Yan Murong is an anxious person, since he has made a decision on what to do, he must take action immediately.

After signing the contract with Dai Lide and transferring the account and chatting for a while, it was already evening, so Yan Murong called Dong Wuyan out again with a phone call, and then pulled Duan Zixuan and the lawyer together, and found a restaurant to have dinner together, and by the way, the problem of stock group distribution was solved.

It was already more than nine o'clock in the evening when he was sent home by Duan Zixuan, the villa was brightly lit, and when he walked to the backyard, Yan Murong saw a figure fluttering in the swimming pool.

"The wrong flower." Yan Murong shouted at Hua Mistake, who was trying to shave in order not to sink himself.

"Whoa."

Hua Cuo raised his head from the water and saw Yan Murong standing by the pool, so he hurriedly grabbed the handrail and climbed up, and said excitedly. "Boss Yan, you are too good at enjoying this, damn, such a big swimming pool, it's so cool to swim, we don't have this thing at home."

"Are you sure you know how to swim?" Yan Murong asked amusedly.

"No, it won't." Hua Tso shook her head. "But I can't drown either. I think as long as I practice more, then I can cross the Yangtze River. ”

"The ideal is great." Yan Murong said praisefully, looked around again, and asked. "What about Old Man Zhong and your three friends?"

"Hey, don't mention it." Hua said depressedly. "Those three logs, let them heal the sick and save people, let them swim, and they were scared to death one by one, so they had already hid upstairs to sleep. As for Mr. Zhong, he is old, and he went to bed after dinner - by the way, how did you do that? ”

"That's it." Yan Murong laughed. "Tomorrow will be over."

"Really? That's great. Hua Cuo looked excited, grabbed the bath towel placed on the recliner and wiped the water droplets on his body, and said. The past 20 years have suffocated me, and there is no room for me to show at home. Now, I can finally let go and do something big. ”

Looking at the way Hua was dancing with his wrong hands, Yan Murong asked strangely. "You're very strict with you at home?"

"Strict, why isn't it strict." Hua Cuo immediately looked aggrieved, and then began to pour bitter water on Yan Murong.

"Tell me, I'm so old, they still treat me like a child, get up at six o'clock every morning, go to the store with my grandfather at eight o'clock to study, rest for an hour at noon, continue to study in the afternoon, go home at night to eat, read and sleep, just like boarding school, only on weekends I am allowed to go out for a walk in the afternoon."

"You can kill people just like that?" Yan Murong exclaimed.

"Oh, how do I know that." Hua said complainingly. "Don't mention it, it's upset to mention it - you better stop talking about me, think about your own problems first."

As he spoke, Hua Cuo gloated and laughed, which made Yan Murong laugh in a daze.

"What's wrong with me?" Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"You've got a big problem." The flower is wrong, hehe, hey, laughing. "Have you ever heard the story of three monks drinking water?" ――

One monk carried water to drink, two monks carried water to drink, and three monks had no water to drink.

The same goes for women.

Think about it, what kind of things will happen when three women who all have a wonderful relationship with Yan Murong get together?

Lucky. When Yan Murong walked into the living room, he didn't see the scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping. And the three women, Su Qingwu, Teng Xiangling and Zhao Chen, sat upright on the sofa, playing a game of staring at each other. Even Yan Murong came in and couldn't make the three girls look sideways. Jenny hid at the top of the stairs, looking at the three wide-eyed women with a bewildered expression. The scene was very strange.

Seeing Yan Murong coming in, Jenny seemed to have seen a savior, and quickly beckoned to Yan Murong.

"What's going on?" Yan Murong walked over, looked at Jenny and asked strangely. "What are the three of them doing?"

"Boss, I'm dying." Jenny said with an anxious expression. "Since Du Shao sent these friends of yours back at noon, the three ladies have been like this, and they haven't eaten dinner, and they have been sitting until now."

"They sat all afternoon?" Yan Murong was surprised, and even more wondered what happened to these three women. He also imagined the scene of three women meeting. Teng Xiangling and Su Qingwu know each other, Zhao Chen and Su Qingwu also know each other, if you want to quarrel, it can only be Teng Xiangling and Zhao Chen quarrel - however, the reality is very different from what he thinks.

The three women didn't quarrel at all, but sat on the couch and you looked at me, I looked at you, and then everyone looked at it all afternoon.

"Boss, what the hell is going on?" Jenny asked worriedly.

"How do I know, you didn't ask?"

"I don't dare ask."

"Forget it, I'll ask." Yan Murong waved his hand, walked to the sofa, looked at the three women with straight eyes, and stretched out his hand to shake it in front of the three women, before sitting opposite the three of them.

"What are you guys doing? If you don't eat dinner, are you planning to go on a hunger strike? ”

Finally, Teng Xiangling spoke.

Tilted his head and glanced at Yan Murong, and said expressionlessly. "I'm full."

"Me too." Su Qingwu added.

"Top." Zhao Chen didn't even bother to speak, and directly topped the post upstairs.

Yan Murong couldn't cry or laugh. He knew that something would happen to the three women when they met - but it was too bizarre, wasn't it?

Even if the three female ** fight or scold Yan Murong, it's not strange, but what's the matter with just sitting and staring at each other?

"I'm back now, just let me know what you think of me." Yan Murong knew that this matter must have something to do with him, so he said bluntly. "Say, say it so you can eat, and go to bed after eating, there are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."

“――”

As a result, Yan Murong's words only brought three blank eyes, which made him depressed and wanted to hit his head against the wall.

The three women didn't speak, and Yan Murong didn't speak either. So the four of them sat there and glared at each other for half an hour.

Finally, Zhao Chen seemed to be tired from sitting, or maybe sleepy, so he got up from the sofa, glared at Yan Murong, said a word of carrot, and walked upstairs.

"Hooligans." Su Qingwu appreciated Yan Murong's two-word comment, and also followed upstairs.

Teng Xiangling is even simpler. Walked up to Yan Murong and stared at Yan Murong for a long time, snorted coldly, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

Looking at the backs of the three women, Yan Murong sighed weakly. "The old man is right, it's a disaster."