At the banquet scene, Yang Lan couldn't bear it in order to take care of the overall situation.
This slap slapped Yan Zhifan's face, her hands were shaking, her heart was shaking, but she didn't regret it at all.
"You mean-"
Yan Zhifan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically: "What are you talking about? Jingping is not a private realm. You and I can come, and Shen Hun can come naturally."
Yang Lan narrowed her eyes and sneered gradually over her mouth: "Of course she can come to Jingping, but why does she lean towards me in so many places?"
"Mom, you think too much."
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"How much did she look at you at the banquet? Did she take the initiative to pick things up and embarrass you?" Yan Zhifan paused for a moment, "No."
Yang Lan: "What do you want to say?"
"She didn't come for you." Because you are not qualified.
Yan Zhifan didn't break the last half sentence, but it's not difficult to guess. Yang Lan suddenly became angry and blurted out: "She didn't come at me, it is even more impossible to at you!"
The man paused, and immediately laughed: "Of course. After all, we are still strangers now."
Yang Lan looked at his face, disgusted, disgusted, angry... all kinds of emotions combined, and eventually turned into hatred for Shen Hun.
Thinking of her two daughters and one son, she was dead, distressed, and there was a madman who made a change and completely transformed herself into another person.
And all this is because of Shen Hou, how can she not hate it? !
"Heh... Stranger?" Yang Lan sneered, seeing his eyes full of mockery, "Don't think I don't know what you are planning!"
Yan Zhifan twitched the corners of his mouth, it didn't matter, he was arrogantly plain: "Since you know it, then you should know that it was not she who came at me, but I was at her."
"you!"
"It's like today, I invited the dance, and she refused."
"Refused or want to refuse yet welcome?" A touch of mockery appeared on Yang Lan's lips.
As a woman, she is able to go to this day, and she has become a Yan Ke wife, and she is so familiar with these little tricks to seduce men.
Shen Hun's plan to climb Gaozhi shouldn't be too obvious, but Yan Zhifan said-
"It doesn't matter if she doesn't agree, what I have is the means and methods to force her to agree."
Suddenly Yang Lan couldn't understand this son, or that she had never understood.
Three years ago, the coma was supposed to enable him to fully realize Shen Hou's true face, and no longer cling to Xiaoqing Xiaoai; unexpectedly, he became stronger and more uncontrollable, and even changed his position abroad without telling her Facing the face, pushing the boat along the river, he turned the "Jin Chan escape from the shell" reluctantly used three years ago into the capital and pedal for him to conceal his identity and reappear in front of Shen Hun.
Yang Lan only felt painstakingly feeding the dog.
So far, he was discouraged and simply ignored him. The only requirement was that Yan Zhifan could obey the arrangement and inherit Yan's family and company.
"You did not do what you promised me." Yang Lan paused.
"What did I promise?" He laughed.
"Being a good heir to Yan, and invited Miss Shen to dance the first opening dance."
"I attend banquets, socialize and socialize, and agree to join the company. What the heir should do for me has fallen, right?"
Yang Lan: "How do you explain the opening dance?"
"I only agreed to dance, and I didn't know who to go with. As long as it's a woman, it doesn't make any difference between Miss Shen's or Miss Wang's."
"you-"
"Mom, you shouldn't get involved in my business." Yan Zhi returned his gaze.
Yang Lan was slightly startled.
He only listened to his indifferent tone: "Most of the time, Dad had some traditional ideas. For example, he gave women enough voice in housework, but he didn't want women to intervene in company affairs. It can be seen that, deep in his heart, he still adheres to The "male lead outside, female lead inside" set. You should know this better than me."
Yang Lan frowned, a little surprised at how he would analyze Yan Ke, but soon her expression fell cold: "What are you trying to say?"
"Dad doesn't like women's intervention in men's affairs, not only for wife to husband, but also mother to son, especially this son is the future heir. To make an inappropriate metaphor, the ancient son Lang was most afraid of being in the hands of a woman. If you want me to sit firmly as an heir and take control of the entire Yan family in the future, don't make any comments and let Dad think that you can control my decision."
"Once he has such thoughts, it is not good for you or me."
Yang Lan was shocked: "So, are you warning me?"
Yan Zhifan pondered for a moment, then he thought for a while, and his tone was flat: "It can also be understood in this way."
Yang Lan's eyes widened, but her pupils kept shrinking.
"Forget this slap today, I don't want to have another time." After finishing speaking, he walked towards the study, leaving Yang Lan with an indifferent back.
"You stop for me—" his voice pierced.
Yan Zhi returned to his feet without stopping, without turning his head back: "Dad is looking for me. I'll talk about those irrelevant things later."
Yang Lan gritted her teeth secretly, her chest finally calmed down after several ups and downs, and her sanity slowly returned.
Taking a deep breath, she sat down, held up the tea cup in front of her, and brought it to her mouth. The cold tea was poured into the stomach along the esophagus, cooling her whole body.