Yan Qing's cell phone vibrated on the table.
Wooden tables are really unfriendly to privacy. The shock that should have been concealed was infinitely magnified at this moment.
The people sitting at the bottom of the meeting room neatly and secretly cast their eyes on the buzzing mobile phone.
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The meeting is over.
But because of the sudden shock, everyone stayed where they were in tacit understanding.
He stared at the mobile phone on the table thinking he was not showing any signs.
Yan Qing didn't seem to hear the vibration notification sound, she glanced at the people sitting below, and said, "Go ahead."
All the subordinates were stunned.
say what
Isn't it all over
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Among the crowd, brother squinted was the quickest.
Since the lucky value has dropped to the bottom of life, the desire to survive has involuntarily increased.
Yan Ye's words are clearly driving them away!
These green-haired people who have no desire to survive.
With a different sense of superiority, Brother Squint stood up and said proactively, "Master Yan, I'm going out to deal with work first." After saying that, he left quickly without looking back.
The rest of the people looked at Lord Yan, and then at the slightly shaking door. Only then did they come back to their senses, and they all stood up and walked out.
In a blink of an eye, Yan Qing was the only one left in the huge conference room sitting at the main seat.
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I saw him slowly pulling out a cigar and clamping it between his nails, but there was no point.
After a good while, I put down my cigar. Condescendingly, he picked up the phone and looked at the long list of messages.
The sender is from Wang Zhi.
The content format is very uniform, all of which are pictures.
And each photo is a group photo of two people - Wang Zhi and Zhan Wuyou.
Yan Qing's brows were tightly knit together, and her expression was somewhere between cold and solemn. But the finger jumped over the brain first, and clicked on the photo.
The background is a deep blue sea.
In the blue sea and blue sky, the young man leaning against the railing held a red snapper in both hands, looking at it with bright eyes.
And beside him was Wang Zhi who was also holding a red snapper.
He looked over one by one.
Every picture made his face condense and his brows were tightly furrowed. But the fingertips honestly kept one after another.
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When I came back to my senses, all the photos had been saved to the album.
Seeing what she did, Yan Qing was furious!
He opened the photo album and wanted to delete all of them. While swiping, I accidentally saw some particularly eye-catching close-ups of body parts.
That was the first day Zhan Wuyou got his WeChat account.
Snow-white and straight thighs, collarbone with red marks after passion, and a waist curve full of lust...
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Yan Qing dropped the phone as if her hands were burning.
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A minute later, he picked up his phone again and decided to go home early.
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The concierge and stewards at home did not expect Lord Yan to come back suddenly.
Because he has been in a bad mood for the past few days.
The housekeeper also tried not to disturb him with trivial matters.
It just happened to be such a coincidence that Lord Yan came back early suddenly, and collided with the young man who had been looking for Mr. Zhan for three consecutive days.
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The young man who came to see Mr. Zhan had obvious pathological features.
The hair color and skin are obviously different from ordinary people, which is too eye-catching.
Yan Qing noticed him as soon as she got out of the car.
Charles obviously also noticed Yan Qing.
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"Hello." Charles reacted quickly, he stopped in front of Yan Qing, who was obviously the master's house, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but my friend lives here, we made an appointment to meet, but we haven't waited for a few days he."
Yan Qing's face was cold and serious, "Who are you looking for?"
Charles took out his mobile phone, "This is his photo, his name is Zhan Wuyou."
Dressed in black, the photo showing only half of her face hit Yan Qing's face.
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Zhan Wuyou in this attire, Yan Qing can be said to be very impressive.
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The aura around him was cold, and he stared at Charles with some scrutiny, "How do you know him?"
Charles suddenly asked excitedly, "Are you his brother?"
Yan Qing's expression was unclear, she just looked at him coldly.
Xia Er cutie didn't seem to notice it, and approached enthusiastically, "The first time I saw you, I thought you were very kind. Your eyes are very similar." He automatically changed the title, "Brother , do you know where he is now? We made an appointment to hang out together," he touched the back of his head in embarrassment for a long time, and said shyly, "I want to introduce my friend to him."
The veins on the back of Yan Qing's hands twitched.
This set of excuses to introduce lovers to friends made him feel evil.
However, Charles seemed to be automatically immune to negative emotions, still pursing his lips and smiling in embarrassment, "We made an appointment to do some things that friends would do, but he suddenly couldn't get in touch these few days..."
After that, he took a small look at Yan Qing, as if he just realized that he was in a bad mood, "Is it because you came back too late that day and you punished him for confinement. I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Don't blame him .”
Where does this person come from? Where does the qualification come from? Intercede for Zhan Wuyou? !
Yan Qing pursed her lips thinly, her patience was completely exhausted.
Pushing Charles away brutally, he strode into the house.
The sensor door behind him quickly closed as the owner entered. He shut the door for Ciel who couldn't squeeze in in time.
Charles knocked on the door anxiously, and said loudly, "Brother, don't be angry, we didn't come back late on purpose. Don't scold him, why are you angry at me?"
It wasn't until Yan Qing entered the back room that he couldn't be seen at all, that Charles stopped talking.
His smoky eyes were full of coldness.
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This man is his lover
Strangers don't get close to each other, and if you get close, you will easily get air-conditioning disease.
