Yan's Building

Nine o'clock in the morning

Yan Xin's eyes were fixed on the document in his hand, pursed his lips, and did not make a sound, it stands to reason that the document has been read twice, but Yan Xin has not signed it yet.

Secretary Han, who was standing on the side, squeezed his small hand, a little nervous, thinking that the document had been confirmed by himself, and there should be no mistakes.

seconds

"Secretary Han, divide these two shares into 7 shares, I will send you the specific quota, and as soon as the formalities are completed, they will be arranged to go abroad to work."

Yan Xin picked up his pen as he spoke, and signed the document with a few brushes.

Secretary Han breathed a sigh of relief, answered, took the document, and turned around and walked to the door.

Secretary Han left for a while, but Yan Xin hadn't started work yet, and was in a daze on the senior chair.

I was thinking about Yan Ruyu's birthday next week.

Fan Xiaotian even chose a gift, if she wasn't allowed to go?

Estimated, enough to choke.

What about parents?

So far, they have not let go of their consent to his relationship with Fan Xiaotian.

Big head!

Yan Xin took a deep breath, stared at the cigarette box for a few seconds, raised his hand and smoked one out, picked up the lighter on the side, lit it, took a small puff, turned the executive chair 180 degrees, and looked out the window with his eyebrows.

.............

Fan's

Today's Fan seems to be a little quieter than yesterday, at least the media is not releasing new news about Fan's divestment.

But Zhang Meijun couldn't be quiet, and ran to the twenty-seventh floor of Fan's every half hour, but she never saw the person she wanted to see.

Seeing that five o'clock in the afternoon is coming, that is, the time for Fan's Weibo to post is coming.

How to be good! The last ten minutes!

Zhang Meijun's hands kept trembling, it was ironic to think about it, he finished drafting the document yesterday morning, and he was secretly proud, and now he looks at this document, it is like a reminder, once it is issued, the Yang family will be in a dilemma.

Be on hot coals!

Tao Xinran looked sideways at Zhang Meijun for a few seconds, and wanted to speak several times, but didn't say anything, thinking, at the last minute, could it be that this Zhang Meijun was going to rebel?

The door to the secretary's room was opened.

He leaned into a handsome body that fell off the scum.

The phoenix eyes swept around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the desk in Zhang Meijun's office with two slender and straight legs.

The jointed fingers stretched out and took the folder in Zhang Meijun's hand, and the corners of her mouth were angry, "No need to send it." ”

Zhang Meijun seemed to be frozen, her mind was not on this document, but kept thinking, why did the young master of the Xu family appear at this moment? So did Liu Daqian and Peng Yong's stocks buy by him?

Xu Jia glanced at Zhang Meijun, then crumpled the documents in his hand into a ball and slowly threw them into the trash.

Tao Xinran quietly buried his head at the moment Xu Jia came in, hiding under the computer screen, his face was red.

Ahem

Two soft coughs fell from above his head.

Tao Xinran almost stuck to the eyelashes on the keyboard, fluttered a few times, slowly released the thin lip that was bitten lightly, took a sip, and raised his head in an instant, "Young Master Xu, so free." ”

"Does your foot still hurt?"

The embarrassment of capitalization, the mental defense line that had just been brewed with his head buried was broken in a second.

The face is even redder!

"I..."

"If it doesn't hurt, let's have dinner together in the evening?"

I just wanted to explain, but I was interrupted as a matter of course.

After swallowing a few bites, he twisted his little face slightly, indicating that he didn't know how to answer.

"Waiting for you." Xu Jia chewed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, turned around after speaking, and ignored Tao Xinran's small emotions.

bang

The door was shut.

Tao Xinran slowly raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the door, and his thoughts were suddenly opened.

Just ended a broken relationship, and a little unpleasant happened, I was not ready to accept new feelings, and the boy in front of me, stalking, constant information every day, this... Hey, Tao sighed happily.

