Fan's Group

Half past nine in the morning

Grunt

Fan Xiaotian craned his neck and poured the coffee in the cup into his throat in one gulp.

Drink it up

The whole person was leaning on the chair of the senior class.

Even with makeup, I couldn't hide the tired dark circles under my eyes, and my long eyelashes faded away from their usual ostentatiousness, drooping heavily, looking lifeless.

Chaos' skull ached.

The two faces that looked very similar to myself in the restaurant last night were carved into my nerves like a soldering iron, and I couldn't tear them off.

Lingling......

The inner line sounded.

Fan Xiaotian frowned vigorously, his eyelashes were trembling in annoyance, his face was twisted and even the nasolabial folds were about to burst out, and even the corners of his mouth were squeezed out of disgust, and he said secretly, "This damn bell is shaking my brain and my brain is about to burst." ”

With a breath of anger, Fang slowly straightened his waist and reluctantly stretched out his left hand.

"Hey." feebly

"Xiaotian, why did you answer the phone for half a day, Yang Yuanren is almost on the twenty-eighth floor."

Boom...

Now the chaotic brain doesn't hurt all of a sudden.

syllable

Hang up the phone in seconds.

Fan Xiaotian didn't have time to think about anything, the whole person immediately bounced up from the senior chair, and then sprinted to the door in a hundred meters.

However, just got to the door.

"Little God, Uncle Yang has come to see you!"

Knock knock

Yang Yuan's voice and a hurried knock on the door flashed into her eardrums like thunder and lightning.

Fan Xiaotian's hand holding the doorknob froze, his face sank, his eyes instantly flashed a trace of rigidity, let go, turned around, and quickly folded back to the senior chair, his back straightened, his hands fell on the keyboard, and he exhaled deeply.

"Enter." The tone is steady.

Tone falls

Zhang Meijun, who was standing outside the door and knocking on the door, quietly rolled her eyes, disappeared in a second, and then withdrew her hand that was attached to the door panel, the corners of her mouth opened slightly, turned her head sideways, and gently stared at Yang Yuan, who was standing beside her, nodded at him, and then slowly pushed the door open.

"Yo, Xiaotian, you look very busy!"

Before the door was fully opened, Yang Yuan's eyes caught the person sitting on the senior chair who seemed to be working seriously.

Fan Xiaotian pretended to tremble and shook his back, deliberately showing an unexpected expression, staring at Yang Yuan in a daze.

A few seconds.

"Uncle Yang, why are you here?" After speaking, he got up to greet him, walked to Yang Yuan in a few steps, grabbed his left arm, and looked at Yang Yuan's face with a smile.

"Haha, my God, I'm ashamed, Uncle Yang should have come to visit you a long time ago!" Yang Yuan's face was kind, and his big palm gently patted Fan Xiaotian's arm holding his arm, and his eyes were heavily imprinted on Fan Xiaotian's pink little face, thinking, maybe nothing will happen if Fan Xiaotian marries into the Yang family, but now....

"Uncle Yang, sit here." Fan Xiaotian's soft and sweet milk voice cut off Yang Yuan's thoughts, and Yang Yuan's kind face in the last second would brush a trace of dark lines.

Fan Xiaotian said as he helped Yang Yuan and walked towards the sofa.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

The two people sitting on the sofa together suddenly became quiet, each with their own concerns!

Fan Xiaotian sat upright, looking like a lady, but his two little hands were hidden on the inner thighs, constantly rubbing, and his palms were sweating slightly.

I thought to myself, I finally used the "power of the wilderness" to force Yang Cheng into the corner, this will be Yang Yuan's arrival, won't it be just for this.

"Zhang..."

"Xiao Tian..."

When Fan Xiaotian just wanted to call Zhang Meijun, who had been standing at the door, to make tea, Yang Yuan suddenly opened his mouth.

"Well, Uncle Yang, you speak first." Fan Xiaotian smiled at Yang Yuan with embarrassment but politeness.

Yang Yuan bent the corners of his mouth at Fan Xiaotian, his face was flat, and after a few seconds, he shifted his eyes to Zhang Meijun who was standing at the door, and blinked a few times, signaling her to leave.

Fan Xiaotian looked at the door reflexively.

Zhang Meijun subconsciously turned around and gently closed the door casually.

Fan Xiaotian's eyes were shallow at the tails, staring at the door for a few seconds, and when he looked back at Yang Yuan, his heart couldn't help shaking, and then he pinched it tightly, thinking, in just a few seconds, why did Yang Yuan's eyes become infected with murderous aura, and he was still staring at himself tightly?

Bad

"Little God, in fact, Uncle Yang came this time because he wanted to discuss something with you." After speaking, Yang Yuan slowly shifted his gaze from Fan Xiaotian's face to the executive chair behind Fan Xiaotian's desk.

Fan Xiaotian's eyes also followed.

A few seconds passed

"Uncle Yang intends to withdraw the principal of his investment in Fan's." When Yang Yuan said this, his eyes were still fixed on the large class chair.

Buzzing...

Fan Xiaotian's head was dizzy, and his skulls were falling one by one, and it was nothing more than being targeted by someone with a tank and bombing indiscriminately.

Yang Cheng abandoned himself, and then his father died unexpectedly, and it was only a month and a half to be full, but Yang Cheng's father proudly came over to clear the widow and said that he wanted to withdraw his investment?

Yang Yuan stared at the empty Taipan chair for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh before turning his head and looking at Fan Xiaotian on the side with a calm face.

The smell that permeated the air overflowed with a miserable smell.

Fan Xiaotian held down his heart, and the tears that had just been circled in his eyes were stunned and taken back alive by Fan Xiaotian.

Slowly let go of the two rows of clenched teeth, pinched his small voice, exhaled softly, and tried to make the smile crawl to his almost pale face, stretched out the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Yes." ”

Tone falls

The corners of Yang Yuan's wrinkled eyes twitched, and they quickly disappeared, revealing the kindness on his face when he entered the door, "Then Uncle Yang won't disturb your work, and come over another day to go through the formalities." With that, he stood up.

"Huh."

Fan Xiaotian responded lightly and stood up.

"Uncle Yang, I'll send you."

"No, you're busy!" Yang Yuan stretched out his hand and patted Fan Xiaotian's shoulder gently, and after staring deeply, he slowly turned around and walked towards the door.

At the same time, one of the shutters above the back of the sofa was gently lowered, and half of the body that stood out from the corner was also pulled back at the same time.

bang

The moment he heard the sound of the door closing, Fan Xiaotian couldn't hold back his tears and jumped out of his eyes.