Dong Wuyan waved his hand and kicked out the two women who had been standing there stupidly since she turned off the music and didn't know what to do, before looking at Yan Murong and saying. "How is Hong Kong compared to Yanjing?"

"There is no comparison." Yan Murong shook his head. "Different regions have different styles."

"I still like Hong Kong a little bit." Dong Wuyan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, lit it and said. "There are more beauties in Hong Kong than in Yanjing—what do you say, Prince Yan?"

"Looks like you're well-informed." Looking at Dong Wuyan, who was extremely chic and spit out a string of smoke rings, Yan Murong felt that this woman was even more gentleman than a gentleman - a woman who likes women really can't afford to be hurt.

Yan Murong was not surprised that Dong Wuyan knew his identity so quickly.

The status of the Dong family is there, and it is very easy to find out a person. Even if you can't find his details, it's still okay to find out his identity.

"Aren't you well-informed?" Dong asked rhetorically. "Or do you want to know my information at all?"

"What's the difference between knowing and not knowing?" Yan Murong moved to Dong Wuyan's side, looked at Dong Wuyan's very seductive face close at hand, and said. "You said you would invite me to dinner, and I came, but I came for a long time, and I didn't see anything to eat—I didn't even eat dinner for your meal."

"There's no rush to eat." Dong Wuyan didn't dodge, and looked directly at Yan Murong and said. "I also told you, I want to cooperate with you, and when we finish talking about things, I will invite you to eat whatever you want."

"I'm going to say I want to eat you?" Yan Murong narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Absolutely." Dong Wuyan smiled charmingly and said. "If you have that ability."

"Okay." Yan Murong sat up straight helplessly. "Tell me, what do you want to work with me?"

"It's all here, do you still want to play stupid?" Dong said with a smile.

"Now that you know, tell me what you can give me." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and asked.

"I said, what the Du family can give you, I can give it to you without words." Extinguishing the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table, Dong Wuyan said. "What the Du family can't give you, I can give it to you."

"Sounds great." Yan Murong lowered his head and thought for a moment and said. "Tell me what you want."

"It's simple." Seeing Yan Murong so happy, Dong Wuyan's face was overjoyed, and he said with a smile. "I want forty-nine percent of the shares."

"You didn't wake up, did you?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan with a surprised expression. "If you don't wake up, go back to sleep. Remember to raise your pillow a little so that you can dream of what you want. ”

What are you kidding, forty-nine percent of the shares? Why didn't she just grab it?

Yan Murong thought disdainfully in her heart, it seems that what Duan Zixuan said is right, this woman's ambition is really big, and the big ones are almost endless.

He asked for 49 percent of the shares -- you know, Duan Zixuan only asked for 20 percent of the shares, and he still paid for it.

If the company is not listed, then everything is easy to say, if the company chooses to go public in the future, and then according to the shares required by Dong Wuyan, it will be a little dangerous.

The listing of the company means that the shares in the hands of the two people will be diluted, and the difference of two percent is very dangerous for Yan Murong.

"Looks like you're ready to say yes?" Dong Wuyan asked with a smile.

"A fool would say yes." Yan Murong pursed his lips. "That's what you say, give me whatever I want? Damn, you can ask for 49 percent of the shares, give me some shares in the property under your name - it doesn't need much, I'll give you 49 percent for 40 percent, how about it? ”

"Are you kidding?"

"Damn, you can see this?"

Indeed, Yan Murong was joking.

She can make such a big joke with herself, why can't she make a joke with her?

"It seems that there are rumors about you in Yanjing." Dong Wuyan said with a smile.

"Oh? And there are rumors about me? How to spread it, let's hear it. Yan Murong asked curiously. He had never heard of these things.

Sometimes, listening to what others say about you from a third person as an observer is also a good way to wake up to yourself.

Bystander Qing - Sometimes, it is not yourself or your family who knows you best, but those who can't fight you.

"They say - your style is annoying." As he spoke, Dong Wuyan giggled. "I like it, though."

"Don't say meaty things." Yan Murong stood up and said. "Looks like our conversation is over, and I think that good dinner must be over for me, and I'm leaving."

"Wait." Dong Wuyan also stood up, called out to Yan Murong, and said. "You don't think about it anymore?"

"Consider what?" Yan Murong turned his head. "I've said it all, if you don't wake up, go back and continue to sleep, don't talk about your dreams and talk on the street."

"I'm upset." Dong Wuyan said lightly.

Yan Murong was speechless. If you're not happy about me, if you're not happy, go find two men - no, go to two women to vent.

"Why don't you sit down and talk about it later?" Dong Wuyan proposed.

"What if I insist?" Yan Murong asked.

"Then I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to get out of this door."

As a result, the smile on Yan Murong's face became stronger, and he squinted at Dong Wuyan. "You're going to leave me here?"

"I'd like to give it a try." Dong Wuyan said with his chin raised. "What I want without words, if I can't get it, then I will destroy its owner with my own hands."

"You shouldn't have threatened me." Yan Murong shook his head slightly. "It's not good for you."

"Whether it's good or not, you have to try it to find out." Dong Wuyan chuckled.

"Then you try slowly." Yan Murong sneered, turned around and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, Yan Murong's face changed, and the body that had just turned around quickly turned back, and at the same time, his body jumped up, and he pounced on Dong Wuyan in a hungry tiger posture, directly pressing Dong Wuyan on the sofa.

"Bang!"

At the same time, the sound of glass shattering, and then the wine bottle placed on the coffee table shattered.

After a brief pause, several other people also reacted, and immediately lay down and hid themselves behind the sofa.

Dong Wuyan was also shocked when he saw Yan Murong pounce on her, but when he heard the sound of the wine bottle breaking, he immediately understood.

Now, the two of them are crawling on the sofa in an extremely ambiguous position.

Yan Murong is on it, and Dong is speechless. Yan Murong's hand pressed against Dong Wuyan's arm, and Dong Wuyan's legs sandwiched Yan Murong's legs.

"Pss

Dong Wuyan suddenly laughed, looked at Yan Murong with silky eyes, and asked. "Is this a pounce?"