Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Yan Murong had a headache.

Since returning to the villa in Hong Kong overnight last night, Yan Murong has been lying on the bed tossing and turning and just can't sleep.

Obviously, this is someone who is suspicious, and both times he deliberately exposed the horse's feet, left his tail, and pointed the finger at Zheng Wuming. But he is not a person who lacks heart, and he will not believe that Zheng Wuming would use such stupid means to find trouble for him - even if Zheng Wuming did it, he would not do this kind of thing without wiping his ass after going to the toilet.

Thinking about it, Yan Murong didn't have a clue, in the words of Little Snake, that is, he provoked so many people, and there were countless people who wanted his life, and these people had very special statuses, it was difficult to find out who they were.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone rang, and the classic ringtone of the old Nokia interrupted his train of thought, and he scratched his head depressedly, Yan Murong looked at the caller ID on it, and immediately picked it up.

"Little Swallow, what are you doing?" Yan Minghua's seductive voice came from the phone.

"Daze." Yan Murong said helplessly. "Sister-in-law, you just called me again when you came out of the house, and you don't need money for the phone bill?"

"I can still take out this money from your sister." Yan Minghua giggled for a while before saying. "You guy went to Guangdong, and the trouble is not small--giggles, this title is good, "Three Little Birds Fluttering in the Wind", tsk, listen, this title is so literary and artistic."

"What bird?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and asked inexplicably. "Sister-in-law, what do you want to say?"

"Still pretending to be with me." Yan Minghua snorted. "Your affairs have been reported, what did you do with the Du family's kid and your little lover in the food stall last night, don't you know yourself? Tsk, I didn't see it, our little swallow is quite photogenic. ”

"Last night? Got in the news? Yan Murong looked confused, but after thinking about it, he understood what was going on.

Last night, Little Snake took out to clean up the little gangsters, and there were a lot of people around to take pictures, but I didn't think that there were still people from the newspaper - this group of reporters is also really, this kind of thing is actually taken out to the newspaper, I really don't know what to think, I don't know if there is a mosaic.

"Sister-in-law, this is not a big deal, you specially called me for this?" Yan Murong asked with a wry smile.

"Of course not." Yan Minghua said. "If you're idle at home, come to my office and look for me - actually, I'm pretty idle."

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, and wanted to say something more, but Yan Minghua told him to hurry up, and immediately hung up the phone, not even giving him a chance to ask.

Yan Minghua's company is located in a 40-storey office building in Central, like Zheng Wuming, although they are all the three major consortia in China, but in Hong Kong they are only a subsidiary, and they have not built their own office buildings, but they can buy a three-story office building at one time in such a place where every inch of land is valuable, and it is less than half of the family. It's not bad for an ordinary small company to be able to rent a floor, let alone buy it. It can be seen that the three major consortia in China have a strong family background. Not only in Hong Kong, but also in many cities in the mainland, there are subsidiaries of the three major consortia.

When he came to the Minghua Group on the nineteenth floor, Yan Murong was stopped by the clerk at the front desk and asked Yan Murong what was the matter in Mandarin with a strong Hong Kong accent.

"I'll find your boss." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?" The front desk lady looked at Yan Murong and asked politely.

"Make an appointment-" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "I wonder if a call counts as an appointment?"

"W-no." The front desk lady smiled apologetically. "Sir, our Yan Dong is very busy, if you don't have an appointment, I can't let you in."

"You call her, and you say that Yan Murong is here." Yan Murong said.

"I'm sorry sir, it's not in line with the rules." The front desk lady said persistently. "If you don't have an appointment, I can't let you in, if you want to see Yan Dong, please make an appointment here."

"Teacher Yan?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly, and was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call to Yan Minghua, when he heard a voice with surprise next to him.

Teacher Yan? Calling yourself?

Yan Murong looked around and found that there were no other idlers except for the staff who were in a hurry with their heads down, so they looked in the direction where the voice came. When I saw the owner of the voice, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Zhao Xin? How are you? Yan Murong looked at Zhao Xin, who was wearing a professional suit in front of him and had completely departed from the cyan student girl's dress, and couldn't help but ask in surprise. Aren't you supposed to be in school at this time? How did you get to Hong Kong? ”

Yes, this one who appeared in front of Yan Murong was the female student he helped when he was a teacher at Yenching University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zhao Xin. It was also he who introduced Zhao Xin to Minghua Group, but he hadn't seen him for several months, and if he hadn't met him suddenly, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a person.

"Teacher Yan, you still remember me." Zhao Xin looked excited, and hurriedly trotted over, looked at Yan Murong and said. "Teacher Yan, I am now Yan Dong's assistant, and I came to Hong Kong with Yan Dong."

"Then you're not going to school?" Yan Murong asked strangely.

"No." Zhao Xin shook his head and said. "Originally, I studied traditional Chinese medicine, but now that I have joined Minghua Group, I can't use those professional knowledge, so I simply took a leave of absence and concentrated on work."

"Do your parents know?" Yan Murong asked.

"Yes." Zhao Xin nodded. "I've already told them, and they agree - Mr. Yan, I really want to thank you, if it weren't for you, I would still be serving dishes in the bar."

Seeing Zhao Xin's expression of gratitude, Yan Murong chuckled and shook his head. "You can become an assistant, it's your own efforts, I just gave you a platform, as for what you develop, it's not for me to operate."

"Thank you too." Zhao Xin smiled gratefully and said. "Teacher Yan, when do you have time, I want to treat you to a meal, okay?"

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded in agreement and said. "But now, can you please take me in to meet you Director Yan? I didn't make an appointment, and people didn't let me in. ”

"Nonsense." Zhao Xin's face suddenly turned pale, and the majesty of the assistant to the chairman was fully revealed, and he looked at the front desk lady and said. "Remember Mr. Yan's appearance, Mr. Yan will come in the future, no need to make an appointment."

"I'm sorry sir." The front desk lady was reprimanded by Zhao Xin like this, and immediately apologized to Yan Murong repeatedly.

"It's okay, you're just doing your job." Yan Murong smiled indifferently, then turned his head to Zhao Xin and said. "Zhao Xin, then you should be busy first, I'll go in and take a look."

"Okay." Zhao Xin nodded, and asked Yan Murong for the phone number, and then walked towards the elevator.