good night warlord

Zhan's consortium, the top-level president's office.

The coldness of autumn night was isolated by the glass curtain wall. During the war, Yan stood behind the curtain wall, overlooking the busy traffic under the building. The neon lights of the city were like a giant dragon, winding brightly in the night.

The office is very quiet, and the phone rings very clearly in such a space.

It was a call from his subordinates. During the war, Yan tapped the screen and answered:
"Sir, the test results have come out. We have investigated the purchase channel, and Gong Yimian has indeed purchased it."

Yan pursed his lips during the war, Gong Yimian had only purchased it, and could not directly prove that Gong Yimian was the mastermind, what's more, he had already received news that the wartime seal had been sent to the funeral parlor for cremation, and it was even more impossible for him to buy it because of a purchase. The historical record of the crime of putting the palace to sleep.

There was no monitoring or trace of Li Qiao's death, and no real evidence could be found.

And the dietitian who tried to poison himself but poisoned himself has a severely damaged brain and has become a fool, so he can't provide evidence.

Obviously everything is related to Gong Yimian, but from a legal point of view, there is no way to prove that Gong Yimian is guilty.

"Did the people following Gong Yimian find anything unusual?"

"Gong Yimian went to the Charity Federation today, hoping to withdraw half of the donation, but was rejected by the president. Gong Yimian left very angry, and there was nothing wrong with the rest."

"I see, remember, don't let her see Gong Qing." Wartime Yan warned.

He did it just to be on the safe side, no one knew Yi Baoer's identity now, only Gong Qing got along with Yi Baoer more times, so during the war Yan was worried that Gong Qing, who had calmed down inside, would guess the clue.

"Understood, sir, sir... don't we need to do anything? Gong Yimian is just a woman, so it's not difficult to solve it."

During the war, Yan squeezed the phone.

He could indeed get rid of Gong Yimian quietly, but he had to admit that what Zhan Shifeng said really affected him.

No one can say for sure about retribution.

Nothing is important now, Yi Baoer and the three unborn babies are the most important thing, he dare not take the slightest risk.

During the war, Yan made a decision and ordered:
"No, keep an eye on her, report her whereabouts to me every day, and let me know immediately if there is anything unusual."

"Yes, President."

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Shiyan looked at his phone. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. Because he pretended to be in a vegetable state, he had already accumulated a lot of company affairs. .

At this time, I don't know if she fell asleep or not.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone in his hand rang again.

Seeing that the caller ID was Moran's name, the corners of his tightly pursed lips overflowed with tenderness:
"Yi Bao'er, are you still asleep?"

"The babies are clamoring for Daddy's voice, can you tell them a story now?"

"prenatal education?"

"OK."

Across the screen and distance, he seemed to be able to think of her lazy and beautiful appearance now, and he smiled lowly in his throat:
"Do they want to hear it, or do you want to hear it?"

"The baby wants to hear it, and the baby's mommy wants to hear it too, is that okay? My dear husband."

Her current voice, before taking out the voice changer, called her husband in a hoarse and soft voice, full of charm, the man swallowed his Adam's apple, turned around, relaxed his long body, leaned against the curtain wall, and slowly Slowly start telling the story:

"One summer more than [-] years ago, a boy took a little girl on his third birthday to the beach to play. The little girl was chubby, with baby fat on her face. She was wearing a pink swimsuit, like a pink little girl. Meat dumplings, very cute.

She picked up a lot of shells on the beach, and stuffed them all into the little boy's hands for him to help, saying that she would go back and make shell necklaces, and then wear the shell necklaces to marry.

The boy asked her: who do you want to marry with the necklace on.

The little girl said: Marry you.

The boy was so surprised that all the shells he was holding fell off.

The boy was in a hurry to pick up the shells, but when he looked up again, he found that the little girl was gone. The boy hurried to look for it, and he found it soon.

When he found the little girl, the little girl was staring at a couple who were kissing. The boy hurriedly pulled the little girl away to prevent her from looking.

The little girl asked curiously: Why is the big brother hugging his big sister and licking it, like licking a popsicle? Is the big sister sweet?can i lick you

The boy didn't know how to answer, so he had to say: Big brothers and big sisters can only do that when they are going to get married. I am your brother, you can't lick.

The little girl was dumbfounded, and was dragged away by the boy with half understanding.

That day, the two of them played on the beach for a long time. The boy washed up and went to bed soon after returning to the place where he lived, but he woke up not long after.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the corner of the little girl's mouth dripping with saliva lying on his head, her two short hands were still holding him firmly, and she gnawed it off.

The boy turned his head hastily, his face was covered with the little girl's saliva, and asked in surprise: You don't sleep in the middle of the night, why did you come to my room?

The little girl looked serious: I want to see if your face is as sweet as a popsicle. I tried it and it tastes good.

The boy said anxiously: You can't do this, I'm your brother.

The little girl climbed down from him, and replied solemnly: "It's not my real brother, aren't we going to get married?"I will marry you sooner or later.

The boy knew that she didn't know what marriage was, and what marriage was, and he only thought she was doing it for fun, so he just declared that he was not allowed to saliva his face without hygiene.

But later, as long as the two of them play together, the boy will be woken up by the little girl licking at night. The boy warns the little girl not to do this next time, but the little girl doesn't remember at all. Next time it will be the same, with saliva The boy's face was muddled.

Yibaoer, the story is over. "

The man's gentle voice echoed around the eardrums through the earpiece, interweaving into a warm, beautiful and innocent picture.

Gu Qingyi who was lying on the big bed had a pink face and was breathing quickly.

Needless to say, the boy in this story is him, and the little girl is himself.

Although it was 20 years ago, she really remembered it after being told by him.

Uh, even though he felt sweet in his heart that he remembered her so clearly, she still felt a little ashamed for being thin-skinned.

Gu Qingyi cleared her throat pretending to be serious and said:
"Well, although it's a very sweet story, it's not very suitable for babies to listen to." There is no such thing as prenatal education to tell love stories.

During the war, Yan lowered his eyes, not knowing that his wife was being stubborn, and his voice was low and hoarse, and the voice sounded bewitching:

"I'm telling you."

"..."

"Yi Baoer, you were the one who touched me first."