Yijing City, Yuemu Hotel, in the landscape banquet hall on the second floor, bustling with people, many media holding microphones and cameras high, are anxiously looking in the same direction, as if waiting for a certain prey to appear.

This press conference was hosted by the public relations department of Xue's Group, and its purpose was to calm down the marital derailment incident of the new heir of Xue's Group, Chairman Xue Yang, some time ago.

At this time, the person who the media was anxiously waiting for was Chairman Xue Yang's wife, Ms. Le Yan.

In the lounge, Le Yan was answering a phone call:

"Le Yan, I warn you, when you are in front of the media, if you say the wrong thing, you know the consequences!"

The sunlight outside the house is very good, and the light is reflected on Le Yan's side face through the beautiful flower window, her side face has soft lines, a slender neck, fair skin, delicate and smart facial features, and she looks very young, if it weren't for the fact that she was wearing a black wrap lace dress, she seemed a little mature, otherwise she would have thought she was a recent graduate.

In fact, Le Yan is not very old, two years after graduating from college, he is only twenty-five years old now.

She married into the Xue family just after graduation, and now she has been a full-time wife for two years, and it was her husband, Xue Yang, the president of the Xue Group, who called her at this time.

"Hello? Did you hear me talking to you? Leyan! ”

Seeing that Le Yan didn't respond immediately, Xue Yang on the other end of the phone roared uncontrollably.

The gentle words of the past are all gone, and this tone is more ruthless than treating strangers.

Le Yan sneered in his heart, it seems that Xue Yang's lace scandal did have a great impact on him, her husband cheated, Le Yan's heart was dead the moment she knew, and now Le Yan is no longer the little girl who is all about Xue Yang.

"What about my conditions?" Le Yan Ying's lips opened slightly, and she said slowly.

Xue Yang on the other end of the phone paused, and then said:

"Le Yan, you are really still so realistic."

Le Yan smiled, and that smile was better than the bright spring:

"I'm sorry, remind me, it's you begging me now, it only takes me five minutes to walk from here to the media, and there is not much time for you to think about it."

Le Yan seemed to be able to feel that Xue Yang's anger value on the other end of the phone was soaring.

Memories are always beautiful, although Le Yan is now dead to Xue Yang, but memories are the most unbearable existence after all, Le Yan and Xue Yang are high school classmates, from falling in love to getting married, this year is the ninth year, they have each other's most precious youth in the most brilliant years, how pure the love was at the beginning, and how dirty everything is now.

After a while, Xue Yang replied on the phone:

"Okay, I promise you, twenty million."

Le Yan smiled and said ruthlessly:

"Transfer it to me now."

"Le Yan, don't go too far, since I promised you..."

"Transfer it to me now! Your empty promises, I won't believe a single punctuation mark anymore! ”

"Le Yan, do you understand, such a large amount of money, the company has to go through the financial process, and it needs the financial director..."

"Xue Yang, I'll give you one last minute, you can wait, the media outside won't wait." Le Yan interrupted ruthlessly again.

Xue Yang took a deep breath and almost squeezed the words out from between his teeth:

"Okay, Le Yan, you can, check it in five minutes."

Le Yan looked indifferent and hung up the phone.

Five minutes later, the relationship manager of the Bank of China called and confirmed that the influx of funds was normal.

Le Yan got up at this time, stroked the black hair, raised his head and chest, and pushed open the door of the lounge with eight centimeters of high heels.