Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Jiang Mo and Yan Wanqing haven't confirmed their relationship yet, but almost the entire Yan family has acquiesced to the fact that they are together.

Yan Wanqing felt that she didn't need to explain to Yan Feifei.

The two walked around Yan Feifei and left.

Yan Feifei didn't go after him. Everyone in the old house knew Jiang Mo. She could find out his identity after a little inquiry, and she would just contact him when the time came.

As for Yan Wanqing, she didn't take her seriously, she was just a child who returned to Yan's house halfway, how could she be better than a native like her?

Yan Feifei felt confident that she could win Jiang Mo.

Jin Le watched the changes in Yan Feifei's facial expression, and the corners of her lips curled into an imperceptible arc.

He met Jiang Mo a few times, so he didn't know much about him, but he could see some of his character.

Not to mention this life, even the next life, he would never like a woman like Yan Feifei.

Yan Feifei noticed Jin Le and glared at him fiercely, "Little fool, what are you watching?"

Jin Le blinked his innocent eyes innocently, "Of course I'm watching your excitement."

Yan Feifei raised her hand aggressively to hit Jin Le.

Jin Le ran away like a slippery loach, and he deliberately walked on the stone-rich route.

Yan Feifei didn't dare to chase after her in high heels, as she tended to sprain her feet.

She stood there angrily and stamped her feet, did not visit the old lady, and left proudly.

The back of Yan Feifei's pink dress had a big mud stain, which was as funny as it could be.

This farce reached the ears of Mrs. Yan.

She opened her eyes and sighed helplessly, "Let's gradually distance yourself from Yan Feifei's family in the future."

Mrs. Yan believes in Buddhism, has been accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and usually takes good care of the offspring of the Yan family.

In addition, Yan Feifei was a girl, so the old lady pampered her a little more.

However, the essence of Yan Feifei and Xie Xuehui is the same.

The same arrogant and greedy, the same can't tolerate her Wanqing.

They couldn't tolerate Wanqing, and she couldn't tolerate them either.

The butler nodded: "Yes."

Mrs. Yan flicked the beads, "Did I ask you to contact the publishing house before?"

"I have contacted, but the other party does not want to sell my shares. I am trying to contact another potential publishing house."

"It doesn't need to have potential, as long as it is a publishing house, small publishing houses or those that are about to close down are easier to control."

Even if a potential or mature publishing house is acquired, it is only a name, and it will take a long time to fully control it.

Mrs. Yan doesn't care which publishing house he bought, she just hopes that the next time someone accuses her granddaughter of plagiarism, the immediate decision made by the publishing house is not to remove Wanqing's book from the shelves, but to defend it with strong evidence. her legal rights.

Furthermore, with the background of the Yan family, even if it is a publishing house that is about to go bankrupt, the old lady can bring it back to life and occupy the market as quickly as possible.

"it is good."

Hearing the words, the butler had a clue in his heart.

He contacted several publishing houses and finalized the acquisition as quickly as possible. Of course, Yan Wanqing didn't know what the old lady did for her.

She is now on her way to find Gao Xincheng.

The two tacitly did not mention Yan Feifei's matter.

Jiang Mo said: "Uncle Gao is not an ignorant person, as long as you explain your difficulties, I believe he can understand."

Yan Wanqing gave a low hum.

The phone rang abruptly in the car, Yan Wanqing's phone rang, and it was Gao Jianxin calling.

"Wanqing, I interrogated them for a long time, but I refused to admit it, but I'm sure that two of them had dinner with me."

Yan Wanqing had expected this result long ago.

"Uncle Gao, I understand, please run for a while."

Gao Jianxin said with guilt and shame: "Wanqing, don't say that. The fire in the factory was my negligence. Now I just hope that I can make up for it."

"Uncle Gao, don't think so much, I'll ask the driver to take you back."

Yan Wanqing hung up the phone, kneading her tired brows with her fingers.

Jiang Mo asked: "Are those people unwilling to admit it?"

A cold light flashed in Yan Wanqing's eyes, and she said firmly, "They will admit it."

The liquid in the needle tube that Lei Nuo gave her must be something unusual, and she did not believe that those few people would not be moved at all after witnessing the woman's miserable state.

To deal with this kind of hard bones, if you don't want to be tough, you have to use special methods.

……

Gao Xincheng did not go to the factory today.

Xiaoyan has a fever, so he takes care of his son at home.

What Gao Xincheng is most afraid of is Xiaoyan's illness. He is worried that his condition will deteriorate after he falls ill.

Under Yan Wanqing's conditioning during this period, Xiaoyan's body has gradually become stronger, but he has been busy with the factory these few days and neglected Xiaoyan, and the little guy fell ill again.

Gao Xincheng was particularly guilty.

Xiaoyan is well-behaved and sensible. Seeing Gao Xincheng's sad face, he stretched out his little hand to pat him, "Dad, don't be sad, Xiaoyan will get better soon."

Gao Xincheng sniffed, not wanting his son to be affected by his emotions, he said with a smile: "We Xiaoyan are the best behaved, you sleep, and the fever will subside tomorrow."

Xiaoyan was very sleepy because of the fever, he hummed lightly and closed his eyes.

Gao Xincheng couldn't bear it anymore, covered his mouth, and shed tears silently.

Mrs. Gao choked up and said, "Xincheng, stop being angry with Wanqing, call her to see Xiaoyan."

Xiaoyan's illness can only be cured by Yan Wanqing.

Gao Xincheng was still a little awkward, and Mrs. Gao emphasized her tone.

"Xincheng, think about your original intention of setting up the factory, isn't it to give me and Xiaoyan a better life?"

As Mrs. Gao spoke, tears flowed down her cheeks, "If something really happens to Xiaoyan, I won't have the will to live anymore."

What Gao Xincheng couldn't bear the most was the tears of his wife and son, and he clenched his hands tightly on his knees.

After a while, he got up abruptly and made up his mind, "I'm going to call Wanqing right now."

Compared with his son, nothing is a problem.

In the worst case, he will spend the rest of his life in this stewed meat shop, and will not start any factories anymore.

Before Gao Xincheng got the phone, there was a knock on the door in the courtyard.

Mrs. Gao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Call Wanqing, I'll answer the door."

Mrs. Gao took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions and opened the door, but the moment she saw Yan Wanqing, her tears were like water breaking a bank, and she burst into tears, "Wanqing, you are finally here."

When Yan Wanqing knocked on the door, she was still apprehensive, what if Uncle Gao didn't open the door for her, or turned her away.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be like this.

She hastily took out a tissue and comforted her: "Aunt Gao, don't cry, what happened, please tell me slowly."