The night is like ink, splashing down.

And on such a night, someone is destined to suffer from insomnia.

In Gu Mansion, it was a long time since Lan Ying and his servants finished cleaning up the study.

Xu Fang asked for instructions before he dared to leave.

I was about to step out of the door and saw Robi standing under the window of the study, looking up at something.

He approached and heard Robi mutter, "What kind of person do you think Vice President Jiang is?"

Xu Fang reached out and took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it away from the wind, took a nausea, and cheered up before saying, "A person with wings."

What kind of person can a woman who dares to jump down from a height of four or five meters?

Robi hit his tongue and looked at him. That glance revealed a lot of emotions.

Just such a ruthless character, should I marry him and become the great emperor to offer sacrifices?

"Let's go first." Before he finished smoking a cigarette, Xu Fang took the cigarette to the car. He only returned home after get off work at 11 o'clock.

Watching Xu Fangxuan go, Robi felt a chill when he thought of his husband's determination to Jiang Muwan.

In the bedroom of Gu Mansion, the man leaned on the shell chair with his eyes closed, his slender legs overlapping, and his slender fingertips fell on his knees. From a distance, his calm temperament was as stable as a landscape painting of a little old.

But when I looked up close, I saw that the man's thin lips were tightly pursed, his jaw was tight, and his fingertips that fell on his knees were slightly white.

After a long time, the man slowly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on his palms.

The touch of the full and grip seemed to remain in the palm of the palm, and the tender and smooth skin was like a broken and peeled egg, which made people imaginative.

After a moment, Gu Jiangnian stepped up and turned into the bathroom. The cold water rinsed down before pressing down the fire.

No hurry, even if Jiang Muwan has wings, he will still wrap her up.

The water droplets went down the glass of the shower room. The man raised his hand and wiped his face. Then he reached out and wrote the word ginger on the glass of the shower room.

That night, the tea room on the river bank.

Yang Yifan was sitting in the tea room in formal attire, and the person from the food inspection center was sitting opposite him.

The two of them gradually spoke up.

"Hongsuo," Yang Yifan spoke softly, reached out and lifted the teapot to pour tea for people, and his posture was very low.

Hongjian held up the cup with both hands, extremely modest.

After the tea is filled, Yang Yifan will speak, Hong Jian goes straight to the point: "Young Master Yang, don't make things difficult for me. It's not that I don't help me, I really dare not commit crimes against the wind. If the situation is small, why do you need to speak with my relationship with Young Master Yang? It's really important that this matter is important and the top people are suppressed."

If someone dies, who dares to help easily? If you investigate, you will probably not be able to take it.

Yang Yifan gently lit the teacup with his fingertips, and his lips always had a smile on his face. After hearing what the person said, he was not anxious. He said: "I will naturally not refute me to do something in a mess. I asked you out today to ask, you are well-informed in this area, how should we do the big things."

Others have turned big things into small things, but Yang Yifan spoke up because he wanted to turn big things into big things.

How can such a person be said to be an ambitious person?

Yang Yifan is good at marketing.

If there are not a few brushes, I am afraid no one will believe it.

Come with the mentality of letting Hongjian solve the problem, and seeking humbly if he fails to achieve the problem. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can bend and stretch.

"Young Master Yang also has to go to the family of the person involved. As long as they don't sue the fabric, it's just a matter of paying some money. Regarding the reputation of the company in the later stage, it is not difficult to turn defeat into victory with Young Master Yang's ability."

Give a solution pertinently and then give a thumbs up.

"With Young Master Yang's ability, turning defeat into victory is not difficult," said this, undoubtedly holding him and letting him go.

When Yang Yifan heard this, he smiled and said, "Brother Hong is so proud."

That night, when they left the teahouse, the two probably left separately to avoid suspicion.

But a person with a heart can catch the signs even if you go to heaven and into the earth.

The next day, the city was full of wind and rain, and the fabric wine industry was found to use expired wheat to make wine, which caused a series of follow-up problems, and it was also found that the person was poisoned and died.

Such a bad phenomenon spreads in the financial city of City C.

**** Once it swept over, it will more or less affect the innocent.

For example, early this morning, Jiang Lin was surrounded by reporters outside the Huazhong Gate when he was at work, and his face turned pale when he was slapped with a long spear.

[Mr. Jiang, please ask the fabric and wine industry whether you know about the use of expired wheat?]

[Mr. Jiang, your wife, Ms. Yang, is a shareholder of the fabric and wine industry. Is this matter related to her?]

The so-called good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.

Yang Shan's shareholding in the fabric and wine industry was like wings, flying into the ears of a group of reporters.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are birds in the same forest.

Everyone couldn't catch Yang Shan hiding in Mengxi Garden, but it was not necessarily impossible to stop Jiang Lin in Huazhong.

Upstairs, Jiang Muwan was flipping through the information in his hand. Someone knocked on the door, and she said in a gentle voice.

Seeing that the visitor had never seen him, he frowned slightly, as if he was afraid that he had forgotten something.

"Vice President Jiang, I am Gong Bo from the Marketing Department. We, Mr. Xia, have something to do, so let me give you a report."

Jiang Muwan knew it and stared at the person standing in front of him, "The food street project?"

"Yes," Gong Bo nodded and replied.

“Who is responsible for the food street case?”

"Mr. Xia."

"Are you involved?" she asked.

Questions and answers are just ordinary business, but this simple question makes the person standing in front of you pause.

He did not participate in this case, but if he told the truth, Vice President Jiang would be unhappy.

But if he lies, Vice President Jiang will investigate and he will be in trouble.

On one hand, there is the leader and on the other hand, there is his own future.

Seeing that Gong Bo was silent, Jiang Muwan reached out and turned the pen in his hand upside down. He tapped the desktop without any haste and slowly with the end of the pen, and quickly weaved a dense net in his mind.

After a moment, the person who was slapped by the marketing manager should have been angry, but at this moment, she smiled instead of anger, looked at Gong Bo who was a little cramped in front of her and smiled, leaning on the back of the chair with a thin body, and said warmly: "I haven't seen you today."

Gong Bo's surprised gaze fell on Jiang Muwan, and he was a little shocked.

How can this feeling be explained? It is probably because the God of Death is standing in front of you, and you feel that you will definitely die, but the God of Death smiled at you and said to ask you to go back. This is undoubtedly giving you a chance to live again!

Gong Bo was in a very complicated mood at this time.

Looking at the peerless face in front of me, I stuttered a little: "Jiang--Vice President."

"Yeah?" Her words rose slightly, with a bit of invisible tenderness and bewitchment in her tone.

"Thank you, Vice President Jiang," Gong Bo suddenly bowed to her ninety degrees, his passionate look undoubtedly thanking the reborn parents.
Chapter completed!