Last night, Yan Zhenzhen came back suddenly and said she wanted to get engaged.
The old man couldn't defeat her, so he asked people to check Ning Yiqun's information overnight. Unexpectedly, halfway through the search, a mess of photos was sent over.
The other party revealed his identity as a cowherd and sent several unsightly photos into compressed packages.
The old man only glanced at it and almost fell down on the spot.
In the study
"Two days ago, if you had taken away Yan Zhenzhen, I would have stopped." Song Xiang tried her best to straighten her back, even though her hands and feet were weak and her vision began to turn dark.
Yan Han, this bastard, messed around so much that she lost her temper at this time.
"After doing something like this, even if Xiao Yan is protecting you, do you think you can walk out?"
Song Xiang took a breath and spoke with difficulty: "At this time, you can still stand up for Yan Zhenzhen. You are really a good father."
"You are treating Zhenzhen like this just because you want me to give the remaining shares to Xiao Yan. But you are not his wife yet, so you are not afraid of making a wedding dress for others instead of making a futile effort?"
Song Xiang shook his head, his eyes mocking, "He is different from you."
Yan Zhenting stiffened slightly and looked at Song Xiang with wide eyes. He didn't expect her to speak so boldly today.
Song Xiang is indeed hot-headed, otherwise he would not have the guts to say such nonsense.
"You can transfer the shares to Yan Zhenzhen, which will only create the most dazzling scandal in the history of the Yan family. A hundred years from now, Yao Yiyi will take a huge sum of money and a famous daughter and remarry at will.
That can be considered a good thing you did in your later years."
"you!"
The old man couldn't bear it any longer, raised his crutch, and threw it straight in Song Xiang's direction.
Song Xiang's eyesight turned black and his body swayed with difficulty. There was no way he could hide.
There was a sound outside, but neither of them heard it. They only cared about the direction in which the crutches fell.
Bang!
Song Xiang was pulled back by a strong force, her feet were unstable, and she fell heavily, but she felt no pain. Her back pressed against the man's chest, and she immediately realized who it was.
The old man dropped his crutch with great force, but missed and only broke a small crystal fish tank.
"Stern cold..."
Why did he come? It was like falling from the sky.
The person in his arms was feeling hot all over, Yan Han was panting heavily, and he was scared, he was really close.
Outside the study, two groups of people were confronting each other, and the atmosphere was tense.
"Grandpa, this is not the first time." Yan Han looked at the person in his arms, his voice was cold, and he looked at the old man and said: "I said before, if you have something to do, come to me!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
The old man said three good things in a row, and his face turned red with anger, "The wings are hard, and they are coming for you, right?"
He walked out from behind the desk, almost dizzy with anger, raised his crutch, and hit Yan Han on him without hesitation.
Song Xiang hadn't fainted yet, so she subconsciously turned around and used her back to block him.
Yan Han didn't want to hide, but he was concerned about protecting Song Xiang and could only lead him back.
The crutch fell heavily to the ground and failed again.
Yan Zhenting was so angry that he gasped loudly, his breath was like a bellows, he raised his hand to point at Yan Han, and it was difficult to speak.
"Come...someone!"
Yan Song walked in.
The old man understands that everyone below is under control.
He covered his chest and fixed his eyes on Yan Yanhan's face.
The heir he chose was indeed excellent, and he was more capable than his father.
Song Xiang leaned in Yan Yanhan's arms, noticed the old man's state, and felt something was not good.
Needless to say, Yan Han knew it, so he picked her up and carried her to the sofa downstairs.
He was surrounded by his people, and no one dared to touch her.
When he returned to the study, the old man had already fallen down on the chair.
Yan Han walked over, and his grandfather and grandson looked at each other. Various emotions were mixed together. Yan Zhenting wanted to lift the crutch, but he had no strength.
"grandfather."
The old man wanted him to get out, but his voice didn't come out.
The next second, there was a thud and the sound of a solid knee hitting the floor.