"Mr. Fang, Miss Jiang has come forward to say that she will not allow Yini to interfere in this accident, and she has also promised to directly sign our ideas after the contract with Yini expires. Xu Chong's voice was tired, but still magnetic.

"Well, thank you Manager Xu!"

"Mr. Fang, you are polite, there is no hard work in my place!"

After Fang Zhihe hung up the phone, he parked the car in front of a dessert shop, and several clerks in this shop recognized the car, because the man in the car often entered the store to buy desserts, and his appearance was surprisingly good-looking, so they all remembered it.

"Hello, what do you need?" asked a clerk in a brown uniform.

After Fang Zhihe glanced around, he pointed to a mousse cake in the window and said, "That's it!"

"Okay, wait a minute. The clerk carefully put the cake Fang Zhihe pointed out into the packaging box while responding, and then handed it over respectfully: "Sir, it's okay!"

"Well, thank you!" Fang Zhihe thanked him, picked up the cake and walked towards the door.

It had just rained in the early morning, and the air was now full of damp smells, Fang Zhihe glanced at the bright water marks on the tombstone, reached out and took out a tissue from his pocket to gently wipe off the water marks, and then took the cake box on the side and carefully placed it in front of the tombstone.

This is Han Ying's favorite cake, and she said that people will become happy when they eat sweets regularly. So, for a long time after her death, he insisted on buying a mousse cake every day to eat, but strangely, he did not become happy because of it.

After the cake was put down, Fang Zhihe got up and looked at the gloomy sky, and then walked out of the cemetery with his legs raised.

"Buzz"

The phone in the car suddenly vibrated and he glanced at the screen and connected the phone.

"Mr. Fang, it's time for a morning meeting!"

"Hmm!" Fang Zhihe replied lightly and started the car, but before he could start, a black shadow appeared in the right rearview mirror.

Three times!

It's already the third time!

It seems that even if he wants to simply think that she is fine, he can't do it!

"Who the hell are you?!" Fang Zhihe rushed forward with a big stride and pulled the person squatting in front of the tombstone fiercely.

The man was obviously frightened, staring at Fang Zhihe in front of him in a daze, not daring to say anything.

"Swallowed!" Fang Zhihe glanced at her cake-filled mouth with disgust, and roared again.

The man should have understood Fang Zhihe's words, chewed a few times, and then swallowed the thing with a strong lifting of his throat.

"Who the hell are you?!"

But the man was still staring at Fang Zhihe in a daze, refusing to speak, and after a while, she suddenly struggled hard.

Fang Zhihe snorted coldly and dragged her to the Rolls-Royce on the side of the road, and a few seconds later, the woman was thrown into the car like garbage, he turned his face and glanced at the woman in the car, and reached out to close the door slamming it shut.

After the door closed, he quickly stepped into the car around the front of the car, restarted the car, and after about thirty minutes of driving, it stopped, "I tell you, I have limited patience and limited time, so you think clearly!"

The woman swallowed her saliva and looked up at the window, which was a villa area called Yuhe Courtyard, she thought for a moment and lowered her head.

Fang Zhihe was about to get angry, but the phone vibrated again, and he angrily pressed the connect button, "It will be canceled sooner!"

Fang ...... Mr. Fang, it's not a matter of the morning meeting, it's the ...... of the burn hospital" Yan Jin could hear Fang Zhihe's unusual irritability today, so he said cautiously.

"Say!"

"Just now, Han Liang transferred all the shares under his name to Han Yu!"

"Got it!"

"Oh, also, Qin Jiayan called ten minutes ago and asked if you had checked the person who attacked Qin Yue that day?"

"She's here for me, tell the Qin family banquet, I'll send someone over immediately!" Fang Zhihe glanced at the woman beside him and said coldly.

As he spoke, the co-pilot's door suddenly opened, and a dark figure quickly sprang out of the car.

"Maniac!"

"What...... What? Mr. Fang!"

Fang Zhihe didn't bother to explain to Yan Jin on the phone, threw down the phone, and strode out.

After about ten minutes, he returned to the car, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed Yan Jin's mobile phone number, "You call Qin Jiayan back now, just say that you have found out, it is a person with mental problems, and in addition, continue to stare at Han Liang and the hospital!"

"Yes, Mr. Fang!"