Jincheng Villa

Bell bell bell ..... At three o'clock in the morning, Yang Cheng's phone rang.

Yang Cheng, who was asleep, thought he was dreaming.

Well..

Turned over and hugged the sleeping Meijun.

Ringing ringing....

The bell is getting louder and clearer.

This will know that it is not a dream.

Yang Cheng withdrew the hand holding Meijun and reached out to the bedside table to find his mobile phone back and forth.

And Meijun is estimated to have been tossed by Yang Cheng for a night, and he is sleeping soundly at the moment.

"Hey." Yang Chengzou frowned, and squeezed out a word with his mouth.

"Boss, something is wrong." There was a hurried voice on the phone.

"What." Yang Cheng bounced up from the bed, and the whole person suddenly woke up.

"Ahh

Meijun, who was asleep, was awakened by Yang Cheng's sudden cry.

She hurriedly sat up.

Syllable.

Meijun reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

Hurriedly asked, "Yang Cheng, what's wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

Yang Cheng hung up the phone, his face sank, his head turned quickly, and he immediately dialed another phone.

"I know it's you." Yang Cheng was crisp.

Half ringing.

"So what." A low, slightly cold male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"In what manner do you take revenge on me?" Yang Cheng shot back.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

10 seconds later.

"I'll be her man." The deep voice rang out again.

"Then from the day you become her man, it's not too late for you to reach out to me." Yang Cheng didn't expect that Yan Xin would really retaliate against him.

What I didn't expect was that Yan Xin moved so fast.

Syllable.

Yan Xin hung up the phone.

Yang Cheng got up, got out of bed with his mobile phone, and walked to the door.

Go downstairs, walk to the refrigerator and open the refrigerator door.

After a sweep, he locked his eyes on the bottle of XO, picked it up, and closed the refrigerator door.

Turned around and walked to the sofa, turned over the glass, sat down, put the phone on the coffee table, opened the wine bottle casually, filled the wine, and took a sip.

I lit a cigarette, kept spitting out tobacco in my mouth, and my eyes were half-narrowed.

Meijun didn't dare to go to sleep, and accompanied her, remembering what happened on the day Yang Cheng and Fan Xiaotian got married.

a week ago.

Zhang Meijun sat on the sofa in the living room, her hands kept pressing the remote control to change the channel frequently, in fact, she was already in turmoil at this time.

Smack, Zhang Meijun threw the remote control on the coffee table heavily, the corners of her mouth twitched a few times, thought about it, and couldn't help but take out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket.

She still had a glimmer of hope for Yang Cheng.

But the phone never answered.

Could it be that they have already exchanged rings?

After dialing for half an hour, the call was finally connected.

After confirming once again that Yang Cheng really wanted to marry Fan Xiaotian, she completely dispelled the little remaining illusion.

But 2 hours later, Yang Cheng appeared in front of her.

Isn't Yang Cheng supposed to have a wedding at this moment? How?

Meijun looked at Yang Cheng in surprise, and it took three seconds before she fell into his arms.

..........

Yang Cheng, who had just answered the phone, asked Meijun to reflect, did she do the right thing?

Yan's Great Xia

Secretary Han looked at Yan Xin, who was frowning, and the corners of his mouth curved, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Yan Xin had already called her for a long time, but he didn't say anything or explain anything to her.

Secretary Han has been following Yan Xin for several years, and when he saw Yan Xin's appearance for the first time, he thought that it was probably directly related to Fan Xiaotian.

After a long time, Yan Xin glanced at Secretary Han, Bo Rui's lips opened slightly, and at the same time, he turned the back of the senior chair 180 degrees to Secretary Han, and threw a sentence coldly:

"Remove those people and stop the acquisition."

“........ Be. After Secretary Han finished speaking, she left quickly, she felt that the breath in Yan Xin's office was three points colder than the air conditioner, and it would be extremely uncomfortable to stay for one more second.

Jincheng Villa

Ten o'clock in the morning

Yang Cheng sat alone in the living room, the wine was almost finished, and Meijun couldn't stay up in the morning to go upstairs to catch up on sleep.

Bite.

A text message came in.

Yang Cheng crushed the cigarette in his hand, quickly picked up the mobile phone placed on the coffee table and quickly clicked on it.

"Stocks are back to normal." When he saw these big words, the corners of his mouth raised a shallow smile.

Yang Cheng got up and walked upstairs, ready to catch up on sleep.