Wen Lan put down the phone and leaned lazily on the sofa.
There was a sense of contentment on her face, and she didn't know when she started to forget what it felt like to not be troubled by illness.
"Huh, overtime, since when did Mozart's piano music play in the hospital?"
Wen Lan glanced at the two Aegean Sea reservation dining coupons on the table, and a hint of unhappiness flashed through her narrow and charming almond eyes.
"Mr. Wen, can I come in?"
Outside the door, the sweet voice of secretary Chen Xue sounded.
Immediately, the office door opened, and Li Mi, wearing a professional skirt, walked up to Wen Lan with her long and beautiful legs.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Lan is restrained and lazy, exuding a powerful aura like a queen.
"Master Yan is here, saying he wants to see you." Li Mi said respectfully.
"Young Master Yan?"
Wen Lan raised her eyebrows: "Yan Qing's son, Yan Zihao?"
As one of the elders of the Hong Society, Yan Qing is known as the underground king of the Southern Capital. He and Wen Lan jointly control the Hong Society and claim to be the second most influential person in the Hong Society.
It can be said that the reason why she is able to control such a large Hong Society as a woman is not only due to her vicious methods, but also the help of Yan Qing, a veteran of the Hong Society.
Similarly, Yan Zihao is Tang Qingqian's suitor. Very early on, she and Yan Qing arranged baby marriages for two people, but their personalities were not compatible, and Yan Zihao went abroad to study business two years ago.
Management, so this matter has gradually been forgotten by everyone.
"Sister Lan, I'm here to see you!"
With hearty laughter, a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a white Armani suit, walked into the office.
He came in uninvited, acted extremely familiar, and touched Li Mi's hand with a smile: "Secretary Li, I haven't seen you for two years, and you have become more beautiful again."
Li Mi's pretty face flashed with anger, but she didn't dare to offend the prince, so she could only endure the discomfort and turned to look at Wen Lan.
"You go out."
Wen Lan spoke calmly, with a magnetic and beautiful voice: "When did Zihao come back? Why didn't you listen to your father?"
Seeing Li Mi turn and leave, Yan Zihao turned his head and put a smile on his face: "I just got off the plane, and I didn't even tell my father, so I came directly to you."
He lowered his eyes and glanced at Wen Lan's delicate body.
The slim-fitting cheongsam, the exquisite collarbones, the skin as delicate as a milkshake, and the face that brought disaster to the country and the people... Finally, his eyes stopped on the plump and cracking arc under the cheongsam.
"It's so damn cool. It's such a perfect shape that even those ocean horses in the United States can't compare."
"If we catch him..."
His eyes were greedy and he swallowed hard.
A touch of imperceptible disgust flashed across Wen Lan's eyes.
"Now that you're back, let's go see your father first. He must miss you very much."
Wen Lan's voice is light and her tone is alien to people thousands of miles away.
"Oh, I miss you. You are my future mother-in-law. We will live together in the future. My son-in-law wants to be closer to you."
Yan Zihao's eyes became more greedy, and Lai smiled and tried to grab the jade hand that Wen Lan put on the table.
But when he met Wen Lan's cold gaze, his whole body was shocked, and he took his hand back with a flattering smile:
"Where's Qing Qian? I haven't seen her in two years. I would like to invite you to have dinner with her tonight."
"I should work overtime at the hospital, I don't have time at night."
Wen Lan didn't even raise her eyes: "You'd better go see your father first. I've already told him that you are back."
Yan Zihao's face stiffened, then he nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll go see my dad first, and then I'll go find Qing Qian, and then I'll invite Sister Lan to have dinner with me."
He turned around with a smile on his face. When he walked out of the office, his smile faded and his eyes became sinister.
"Pretend that your mother is noble, and when the Holy Temple helps my father get control of Hongshe, both of you, mother and daughter, are waiting to lie on my bed and make you feel so happy!"
Watching Yan Zihao leave, Wen Lan tapped the table with her jade fingers, and then made a phone call: "Go to the hospital and protect the young lady."