Yang House

Yang Yuan's study

Yang Yuan wore reading glasses, held a photo album in his hand, and his wrinkled five fingers were attached to the old photo, rubbing it gently, and the corners of his dry mouth trembled slightly.

"Knock Knock"

The knock on the door affected his ability to see things and think about people.

After a few reluctant glances.

Then close the album and gently place it on the edge of the corner.

The tone of "in" is flat

syllable

The door was slowly pushed open.

Yang Yuan lowered his head slightly, his eyes jumped over the frame of his reading glasses, and stared at Yang Cheng who was standing at the door.

"Dad..."

"Something?" Yang Yuan was a little upset and irritable.

Yang Cheng lowered his eyelashes slightly, and his father's cold eyes made him hesitate a little, thinking, his father had just been discharged from the hospital, should those things be slowed down first? But what if.....

"It's okay, don't bother me reading the newspaper." After speaking, Yang Yuan shifted his gaze, picked up a newspaper in front of him, opened it slowly, and pretended to read it.

Seeing this, Yang Cheng raised his eyes and stared at his father with a heavy look, wanting to turn around and leave.

However, at this moment.

Tuk-tuk

The mobile phone on the corner of Yang Yuan's platform suddenly rang.

Yang Cheng's body that had just shifted paused, and the afterglow of his eyes happened to hit the photo album on the corner of the stage, and the hand holding the doorknob was clenched tightly, and the green tendons on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

Yang Yuan glanced at Yang Cheng, reached out and pressed the phone, but didn't answer.

A few seconds passed.

Yang Cheng slowly let go of the hand holding the doorknob, turned around, and walked towards his father without hesitation.

Yang Yuan sighed lightly, shook his head, put down the newspaper in his hand, and instead raised his hand to take off his reading glasses, gently put them aside, and then turned his head to the side.

"Dad..."

"I'll go to Fan's tomorrow!"

Yang Cheng walked up to him and just wanted to speak, but Yang Yuan interrupted him first.

Yang Cheng's thoughts seemed to have been cut off all of a sudden, and he frowned deeply, staring at his father in surprise.

This?

How so?

"Let's go back!" Yang Cheng hadn't found an answer yet, and Yang Yuan coldly threw a sentence to end his thinking.

"Huh." Yang Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of loss, his face drooped, and he turned around and walked towards the door.

..........

Yan's Group

"Mr. Yan...."

As soon as Secretary Han spoke, he suddenly stopped, staring at Yan Xin stupidly.

Yan Xin's deep and cold expression at this time really made her frightened, and she had to be brave enough to dare to speak if she wanted to say more.

Yan Xin didn't seem to hear Secretary Han's call, the shallow fist of his right hand kept beating on the countertop, and the elbow of his left hand was pointed on the edge of the executive chair, his palm supported half of his face, his eyes were deep, and his long eyebrows were slightly together.

Half ringing

"Give Tao Xinran a call." Someone stopped tapping on the countertop, put down the hand holding his cheek, opened his thin lips, and slowly spat out.

"Yes" Secretary Han replied and turned to leave.

"Wait."

Secretary Han retracted the footsteps that were about to be carried out, and then his eyebrows twisted slightly, and his heart tightened suddenly, secretly thinking, could it be...

Not daring to think about it, Secretary Han quickly moved back to his feet and stood respectfully at Yan Xin's desk.

"Within a month, the acquisition of 35% of the shares of the Yang Group, the distribution of 7 people, 5% of each person, the same is true of Fan's."

airplanes

Secretary Han's head was shattered, and it was suddenly blank, it was only a matter of time before Yan Xin took revenge on the Yang family, how could even the Fan family ....... now?

"Secretary Han?" Yan Xin stared at Secretary Han, who had not squeaked for a long time, suspiciously, and called softly.

"Oh, words. . . Mr. Yan, I.. I hear it, I.. I'll arrange it. Secretary Han straightened his tongue with all his might, restraining the corners of his mouth that were constantly twitching, but he still bit down for a long time before finishing his short sentence.

"Go ahead."

The words fell

Secretary Han turned around and walked out of Yan Xin's office for a second......