house, and everything that happened later was for him. In the end, Yan Jiyun and Shui Han got married, but he was wrong, and Shen Yunzi did not move on because of this, and she still couldn't let Yan Jiyun go.

It was only after time passed that he realized that he was wrong and harmed the innocent Shui Han.Yan Zhui blamed himself in his heart, and only hoped that it was not too late for him to wake up, and that after returning home, he could see that the relationship between Shui Han and Yan Jiyun had improved...

Before the Spring Festival, Yanyue Group ushered in a major project - the six-star hotel will be officially put into operation.

Celebrating the first day of opening, the ribbon-cutting ceremony was extraordinarily grand, comparable to walking a red carpet at a film festival.All the leaders and celebrities from all walks of life came here. The completion of the six-star hotel represents that Yanyue Group's position in this industry is more stable and unstoppable.There are less than ten six-star hotels in the country, and Yanyue Group is one of them. This is not only the honor of the company, but also the pride and symbol of the entire city.Standing on the seashore, it is majestic and majestic, like a golden giant dominating all living beings. It has complete supporting facilities, and there are several real estates developed by Yanyue Group near it, which seems to form a miniature city around it.Accommodation, sightseeing, shopping, leisure... it's all here.

The Yanyue Group's successes and milestones every time are showing the world how strong and domineering this thriving family is.From selling oral liquids to becoming a giant in the real estate and hotel industries, Yanyue Group has made great achievements. In the eyes of people's admiration and envy, it has never failed. In other words, it itself is a A miracle, a legend.

The opening ceremony was broadcast live by the TV station, and countless people could see the demeanor of the young president of Yanyue Group.He stood among a row of ribbon-cutting people, but he was the most dazzling one, with a boundless scenery and high spirits. At this moment, he should really be proud. His contribution to the successful completion and opening of this six-star hotel is immeasurable of.It was another glorious moment in his life...

However, Shui Han can only see all of this through the TV screen.

Sitting in front of the TV, there was a smile on her clear and tender face, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.Touching her swollen belly, Shuihan murmured to herself: "Baby, your father is on TV again...he is still so good-looking, he and us are like people from two worlds, he is in the clouds, we are in the ground... ..."

Bitterness, spinning on the apex of the heart, when she was happy for Yan Jiyun, Shui Han felt more pain in her heart.His career and his life seem to have nothing to do with her. Is he really her husband?Why does it feel so far away...waiting and waiting, imagining that one day I can regain his warmth, but when will I wait?Wait until her nostalgia is exhausted?

Almost everyone thinks that Yan Jiyun is proud of himself, but if you look closely, you can find that his smile is just formulaic, not reaching the eyes, not from the heart.When he was proud of his life, amidst the applause and compliments, his mood was out of place, just because, without that person to share with him, all this became dull.

Standing among thousands of people, my heart is like a wilderness.

It was another silent winter night, the top floor of a certain building was still lit, Yan Jiyun was busy all day but still tossed and turned, sitting in front of the window, looking at the dark sky outside the glass window, thinking of someone far away .

In which corner of the world are she and Yan Zhui?She deleted QQ and Weibo, and no longer used her original mobile phone number. He had no news of her. This time, she broke it off completely.

He casually picked up the file bag on the table, which was sent by Hong Zhan earlier.

This is a B-ultrasound picture, which clearly shows the image of a fetus.

Yan Jiyun's hands trembled involuntarily... This is the baby in Shui Han's stomach. According to the doctor, on the day of the birth checkup, the baby moved and kicked Shui Han's stomach.

This man is torturing himself, obviously thinking about it, but he still wants to ask the doctor quietly, without letting Shuihan know.

The cold and hard facial lines gradually softened. Yan Jiyun gently stroked the cheek of the fetus on the B-ultrasound picture with his fingers, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously. Like him or like Shui Han?Is it a boy or a girl?

It has been several months, and it is actually possible to check the sex of the fetus, but Yan Hongzhang and Yan Jiyun don't want to do it.Wait until the moment the child is born to know, isn't it also a kind of respect for life?It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman, it will be the treasure of the Yan family.

