A ringing phone woke Yan Murong from her sleep.

Rubbing his eyes that were a little sour, he grabbed the phone and looked at the time, it was already more than eight o'clock in the morning, looking at the unfamiliar number on the phone, Yan Murong threw the phone aside, turned his head and continued to sleep. But the caller seems to not stop hearing the phone, and the phone rings over and over again, threatening to drain the battery.

"Who?" Yan Murong picked up the phone helplessly, and asked angrily.

"Mr. Yan, what exactly do you want to do?" Toshiaki Mitsui's slightly angry voice came from the phone.

"Are you sick? You call over and over again to disturb people's dreams, and ask me what I want to do? Yan Murong said angrily. Why don't you give me an explanation, and we'll go home today and cooperate? You go with the ghosts. ”

Yan Murong squirted wildly, and there was a brief silence on the phone.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

After a while, Mitsui Toshiaki's voice came out again, first apologized, and then said in a deep voice. "Mr. Yan, I want to know, why did you reveal the cause of my father's illness?"

Reached a cooperation with Minghua Group on the solar car project, his father has hope of recovery, Mitsui Toshiaki has been in a very good mood for the past two days, even if Yan Murong pointed at his nose and scolded him at this time, he didn't mind much, but he just came to the company today, and his butt was not hot, and the calls came in one after another, most of them were partners of the Mitsui Foundation, and the purpose of the call, most of them were also to ask about Mitsui Masao's condition, and a small number of people euphemistically proposed to terminate the cooperation.

called one after another, and directly called Toshiaki Mitsui, and asked again and again before he learned the cause of the incident.

When Toshiaki Mitsui turned on his computer to read the entire report, he almost threw the monitor from the upper floor.

I don't know when it started, the cause of Masao Mitsui was actually spreading on the Internet, and it wouldn't be a big deal if it was replaced by an ordinary family. People eat whole grains, and there are few people who don't get sick -- but the problem is that the protagonist of this report is the current patriarch of the Mitsui family, the first family of the island nation, and at the same time, the current chairman of the Mitsui Foundation, Mitsui Masao.

The head of the first family of the First Consortium is mentally ill?

As soon as this report appeared on the Internet, it attracted a lot of attention.

Although Toshiaki Mitsui has now taken over most of the work of the consortium, the real head of the family is still his father Masao Mitsui. Think about it, who would choose to cooperate with a person with mental problems who is in their right mind?

Toshishi Mitsui understood this for a long time, so for so many years, the cause of Masao Mitsui has been well concealed, but he doesn't understand why it suddenly spread all over the Internet overnight.

Forcing himself to calm down, after thinking about it, Mitsui Toshiaki suspected Yan Murong. As a result, there is now a question about Yan Murong.

"You did the online thing?" Toshiaki Mitsui asked in a deep voice.

"What's going on online?" Yan Murong was confused and asked suspiciously.

"My father's business." On the phone, Toshiaki Mitsui's voice became colder, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of gnashing teeth.

"What's the matter with your father?"

Hearing Mitsui Toshiming's words, the corners of Yan Murong's mouth curled slightly, but his tone was still full of doubts.

"What's wrong? Has your father's condition deteriorated? Oh, I'm not ready yet, I haven't bought a few things. ”

"It's really not you?" Mitsui Toshiming was also a little surprised, listening to Yan Murong's voice, it really didn't look like he was pretending.

"What is me?" Yan Murong continued to pretend to be stupid. "It's inexplicable to talk early in the morning."

"Excuse me." Mitsui Toshiming was in a very bad mood, and he didn't want to say anything to Yan Murong, so he hung up the phone directly.

"Hey, hey, little sample, can you pretend to be stupid over me?" Yan Murong grabbed his mobile phone, stood up from the bed in his underwear, stretched comfortably, and had a sinister smile on his face.

"Yo, little swallow, are you doing a body show here early in the morning?" Yan Minghua's voice came from the door.

"Holy."

Yan Murong was shocked, jumped on the bed like a rabbit being chased by a wolf, pulled up the quilt and covered the vital parts, looked at Yan Minghua leaning against the door with a depressed face, and said. "Sister-in-law, why did you come in without knocking?"

"I wanted to knock, but you didn't close the door." Yan Minghua pursed his lips, walked straight to Yan Murong's bedside, sat down, and asked. "Come, tell me what you were beautiful in that just now?"

"No, nothing." Yan Murong shook her head and looked at Yan Minghua who was sitting on the edge of the bed, only to find that she was not wearing the long dress she was wearing last night, but a set of hotel pajamas.

"Really?"

"Not really."

"I don't believe it." Yan Minghua said. "Okay, it's just teasing you, I already heard it when you called just now - it was Toshiaki Mitsui, right?"

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded.

"Got it." Yan Minghua smiled. "Although I didn't hear what you said, I could tell from your expression that Toshiaki Mitsui was dizzy by you again."

"It's a little thing." Yan Murong didn't want to dwell on this topic more, so he quickly changed the topic and asked. "Sister-in-law, why did you drink so much last night? Is there something wrong? ”

"What's the matter?" Yan Minghua smiled, reached out and stroked the hair that was hanging in front of his forehead, and said. "Last night, Toshiaki Mitsui invited guests to dinner, and deliberately took two bottles of 78-year-old Bordeaux Manor red wine out to show off, and I drank them all in order to make that kid's flesh hurt for two days."

“――”

Yan Murong was completely speechless, and he really didn't know what language to use to evaluate Yan Minghua's behavior. Other women buy drunk because they encounter something sad and want to use alcohol to anesthetize themselves, but she is good, just to make others hurt for two days, so she drunk herself.

"By the way, how did I get back yesterday?" Yan Minghua asked strangely. Yesterday she was indeed drunk, and when she woke up today, she found that she was lying on the bed in the hotel, and she didn't remember what happened last night after thinking about it for a long time.

"I don't know how you got back." Yan Murong said. "All I know is that you came back and played drunk on me, and I finally got you to bed."

"You put me on the bed?" Yan Minghua's face suddenly became extremely weird.

"It's me." Yan Murong nodded. "I carry forward the spirit of Lei Feng and do good deeds without leaving a name, so you don't have to thank me."

"I wasn't going to thank you." Yan Minghua said unceremoniously. "I just wanted to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?"

"Who took off my clothes?"