Yan Zhihuan's eyebrows and eyes darkened, and he smiled and said, "Don't worry, you're the one you can't do without."

"Thank you, brother! I will report the news about Chen Hua as soon as possible!"

"Yeah, I'm hanging up."

"Hey, you're busy."

After finishing the call, Yan Zhihuai put away his cell phone and went back to continue the meeting.

Forty minutes later.

"......I'll be here today, let's go. Zhihui stays."

Everyone came out in a row, and when they passed by, they looked at Yan Zhihui more or less, the airborne general manager and future heir.

Soon, the huge conference room became empty.

Yan Ke raised his eyes and signaled to the secretary: "You go out too."

The secretary turned around and left, and took him to the door with care.

Only father and son are left.

Yan Ke took off the sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes and said slowly: "I'm very busy recently?"

"fine."

“Can you afford to eat at work?”

"Um."

“How is the new environment adapting?”

"good."

“What do you think about the group?”

Yan Zhihua raised his eyes and looked at the man, his biological father in blood.

Yan Ke smiled, but it was not very obvious. After all, he often showed his majesty, and almost no employees in the company had ever seen him laugh.

"Why do you look at me with this kind of eyes? I thought I would ask you to leave the venue and answer the phone halfway through the meeting time?"

Yan Zhifan did not respond, but only frowned three more points.

"The matter has priorities, I believe you have a sense of responsibility. Going back to the previous question, you have been in the company for a while. What do you think of the group?"

Yan Zhihui: "Which aspect do you mean?"

“All aspects.”

"I'll send it to your email?"

Yan Ke paused for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Yan Zhirong stood up: "There is nothing else, I'll leave first."

"etc."

"?"

"Go back to the old house to have dinner after get off work."

Yan Zhihuizheng planned to refuse, but he didn't know what he thought of, but he immediately stopped saying something: "Yes."

Yan Ke stretched his eyebrows and waved his hand and let him go: "Go and do it."

......

After get off work, Yan Zhi returned to the company, and Yan Ke's car was already waiting at the door.

Open the car door and sit on it.

Yan Ke ordered the driver: "Drive."

Nothing to say along the way.

Yang Lan has prepared dinner, some of which Yan Ke likes, and some of which Yan Zhihua likes to eat.

She has always been a good person, especially after becoming "Mrs. Yan".

After the meal, the servant cleaned up the dishes and the family of three gathered in the living room.

Yang Lan and Yan Ke sat together and spoke in a low voice.

Yan Zhihui leaned on the sofa to read financial news and rarely spoke.

Sudden--

"Zhi Fan will not go out tonight, right?" Yang Lan smiled.

He looked over and looked at each other, not missing the strength in the other person's eyes. Yan Zhihua pulled the corners of his mouth lightly, not caring much: "Yes."

At night, the father and son entered the study to talk.

After the end, Yan Ke went upstairs to rest. Yan Zhi returned to the balcony and answered a call. When he finished speaking, he hung up and entered the living room, Yang Lan was already sitting upright on the sofa.

It seems to be waiting for him specifically.

The lights were bright, making her skin look bright and jewel-like.

"Come here and sit." The light tone did not have the gentle and gentle intention when facing Yan Ke.

Yan Zhifan walked over, called "Mom", and then sat down.

Yang Lan didn't look at him, looked straight ahead, and raised her lower jaw slightly, feeling a sense of arrogance and dignity.

"Last time you were not very satisfied with Miss Chen. I will have an appointment with Miss Lu tomorrow. She just happened to be available, you can..."

"Mom," Yan Zhihua interrupted her, still a calm tone, but inexplicably a little cold. "I have said before, I hope you don't interfere with the marriage, but you don't seem to take it seriously."

"I don't interfere, can you go to find that woman?"

Yan Zhihui's expression remained unchanged: "I know what I know."

Yang Lan sneered: "What you call 'are good at' is to secretly use her to get her out of the Song family?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about.

"Don't think I don't know that you let someone stir up the flames in front of Zhong Yuhong. Once she starts to doubt Chen Hua, according to Chen Hua's personality, she will definitely not hide it anymore. She is not the mistress Song Yu kept outside. The matter is exposed, and there is no reason to stay in the Song family. I think, the people you arranged around her have reported to you, right?"

"Mom, you're too much in charge." He spoke, and there was no expression on his originally smiling face at this moment.

Yang Lan took a deep breath: "I can't interfere with anything else, but if you still want to get entangled with her, don't blame me for turning against you."

Yan Zhifan chuckled, but the smile was not enough to reach his eyes: "Actually, I'm very curious, how would you turn your back?"

The veins on Yang Lan's forehead leaped, her eyes shot straight towards her, and Leng Shuang condensed: "I know how to return, don't force me."

"Same thing, I want to say it to you." His eyes were like blades, and he did not dodge.

After a while, the woman took the lead in looking away and no longer looked at the face that made her unfamiliar and disgusted.

Should have known...

From the moment he changed his face without telling him, the person in front of him was no longer her son.

Her son Chen Qian is dead.

"I thought... you could have a better memory, but I didn't expect you to be crazier than before! It was hopeless!" His tone was deeply disgusting.
Chapter completed!