After that day, Yan Liuping insisted on coming to the company every day.

He did nothing and couldn't do anything, but he just came and sat in the office for an hour or two or more days before going back to the hospital.

Yan Zhi often avoids the time he comes and does not meet him.

An Yun has lived in the Meng family for a while, and she wants to go back to her apartment.

Meng Baiwen and Song Qiulan were reluctant to leave and looked for various reasons to stay.

"Sir, Madam, Miss, Mr. Yan Zhi is here." The servant came over.

Meng Baiwen's face immediately calmed down when he heard Yan Zhi's name.

"Don't let him in." Meng Baiwen snorted.

Song Qiulan glanced at An Yun, then took a photo of Meng Baiwen: "It's almost OK."

Then he said to the servant, "Let him come in."

Meng Baiwen was angry, but he also knew that it was not right to scatter all his anger on Yan Zhi. The person who wanted to kill his daughter was Yan Liuping. I heard that Yan Liuping was very ill now and insisted on going to the company to keep an eye on him every day.

Haha, this old turtle thinks he can continue to hang out in the mall.

Yan Zhi came in with a wheelchair, and there were four bags hanging on it.

This time Zhong Yu did not follow in.

His always cold and indifferent face softened a little, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Uncle, aunt." He stepped forward, took one of the bags and handed it to Meng Baiwen: "This is a gift to my uncle."

Meng Baiwen refused to answer and was pinched by Song Qiulan.

Meng Baiwen felt pain and took it reluctantly.

"This is a gift to my aunt."

Song Qiulan took it in surprise.

She likes Yan Zhi very much. She is good-looking and excellent. She is very good-looking and has a special appearance with her baby daughter.

Of course, the most important thing is that my baby girl likes it.

An Yun was surprised. Yan Zhi actually brought a gift to her parents. What is he going to do?

Song Qiulan opened the gift and found it was a set of emerald jewelry.

"This is a limited edition set. I tried my best to buy it but I couldn't buy it. How did you buy it? It took a lot of effort?" Song Qiulan liked this dress very much.

Yan Zhi said humbly: "It doesn't take much effort, just my aunt likes it."

Song Qiulan was very happy and turned to see that Meng Baiwen was still smelling, so she pinched him again.

"I won't open yours yet."

Meng Baiwen had no choice but to take it out and take a look, and this glance was attracted.

He had a hobby, which was to collect some antique calligraphy and paintings. The gift from Yan Zhi was an out-of-print calligraphy and painting by famous ancient masters.

Meng Baiwen's face instantly eased a lot.

An Yun saw that Yan Zhi was a great deal, and both gifts were exactly what Meng Baiwen and Song Qiulan wanted, which showed that he prepared the gifts very carefully.

Suddenly she felt that she was valued.

Yan Zhi gave Meng Baiwen and Song Qiulan a gift not because he wanted to curry favor with the Meng family, but because it was her parents, and he wanted to gain the recognition of her parents.

The dean's mother was feeling a little uncomfortable these two days and was resting in the room. Yan Zhi handed the gift to the dean's mother to An Yun.

And Meng Yunfu's poems were also handed over to Song Qiulan.

So... everyone has gifts, she doesn't?

An Yun felt a little disappointed when he saw that Yan Zhi had no bags on his wheelchair.

Yan Zhi seemed to see what she was thinking, and smiled and took out an invitation letter and handed it to An Yun.

"The new company cuts the ribbon the day after tomorrow, and invites the big boss An Yun to attend the ribbon cutting ceremony."

Oh, by the way, Yan Zhi gave her a company.

The little loss in my heart instantly dissipated.

An Yun took it and a tiny diamond shining on the invitation seal.

Yan Zhi stayed for dinner. Meng Baiwen adhered to the traditional virtue of reciprocity and exchanged relations, took out a bottle of fine wine that had been treasured for many years and drank a few glasses with Yan Zhi.

Song Qiulan pulled An Yun and whispered.

"Xiaoyun, you are living at home with Lele and Dean. Your father will no longer stop Yan Zhi from meeting you. Look how happy he is now. He actually recognizes Yan Zhi's future son-in-law in his heart."

"Look, you live at home, and there are people taking care of Lele. The dean is in poor health and needs someone to take care of him. We also have a family doctor in our family, so we can do a check-up for the dean every week."

Song Qiulan was still persuading An Yun.

An Yun was also a little hesitant. Living in the Meng family is indeed good in all aspects. Meng Baiwen and Song Qiulan spoiled her very much. Meng Yunfu played with Lele every day, laughing and laughing.

The dean's mother was indeed well taken care of.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you still want to go back, mom respects your choice."

Song Qiulan didn't want her daughter to be too embarrassed, so she could only give up in disappointment.

"Okay, I'll continue to live at home."

Song Qiulan was surprised: "Really?"

"Yeah, really."

Song Qiulan hugged An Yun excitedly. If she hadn't been at the dinner table, she would have jumped to express her joy.

Meng Baiwen and Yan Zhi were talking about work, and as they chatted, they drank a few more drinks.

As a result, both of them got drunk.

Song Qiulan sent Meng Baiwen back to her room to rest, and Meng Baiwen muttered: "Isn't Yanzhi very good at drinking? He went wherever he went? Why did he fall down?"

He had seen Yan Zhi's alcohol tolerance, which was definitely better than him.

Meng Baiwen felt strange, but under the paralysis of alcohol, his mind could not think anymore, so he could only let his wife help him to the bedroom to rest.

Yan Zhi lay on the dining table and An Yun walked over.

"Speaking and knowing?"

"Um..." Yan Zhi turned his head and lay on his side, half of his face showed, a redness floated on his fair cheeks, his eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were like a palm-leaf fan.

An Yun took out his cell phone and called Zhong Yu.

Zhong Yu: "I'm still doing business outside. Can you please ask Ms. An to arrange a room for the boss to rest first?"

An Yun:...

The routine is so familiar.

She even had a little doubt that Yan Zhizhi was drunk or not.

Song Qiulan arranged for Meng Baiwen to go downstairs and saw Yan Zhi still lying there.

"Xiaoyun, please send me a message to the guest room to rest. It is not good for cervical spine to lie here."

An Yun had no choice but to push Yan Zhi to the guest room with a wheelchair.

She looked at the bed, then Yan Zhi, and said angrily: "I can't move you. Do you want me to find someone to move you into the bed?"

Yan Zhi opened his eyes, and the smile in his eyes was a little drunk.

"You are not drunk, indeed." An Yun beat him up in anger.

Yan Zhi held her hand: "I'm drunk, dizzy."

An Yun didn't want to pay attention to him.

Yan Zhi held her and refused to let go: "I want to sleep for a while. Without you, I have been insomnia for many days."

"What should I sleep in broad daylight?"

"I'm drunk..."

Yan Zhi's face was still filled with drunkenness, and a faint smell of wine lingered around him. An Yun felt like he was going to get drunk as well.

She bent down to help Yanzhi.

Yan Zhi slowly stood up with her strength and the wheelchair.

He listened to Mr. Qin and insisted on doing rehabilitation training, and now he can stand very steadily.

But as long as you move your steps, you will still fall down powerlessly
Chapter completed!