Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

Gu Yingda looks at Gu Zhichun with a determined face. He knows clearly that he still wants to save Ye Qing.

What a fool.

Gu Yingda sneered, slightly hung his eyes and stared at the fingers on his legs, "are you sure?"

"... yes."

However, he just couldn't find a good excuse to decline boss Li, and Gu Zhichun hit the muzzle of the gun. It's better to make good use of it.

It's already broken shoes. It's good if someone wants them.

Gu Yingda seemed hesitant on the surface, but he was thinking about how to explain to Yan Xingyu.

Thinking of this, Gu Yingda flashed a calculation at the bottom of his eyes, a wry smile at the corners of his mouth and sighed, "it's not that I don't want to help you, you know Yan Xingyu..."

"I'm going. If he asks, it has nothing to do with you."

"Well... OK." Gu Yingda was embarrassed on the surface. He was happy and asked Gu Zhichun to stay in the living room first, while he went to the study to call boss Li.

How can this cooked duck fly away easily

The room was as warm as spring, but Gu Zhichun felt the cold wind biting. He put his hands around his arms and shrank into the corner of the sofa.

Well, she helped Ye Qing. That's enough.

Yan Family Mansion.

The light is slightly dark in the room, surrounded by sandalwood.

An old figure was facing the door with his back.

Mrs. Yan closed her eyes tightly, closed her hands with one hand, and hung a string of sandalwood Buddha beads engraved with gold characters on her other hand, rubbing them very slowly.

The lipped lips wriggled slightly from time to time, but there was no sound.

The whole room was silent as if no one existed.

However, the atmosphere was soon broken. A knock came. Mrs. Yan twisted the finger of the Buddha bead and paused. She opened her eyes and looked straight at the smoke still rising in front of her.

After a long time, he said, "come in."

"Mrs. Yan." a young man in a black suit pushed open the door, but he just stood respectfully at the door and didn't enter directly.

When Mrs. Yan heard the speech, she continued to ask, "how are things going for you to inquire?"

Although she doesn't appear in public like that, it doesn't mean she doesn't care about those things.

Yan Xingyu is her grandson, and Yan Sihan is her youngest son

"Something went wrong." the young man walked in carefully and stood behind Mrs. Yan, keeping a distance from her.

With embarrassment in his tone, old lady Yan noticed something wrong and frowned immediately.

"What's wrong? Isn't everything in the plan?"

She didn't bother so much just to hear the result of a failure.

Mrs. Yan was impatient. She turned around and her cold eyes directly on the man's eyes. The momentum was so strong that the man hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Yan, Yan Shao, he took a group of directors to Yan Sihan's house yesterday and brought witness Ye Qing. But in the end, Ye Qing defected and accused him of misappropriating public funds..." the man said the whole story roughly again, but he seemed to stop talking later.

Mrs. Yan couldn't see this. After taking a deep breath, she took off the string of Buddha beads held in her hand and put them heavily on the table in front of her.

The stone wood collision made a big noise, which made the young man's heart suddenly mention.

"And then?" she asked after her.

"Then Yan Sihan beat Yan Shao, and Ye Qing took him away."

"What? He hit Xingyu?!"

Mrs. Yan, who was already in an unstable mood, couldn't sit still after hearing that Yan Sihan beat Yan Xingyu. She stood up and stared at the man's face. "How's Xingyu now? Is she seriously hurt?"

What she worries most is Yan Xingyu, which is her last hope in the whole Yan Family!

"Er... The doctor said it was all right. Are you going to see Yan Shao?"

Asked the man.

"Look at him... No, you prepare the car immediately!"

Mrs. Yan thought for a moment, then raised her finger and ordered the man.

Since Yan Xingyu was ok, she let her heart down a little.

But I soon remembered the culprit who caused this situation.

She's going to find Yan Sihan to make it clear now! He pulled his nephew down from the position of president and beat him up. What's the matter!

He himself lost the opportunity to inherit Shengshi group because he was unable to bear, but he still wants to continue to forcibly occupy it?

When the young man heard this, he nodded hurriedly, hurried out of the room and went downstairs.

Mrs. Yan looked at the empty door, picked up her crutch and followed her quickly.

Sitting in the speeding car, his face was gloomy, and the atmosphere in the car was low, almost suffocating.

Yan's villa.

The demolished gate is leaning on the wall, and a lot of iron filings are scattered on the ground, which is very different from the impression in the past.

Old lady Yan was helped out of the car, looked at the scene and narrowed her eyes.

"Yan Sihan!"

She went in through the demolished gate and stood right in front of the closed door shouting.

The tone is always strong.

Mrs. Yan shouted twice at the door, but no one came to open the door for her.

At the thought of Yan Sihan's attitude towards herself, old lady Yan closed her eyes, took a deep breath and raised her crutch.

The young man understood and came forward to knock on the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just as the man's knuckles were about to fall on the door again, a force opened the door from the inside.

A pair of slender legs appeared. Yan Sihan didn't enter his trouser pocket with one hand. He held the door handle in one hand and looked coldly at the man standing in front of the door.

The man consciously took a step to the right and completely exposed the old lady Yan behind him.

"Yan Sihan, you have more and more courage now!"

When old lady Yan opened her mouth, she was sarcastic. She sneered at Yan Sihan, who was much higher than herself.

She knew that one day, her little son would be so plump that she could hardly control it.

Yan sixhan smelled the speech, and the tip of his eyebrows on his cold face stirred up slightly, "absurd praise."

It seemed that he was stingy to say one more word. After spitting out these two words, his face showed an obvious impatience.

He just taught Yan Xingyu a lesson yesterday. She came to the door today. Should he say that she got the news too slowly?

Seeing Yan Sihan's impatience, the displeasure in old lady Yan's eyes was also undisguised.

At this point, there is really no need to do any more superficial Kung Fu.

What's more, on such occasions, there is no outsider!