Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

It has to be said that the bait thrown by Lu Qiumeng this time is really to her appetite.

"What are you going to do?" Berman said gently for a long time.

"If you want to come, I can help you get the invitation, as my friend." Lu Qiumeng's mouth slightly aroused a faint smile, and the bait took the bait.

"Are you sure?" a slightly confused tone made Lu Qiumeng almost spit blood.

This is a naked contempt for her.

"At least I'm also the sun's young grandmother of the Yan family. I have to have a few friends. Besides, you're a big man in the front line. It's also a face for Yan's parents to invite you. I'm sure I won't be rejected."

Lu Qiumeng grabbed the bed sheet under her hand, and her fingertips were deeply trapped. If she didn't want to ask Berman for help, how could she bow her head to such a woman.

She wanted to see when Behrman could be arrogant.

Thinking of Yan Sihan's iron plate, the Qi originally trapped in her chest disappeared magically. She was waiting to see a good play.

"Deal." Berman heard the speech, agreed without hesitation, paused a little and then said, "tell me about you."

Lu Qiumeng gently breathed out his breath and finally got it done. He gnashed his teeth and said, "it's not Gu zhixia's cheap woman who even encouraged Xingyu to divorce me."

Thinking of this, Lu Qiumeng hated her teeth itching. He wanted to drink Gu zhixia's blood and eat her meat.

"If Xingyu is really bewitched by Gu zhixia's woman and divorced me, what should I do?" Lu Qiumeng is uneasy. She can't get along in the entertainment industry. If she divorces again, her days will be dark in the future.

"That's why you came to me?" Berman's tone seemed a little careless, but more irritable.

"This matter is very serious. If Xingyu divorced me, I would no longer be the young grandmother of Yan family, and Gu zhixia's cheap woman would fall into the well......" Lu Qiumeng bit her lower lip tightly, and the blood color on her face quickly retreated. She didn't dare to think about it.

Behrman heard the speech, just sneered and said faintly, "it's very simple."

Simple?

Lu Qiumeng suddenly lit up hope, clenched his mobile phone and couldn't wait to ask, "what can you do?"

"Don't worry, haven't Yan Xingyu mentioned divorce to you?" Berman said slowly: "I'm waiting for you to send the invitation. Don't forget. I'm going to shoot now, so excuse me first."

"OK, I'll send it to you as soon as possible, but don't forget to promise me." Lu Qiumeng said gloomily, holding his cell phone tightly.

"I see." when he finished, he hung up without waiting for any response from Lu Qiumeng.

The Yan Family's birthday party soon spread to Yan Sihan.

In the study.

A tall figure leaned lazily on the office chair, and the bright sun shone in through the thin curtains and sprinkled on his handsome side face.

"Dong Dong."

The door of the study suddenly rang.

The figure on the office chair moved and said in a cold voice, "come in."

After a while, two figures came in one after another.

"Sir, these are the information you want." put a pile of documents on the table and put a gold hot invitation directory on the top.

"Mrs. Yan's birthday is coming soon. The old lady means that there has been no excitement at home for a long time. She says she wants to have a birthday party. Here is the list of invited people."

"HMM." Yan Sihan didn't lift his eyelids. He simply answered and was still looking at the documents in his hand.

"I said Si Han, are you so laissez faire? At least you should see what people are inside?" he Yizhi gently pulled down the corner of his mouth, pulled over one side of the seat and sat down.

He didn't think it was so simple. As far as he knew, the old Yan Family's birthday had never been so publicized. What's going on this time?

I can't blame him for seeing more and less, but now Yan Sihan's memory has not been completely restored. If it is found by someone with a heart, I'm afraid the consequences can't be imagined.

He can only be careful.

The man behind the desk was consistent. He browsed the document again and signed his name at the end. Only then did he look up at the list.

Seeing this, Ye Qing quickly put away all the other documents and stood respectfully aside.

"Hey, Yan Sihan, you have a word. You are always so silent. Who can understand what you mean?" he Yizhi frowned and looked at the indifferent Yan Sihan in front of him.

"I'm not a worm in your stomach. At least I can squeak. Otherwise, I always feel like I'm talking to myself. If I don't know, I think I'm schizophrenic."

"Young master he, aren't I still here?" Ye Qing pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said faintly.

"You... Ignore it for the time being." he Yizhi picked his eyebrow and said indifferently.

Ye Qing: "....".

Yan Si Han Jing sat in the office chair, his right hand please hit, his eyes looked deeply at the list on his left hand. When he saw a certain place, his eyes flashed slightly, and soon disappeared.

"I didn't say that this banquet must be fishy. Your memory hasn't recovered yet. I suggest you don't go to the banquet." he Yizhi pursed his lips, raised his eyes and looked at the man who looked at the catalogue, and said in a deep voice.

The old guys on the board of directors had seen Yan Sihan's "ruthlessness", but in front of his relatives, he had no memory, and it was easy to help.

It's better not to go just in case.

Ye Qing looked down at Yan Sihan, who was still silent, pursed his lips and whispered, "but this is what the old lady means. I'm afraid it's not easy to refuse."

He Yizhi frowned at his speech, stroked his smooth chin, meditated for a moment, suddenly patted the table, and his eyes flashed with excitement, "yes."

What's wrong?

Ye Qing looked at he Yizhi with a confused face, and his left eyelid couldn't help jumping wildly.

"Let your husband pretend to be ill and be absent because of illness. Surely your old lady can't say anything? She can't force her son to attend the party?"

When ye Qing heard the speech, he couldn't help but smoke at the corners of his mouth. He knew that he Yizhi's ideas were really untrustworthy.

But then again, the idea really suits his husband.

"No, I'll go." Yan Sihan browsed the catalogue and put it on the table. His face was like still water without any change.

It's as natural as talking about the weather.