Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

How fast and thorough can people change their faces?
Assistant Li felt that if someone invited him to answer this question, he would be able to give a speech of thousands of words about his boss's change of face.

There is a saying that changing faces is faster than turning pages.

Assistant Li feels that his boss is interpreting this sentence with his own image.

He sent Mrs. Yan home before returning to the hospital. The third master Yan, who was still covered in hormones just now, had turned into a cold-faced president again.

Even if he was wearing a hospital gown, he was still the high-ranking, decisive Yan Sanye.

Assistant Li couldn't help sighing secretly in his heart, as expected, people are treated differently.

The treatment of Mrs. Yan and his little assistant is really different.

But Assistant Li is not bad at all. Although his face-changing skills are not as good as Yanzhou's, he has good control over his facial expressions.

He walked over and said respectfully, "Boss Yan."

Yan Zhou closed the book he was reading, "She's gone home already?"

"Yes, Mrs. Yan has been sent back."

Yanzhou said "hmm" before changing the tone, "Have you investigated that matter clearly?"

Mentioning this, Assistant Li's expression froze, "There are already some clues, and I believe there will be results soon."

Yan Zhou's face was condensed, and he ordered in a cool voice: "Investigate the matter as soon as possible. In a society ruled by law, murderers who intend to murder should not go unpunished."

No matter what, Zou Zhiyi was protected under his wings. His Mrs. Yan had his mark on her body, and no one could bully her under his nose.

The heating in the ward was fully turned on, but Assistant Li somehow felt a chill coming from behind.

He tensed up all over, "Yes."

Only then did Yanzhou's expression soften, and he reopened the book he hadn't finished reading just now.

Assistant Li backed out tactfully, and the moment he closed the door, his expression twisted for a moment, and he gritted his teeth, looking like he had a toothache.

Although he said the matter of racing that day was relatively easy in front of Yan Zhou, it was actually not that simple.

Even if they found out that the cause of the accident was man-made at the beginning, they knew very well that the tire that suddenly fell off during the drag racing process had been tampered with before.

But who moved the hands and feet?

Is he targeting Mrs. Yan or the owner of the car?
It's all problems.

What's more, the group of racing cars are all famous second-generation ancestors in Yancheng, and they all have a lot of background. How to get them to cooperate with the investigation is a headache.

After all, he can't afford to offend anyone.

It's like you are so hungry that you know that there are delicious food and wine on the cliff opposite, but you are a mortal body, standing on another cliff, you can only watch helplessly, scratching your heart and liver with hunger, just can't make it through .

How miserable.

But what's even worse is that even if he is starving to death, he still has to tell the boss next to him, it's okay, I'm not hungry, and I'll get you this delicious meal soon.

It's so miserable that I want to resign.

But no, he still counted on the boss to eat, and after silently feeling sorry for himself, he still had to bite the bullet and investigate.

Fortunately, fate was not so cruel to this poor little boy. After so much effort, things finally had some clues.

In fact, it's not as complicated as they thought, it's just a personal grievance. The city caught fire, and Mrs. Yan was considered a fish in the pond.