Zhang Meijun stared at Tao Xinran for five minutes with wide eyes, and the word shock was not enough to describe her expression at the moment.

Full of questions.

What is Tao Xinran's origin?

I asked again.

Fan Xiaotian's ordinary friend? And what happened to the young master of the Xu family just now?

Thinking of this, Zhang Meijun hurriedly grabbed her bag and mobile phone, and stumbled to the door.

Bang (loud)

Tao Xinran was frightened and reflexively raised his shoulders, and at the same time wrapped his hands around himself, and turned his head for a few seconds only to find that Zhang Meijun had left.

What to do? Do you want to leave work later?

Half an hour, or an hour?

bite

Just as Tao Xinran was hesitating whether to postpone work, a text message came in.

"Xinran, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Little day? Tao Xinran was stunned for an instant, Xu Jia is gone?

That's great.

Read this

Tao Xinran hurriedly picked up his bag and walked out of the secretary's room and went straight to the elevator.

however

When she got to the door downstairs, she was dumbfounded, and she saw someone from a distance.

Fan Xiaotian stood beside Xu Jia.

Forehead.....

I still can't hide from having dinner with someone.

"Xiao Tian." A deep male voice came from outside the door.

"Yan Xin, you're here." Fan Xiaotian looked back at the door.

Lian Yan Xin is here, well, then don't be too embarrassed, at least it's not to eat with someone alone.

Tao happily walked towards the door.

........

The old house of the Yang family

Living room

Yang Yuan ignored Yang Cheng's complaints, and looked at the newspaper slowly.

Song Qianwen, who was sitting with Yang Cheng, had a melancholy face.

"Dad, my original plan was for the Yang family to withdraw and only spread the news within the Fan family, I wanted to suppress the stock price, and I didn't really want to withdraw my investment, you are now breaking a bunch of revelations, disrupting my original plan, do you know? Can't you just talk to me a little bit? ”

Yang Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't dare to make too much noise.

"When you left the wedding, did you ventilate with me?" His tone was calm, he was not yet angry, he couldn't hear his true intentions, and he couldn't peek into Yang Yuan's inner thoughts from his calm face.

Yang Cheng twisted his head to the side and didn't squeak.

Song Qianwen's eyes fell to the front of her knees, her expression was quiet, but her heart was turbulent, recalling that she had regressed to twenty-four years ago, her daughter's innocent and lively face seemed to be smiling at herself, and her sweet little mouth kept shouting: Mom....

The living room fell silent for a moment.

"Could it be that the Yang family is just withdrawing their capital?" Yang Cheng's volume increased by one decibel and looked at Yang Yuan angrily.

"If you had married Fan Xiaotian at the beginning, you wouldn't have caused so much trouble now, and the Fan family would have belonged to the Yang family sooner or later."

Yang Yuan put down the newspaper in his hand, took off the aging glasses, and glanced at Song Qianwen deeply with his wrinkled eyes, as if he could read her heart at the moment.

"Xu Jia has already announced his investment in Fan's Weibo." Yang Cheng spit out coldly.

"So what."

"Dad!" The tone is anxious, and the tail note is elongated.

"Can't be withdrawn." Song Qianwen suddenly interjected.

The father and son brushed it and turned their eyes to Song Qianwen, who never squeaked in business.

"If we withdraw, at least we will lose the initiative in Fan's."

"Dad, my mother is right, we can't withdraw for the time being, we can't just let the Fan family go." Yang Cheng seized the opportunity and looked at Yang Yuan with anticipation.

Yang Yuan didn't hear what Yang Cheng said, and his thoughts drifted to the album.

Long.

"That's it, it's a long time coming."

After speaking, he glanced at Yang Cheng and Song Qianwen respectively, got up, and slowly walked to the study.

The mother and son looked at Yang Yuan's back and fell into deep thought.

Maybe the Yang family still has a trump card, but ......