Knock, knock, knock—there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Yan Jiyun responded lightly, and put down the b-ultrasound chart in his hand.

Hong Shizhixian said eagerly: "Eldest Young Master...Second Young Master...he's back and has already gone to the mansion."

Yan Zhui is back?

Yan Jiyun's cold pupils shrank sharply, and their ruthlessness immediately appeared. "Yan Zhui, you still know how to come back, that's great!"

the next day.

Today is the day for the Yan family to worship their ancestors, and everyone got up early in the morning to prepare for departure.Everyone is dressed very cleanly, and the women's makeup is also very light.Ancestor worship is not limited to Yan Hongzhang's lineage, his younger brother Yan Hongrui, his children, and grandsons are also listed, plus some other relatives, there are a total of nearly thirty people, and this is excluding some family members studying and working abroad , if all add up, there will be more people.

Yan Hongzhang was dressed in black, solemn and solemn, but as soon as he got into the car and saw Shui Han, his face softened a lot. This girl is really well-behaved, she didn't spoil her because of her pregnancy, and she came to the mansion early.

"Shuihan, is it cold?"

"not cold."

"It will take an hour's drive from here to the ancestral hall. If you feel uncomfortable in a while, you must tell me right away." Yan Hongzhang ordered nervously.

Shui Han's heart warmed, and she nodded: "Well, thank you, Grandpa."

"Silly boy, you're still so polite to grandpa..."

"..."

In Yan Hongzhang's exclusive car, only Shui Han was in the same car as him, and the rest were in other cars. There were nine cars in total, and they drove to the countryside.

A family like the Yan family has a very traditional aspect. It has been passed down from generation to generation but still abides by the customs of the ancestors. There is an ancestral hall in which the ancestors of the Yan family are enshrined.It can be said that this is a kind of spiritual imprint, which can make people never forget their origin, give people a sense of family honor, and is conducive to the establishment of cohesion.

Like Yan Jiyun, he has participated in the ancestor worship ceremony since he was three years old. Over the years, the concept that has been deeply rooted in his mind is the honor of the family.Others, like him, have been indoctrinated since they were young, and went deep into their bones.

Yan Jiyun also came to worship the ancestors today, but he didn't rush to the Yan family mansion to set off with the large army, he went to the ancestral hall by himself, as long as he was in time before the ceremony started.

The Yan family worshiped the ancestors, and the whole family was mobilized. This is the focus of attention of reporters every year.In order not to be disturbed, the Yan family would inevitably add more bodyguards, guard the area around the ancestral hall, and not allow strangers to enter or leave.

This is the countryside, the birthplace of the ancestors of the Yan family.Fortunately, it is in this city, otherwise it would be more troublesome to go out to worship the ancestors.

The air in the countryside is exceptionally fresh. Although the chill is strong, Shuihan is fully armed, with thermal clothes and down jackets, hats, scarves and gloves, all on her body, and she will not feel uncomfortable even after getting off the car and walking for about ten minutes to reach the ancestral hall .

The midwinter is bleak, the trees are withered, and the greenness of the countryside is a little less, but it also makes the ancestral hall look more solemn.A simple and unpretentious courtyard house, quiet and peaceful.There is a mourning couplet engraved at the gate, and there are two rows of pine trees when you enter the gate. In the middle room, there are tablets of the deceased ancestors, including of course the tablets of Yan Jiyun's parents.

Worshiping ancestors is Yan Jiyun's pain, and it is also Yan Zhui's pain.What hurts Yan Jiyun is that his mother left too early, and what hurts Yan Zhui is that, because of his mother's identity, he has never been able to participate in an ancestor worship. In the future, his mother will not have a memorial tablet here after her death.

A group of people entered the ancestral hall one by one. Yan Jiyun had already arrived and was coming out of the side hall. He saw the green figure beside Yan Hongzhang at a glance...it was Shui Han.

She was wearing a light green down jacket and a fluffy hat on her head, making this juicy little girl even more tender and lovely, like an elf in winter snow.With just one glance, it seems like a glance back thousands of years ago, Yan Jiyun seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat missing... It also needs motivation, thank you! 】