Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

A middle-aged man in a suit got out of the car. He stood in front of the villa, adjusted his suit collar, and looked proudly at old lady Yan.

She was standing at the front, leaning on crutches and expressionless.

"Of course I won't let you down."

She said coldly, then nodded, and the assistant hurriedly came forward and rang the doorbell of the villa.

Unexpectedly, she thought it would take a little longer to let Yan Sihan open the door.

Unexpectedly, just press it and the door opens.

"Let's go." old lady Yan took a deep look at the open door and took the lead in.

The layout of the room is the same as before. The curtains under the French windows are wide open, and the whole living room is filled with sunshine.

Glancing around, I saw fruit plates and snacks on the tea table.

This is totally unlike Yan Sihan's style.

But Mrs. Yan doesn't have so much time to think about these now. She walks in front and stands still.

"Han er."

Old lady Yan looked at Yan Sihan, who was holding a wine glass and wearing pajamas. She was carefree and complacent. She was upset again.

He's good. He's at home!

Regardless of what the company has become!

She shouted Yan Sihan. He glanced at her with his eyelids slightly raised, but he didn't move at all, as if he took her and the following directors as air.

Mrs. Yan tightened her fingers holding the crutch, pressed down her anger, slightly turned to the shareholders behind her, and deliberately said, "I'm sorry, everyone. I didn't teach the descendants of the Yan family well!"

Her words sound like the fault of her parents... But when you think about it, isn't it all because Yan Sihan doesn't care about the overall situation?

Instead, she left all her responsibilities to Yan Sihan.

Director Li behind him listened and sneered, "old lady Yan, no wonder you."

His eyes looked vaguely at Yan Sihan, who tasted red wine on the sofa, and continued, "the company now needs someone to preside over the overall situation, but someone, as a member of the Yan family, refused to make a little effort."

It means more to blame Yan Sihan.

"That is to say, Yan Sihan, you are the last president of Shanda group. If something happens to this company, can you just watch and stand by? At least Shanda group is also your Yan Family Group!"

Another director looked. No matter what they said, Yan Sihan didn't say anything. He was worried immediately. He was a little aggressive, and his voice was even more stiff.

Almost half roaring, the strong voice of the middle-aged man echoed in the villa living room, and Yan Sihan frowned slightly.

What a noise.

The shaking red wine glass stopped, "bang" and was put on the tea table.

His eyes, deep as the sea, suddenly raised and looked straight at the talkative director.

At this glance, it was full of energy.

In an instant, he trembled, stopped, and even took a little step back.

"The last president..." Yan Sihan spoke slowly, and a cold voice sounded.

People can't guess what he means.

Yan Sihan paused and continued, "you know, I was the last president. Does the current president of the company care?"

A smile suddenly appeared on his indifferent face, with an indistinguishable meaning.

What he said is true.

But it is even more difficult to tell.

Isn't it because the current president is incompetent and always makes trouble for the company, that they want to come to the last president for help?

Everyone's heart is like a mirror, but they just can't mention it!

Director Li heard the speech and silently looked at old lady Yan in front of him.

Seeing that her face had not changed, she immediately answered, "Mr. Yan, you are also a smart man. We don't need to say more about some things. Do you manage or ignore this company?"

Although he said so, there was a momentum that even if Yan Sihan didn't care, they would force him to control it.

This forced gesture

Yan Sihan smiled back, "no matter."

The tone is equally strong.

There is no room for turning back.

He cut off director Li's words so forcefully that he choked in his throat and couldn't say a word.

"Directors, it seems that this is doomed. Let's... Go back. Just think that there is no such person in Yan Family!"

Listening to Yan Sihan's words, old lady Yan sighed heavily and turned back on crutches.

She said, but Yu Guang still paid attention to Yan Sihan's look and the reaction of the surrounding directors.

"How can this be? Just go back and wait for the company to close down?"

As soon as the impulsive director heard that Mrs. Yan seemed to be going to give up, he immediately jumped out again.

He was lucky enough to take a stake in the Yan family. After many years of popularity and spicy food, he mixed with the life of the aristocracy.

If the Yan family fell, he couldn't imagine what he would look like after falling from the cloud!

He spoke straight. When he mentioned the collapse of the company, the faces of several other directors also showed a trace of worry and panic.

Although Shanda group has a deep foundation, it can't stand the toss of Yan Xingyu's bastard!

Once such a large piece of cake is watched by competitors, bankruptcy is just a matter of blinking an eye.

The ups and downs of business are also simple.

Feeling that the situation was serious and related to their future interests, the previously silent directors also made a voice to persuade Mrs. Yan and defend her grievances.

Relying on his position as a director, he was rude to Yan Sihan.

"Both prosper and lose. Mr. Yan has naturally heard this sentence? You should also remember that you are surnamed Yan. Once the Yan family falls, do you think you can still sit safely in such a villa and drink red wine?"

"I'm not the only one surnamed Yan."

Yan sixhan listened to those people's words and said it without salt or light.

Didn't they recommend Yan Xingyu to the top and want to pull him down from that position all the time? Sure enough, only when something happens will I think of him.

But this is common sense. He will not quarrel with these businessmen who are profit first.

The only thing he cares about is Mrs. Yan.

His mother.

The woman who helped her grandson seize power and even rob his son.

What a joke.

"Han'er, you're Xingyu's uncle! You're his relatives and elders! Can't you take care of the elders and help him? Just think it's mom, please?"

Old lady Yan saw that the directors pressed hard and didn't let Yan Sihan loose half a minute. After thinking about it, she could only soften her tone again.

She moved out of her family.

In front of so many outsiders, she didn't believe Yan Sihan would ignore this unless he wanted to stink his reputation!