After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

After the restaurant was cleaned up, a group of three took their seats.

The atmosphere on the table was harmonious, but the always keen Mu Ming still smelled a different breath.

Although the old man of the Yan family is in poor health, he always maintains his own views on the operation mode of the Yan family, and these views are different from Yan Mo's original intention. When the three people talk, the old man always dictates, and Yan Mo always keeps silent rationally.

And he pretended to respect the elderly and echoed from time to time.

Towards the end of the dinner, Mu Ming got up and went to the bathroom. Before going out, he exchanged meaningful eyes with the man opposite.

At this time, the domestic servant came in with a mobile phone, "young master, telephone."

Yan Mo frowns slightly when he hears the speech, pushes away the chair under him and gets up. After receiving the mobile phone, he raises his hand and goes to the direction of the study.

A moment later, Mu Ming came out of the bathroom, stood in the living room and nodded goodbye to the old man, "Mr. Yan, thank you for the reception tonight. I'll go first if I have something else to do. Please tell Mr. Yan."

The old man who heard the voice was helped out of the restaurant by the housekeeper next to him. After standing still, he turned his head and told him something. The housekeeper nodded and walked to Mu Ming. "Our master asked our friends to bring back some cans of good coffee from abroad. Mu always waited a moment and I'll get it."

"It's not necessary..."

Mu Ming raised his hand and interrupted. Before he could refuse again, the old man had stretched out his hand to stop him with a smile, "OK, OK, let him go. If you don't let him go, I have to send someone to deliver it in two days."

After hearing this, the old housekeeper went out of the living room one after another. Seeing that it was so hard to say anything, Mu Ming turned his head and smiled at the old man, "then I can only say thank you."

The two looked at each other a few meters away. Mu Ming's eyes were long and narrow, waiting calmly, and there was always some imperceptible exploration and doubt in the old man's gentle smile.

After a long time, I heard the walking stick tap twice on the floor. Master Yan picked up the corner of his lips and pointed to the direction of the next stairs. "Mu always doesn't mind helping me this old bone to the upstairs room?"

The man raised his eyebrows slightly. After reacting, he smiled gently and stepped out, "of course I don't mind."

Said that hand has held the old man's arm.

They walked up the steps slowly. From their backs, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Of course, both of them knew that things were not as calm as they seemed.

Sure enough, after stepping on the last floor of stairs, the old man suddenly stopped, gasped a little, and said to himself, "I'm really old. I can't refuse."

After a pause, he took another look at Mu Ming. When he continued to go to the room, the smile on his face gradually converged. "Since you come up, come with me. I have something I want to show you."

Mu Ming stopped in place and looked at the old man's trembling figure. A touch of sinister breath flashed through his eyes.

He seemed to have noticed the purpose of the other party to lead him upstairs.

Sure enough, he followed him into the room. The old man rummaged in front of the bookcase and finally turned out an old photo album.

"Just at the dinner table, the more I look at you, the more familiar I feel. Look at this man, do you recognize him?"

On the last page of the album, there is a photo of Mu Shan when she was young. Mr. Yan pointed to the woman in the photo and quietly observed the expression changes on the man's face.

Mu Ming's smile at the corners of his mouth was obviously stiff, and his pupils trembled and became silent.

Seeing the clue, the old man suddenly smiled twice and closed the album, "she was a partner before me. Among female entrepreneurs, she is rarely willing to bear hardships and have a mind, but she has died for several years..."

Then he sighed deeply, "what a pity. She and I are good friends."

"Friends?" The man who had been silent had already clenched his fist. When he heard that the green tendons on his forehead burst uncontrollably, he smiled lightly and responded with a vicious look, "in the eyes of Mr. Yan, is a friend used to frame and betray?"

He weighed in his heart for a moment and finally chose to break the relationship.

Seeing this, the old man's eyes obviously trembled, but he soon calmed down. Proud of his keen insight, he laughed contemptuously and said, "are you mu Shan's son?"

"Yes."

This time, he answered very quickly and frankly.

The old man's eyes were bright and deep, and he looked at him up and down with deep meaning, "you said I framed and betrayed her? It seems that you misunderstood me... "

After a pause, he converged his eyes and threw the album aside with a half threatening tone, "so you have no purpose to intervene in our Yan Family's project. I'll give you three days to withdraw your team. I'd rather let the project fail than allow people with ulterior motives like you to intervene in our Yan Family's affairs. "

It seems that everything is under the control of his old man. For the time being, he doesn't pay attention to the man in his early twenties. In his heart, he is more dissatisfied with his son.

He thought that he would always bring one disaster or another to the Yan family. If he were not still young, the Yan family would change his name in less than a year.

For one thing, he obviously underestimated the man in front of him.

After hearing these words, Mu Ming smiled and put his hands in his pockets and approached step by step. "What makes Mr. Yan conclude that I have ulterior motives and feel guilty about something I did that year? I don't think you're afraid of anything else. You're afraid that I'll make public what you did in those years. At that time, I don't have to move an extra finger... "

Master Yan felt the pressure coming down from his head, clubbed his walking stick and stepped back. Finally, he leaned against the bookcase behind him and barely stood firm. He scolded: "you're nonsense. What did I do?"

"What did you do?" He looked at the old man's barely maintained calm, smiled very lightly, and then took the USB flash disk out of his pocket and pestled it in front of the other party. "The old man cooperated with judge Lu earlier. I don't know if he can recognize that the label on the USB flash disk is his?"

Old man Yan opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes still couldn't be covered up.

When Mu Ming saw this, he converged his eyes with satisfaction. As he continued, he allowed the light at the bottom of his eyes to become vicious and fierce. "At the beginning, my mother has collected all the evidence that you withheld the project materials in order to make huge profits, regardless of dissuasion. As long as the evidence is presented in court, the person who will eventually go to jail will not be her."

After a pause, seeing the faint light from the bottom of the man's eyes, he reluctantly adjusted his breathing and scolded: "it's you, you threatened her! Let her go to jail for you and let her die for you. "

When he spoke, his body approached the old man uncontrollably because there was nowhere to vent his long suppressed resentment, and one finger almost pointed directly to the other person's eyelids.

With a bang, the old man loosened his walking stick and supported his hands behind him, shaking the old bookcase.

"Do you have evidence?" The old man's pale lips opened. "Do you think you can threaten me like this?"

The man held the bookcase with one hand and raised his eyebrows disdainfully. "You can't believe it. Originally, I wanted to play with you again. Since you can't wait, I'll help you."

Then he leaned back and tried to leave.

The old man panicked at this time. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve. The bottom of his eyes was scarlet. "This is Yan's house. Hand in the U disk."

"I heard that your old man had a stroke two years ago and his body is still recovering. Don't think it's as easy to solve as it was in those years." The man lowered his eyes, stared at the pale hand at the sleeve, hooked his lips and smiled, "I'm not my mother, and you're not the Yan Yuanqiao of that year."

With that, the sleeve was gently pulled, and the old man's body shook.

After breaking free, he raised his feet towards the exit of the room, but he was caught off guard. He heard a "crash" behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that the old man had fallen under a pile of books.

The bookcase shook and seemed to fall down at any time. The man looked at all this calmly and silently with deep eyes. His fist hung on his side clenched and didn't go forward to help him.

But in the end, the cabinet stood still.

With a cold face, he stared at the old man who fell on the ground and twitched all over, and turned away.