Charles stared deeply at the word "Yan Family" on the door plate, let out a cold snort from his nose, put on his helmet, and straddled the motorcycle.
After turning the handle a few times with his fingers, the locomotive roared arrogantly in front of Yan's house, leaving behind a thick exhaust, and then sped away.
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Charles rode his motorcycle all the way and entered a nearby rich man's villa area.
He parked his motorcycle in front of the door.
The butler personally came up to him and opened the door for him, while reminding him in a low voice in French, "The master has been waiting for you for several days, and the master was very angry because you made such a mess before."
Charles curled his lips, and the corners of his lips were full of joy, "It's such a great thing that my baby came back from the dead, there's nothing to be angry about." He turned around and patted the butler on the shoulder, comforting, "It's okay, Dad will understand of."
The butler didn't know what to say with a sad face.
The little master's idea is too righteous, and he doesn't listen to persuasion.
When I was in France, I fell in love with an Asian at first sight. On the same day, I made a transoceanic phone call to the owner to express that I had found true love.
As a result, the next day, true love disappeared.
When the news comes again, true love is dead...
In order to show respect for true love, the young master insisted on holding a grand funeral with the head of the family, and buried the motorcycle that true love was said to have ridden as a funeral.
Thinking about it now, the housekeeper felt that it was outrageous, but the Patriarch didn't say anything, so naturally he didn't say anything.
But after a while, the true love came back from the dead.
The housekeeper sighed deeply helplessly.
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Zhong Jiangming sat on the main seat with a solemn face.
Seeing his son walking in the door with a hearty mood, the corners of his lips involuntarily turned up.
Immediately thinking of the bastard things his son had done during this period, he abruptly pulled down the corners of his raised lips.
Charles posted it with a smile, picked up the apple on the table, wiped it, put it in front of Zhong Jiangming, and called out in Chinese, "Dad."
This father's call made Zhong Jiangming's brows and eyes stretch instantly, "Hey, did you get the sun? Don't go out when it's so hot today, it's so comfortable to stay at home."
"Come on, I'll show you a show of peeling an apple without breaking the skin." Charles ignored Zhong Jiangming's words, picked up the fruit knife by himself, and while peeling, made another big surprise, "I saw his lover."
Zhong Jiangming took a deep breath.
who
The future daughter-in-law actually has a lover? !
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Although he does not restrict the love of children.
But if the son doesn't fall in love, it's enough, and falling in love is almost fatal.
First, I fell in love at first sight with a person whose surname, name, and details were unknown. After that person appeared, disappeared, passed away, and reappeared...
Now, this daughter-in-law who has never met has a lover? !
Even so, his son did not intend to give up!
Zhong Jiangming took two deep breaths, and worked hard until Charles put down the fruit knife, then slapped the table violently, and shouted, "Do you still want to destroy other people's marriages?!"
"Not married." Xia Erchu calmly peeled off a large piece of fruit and stuffed it into Zhong Jiangming's mouth.
Zhong Jiangming's mouth was full of stuff, and the strict father's expression that he had worked so hard to make was broken.
He looked at his son with a complicated face.
"I've inquired about it." Charles' eyes were shining, like stars dotted with Jiang Tian, "His name is Wuyou, Zhan Wuyou. Doesn't it sound nice?"
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Zhan Wuyou
Zhong Jiangming thought of this person's name in a blink of an eye, and suddenly let out a frightened single sound from his mouth.
Hastily asked, "What? What is it called?"
"Worriless." Charles was happy to introduce to his father, saying every word very solemnly, "Worriless Zhan."
Zhong Jiangming frowned so much that he could kill a fly.
After pondering for a while, he confirmed, "The place where you first met him was France? The time was the night of Cleopatra's mask change?"
"right."
Zhong Jiangming's face was serious, "I may know the real identity of that child."
Charles looked at Zhong Jiangming in surprise.
"But it's too coincidental, I have to confirm it again." He took out his phone, thought for a while, and asked Xia Er, "Do you have a photo of Zhan Wuyou?"
"Yes." Xia Er put the secretly photographed photo Xianbao in front of Zhong Jiangming's eyes. Tentatively, "Do you know him?"
"Maybe it's the same name, I'll ask first."
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The efficiency of 'confusing' has always been the conscience of the industry.
This time it was 'Zhong' who came to ask in person, and the other party directly brought over the teacher who taught Wuyou to get rid of the bones.
One-to-one, Q&A from time to time.
Zhong Jiangming went from initial shock to numbness.
When he finally hung up the phone, there was already a kind of detachment that looked down on everything.
He looked at his son in a daze.
I don't know whether to praise my son for his good eyesight, or sigh for the wonderful fate.
My future daughter-in-law came from 'Confused', and she was the one who successfully stole the mask of Cleopatra.
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Zhan Wuyou, who was far away on the island, did not know that the vest on his body was torn off again.
Before getting off the yacht, he wandered to the cab to take a look.
There is only one bar of oil left.
After calculating the fuel consumption for this round trip in my heart.
He raised his eyebrows slightly.
The amount of oil is controlled so finely, is it because I am afraid that I will run away
[The author has something to say]: Qing'er, cub, if you don't recover Wuyou, you will be cut off by the little cutie.