marital love

When Yan Sui returned to the office, Nan Xu was already waiting inside.

Seeing him, she immediately stood up from the sofa and walked towards him, "Why did you hang up on me? I didn't answer both calls, I just wanted to ask—"

Before she finished speaking, Yan Sui suddenly raised his hand.

Nan Xu paused.

Yan Sui put down his hands, looked at her and said coldly, "Are you accusing me?"

Nan Xu was surprised, subconsciously denied: "No, I didn't mean that."

Yan Sui didn't seem to want to listen to her continue, the man's expression was cold, his brows were cold.

For a while, Nanxu felt like a stick in his throat.

After a few moments, did he give her some face.

Yan Sui said, "The signal in the elevator is not good."

Nan Xu looked at him, pursed her lips silently, and said slowly, "...um."

He sat down on the executive chair, put the box of shrimp dumplings on the desk, and took the time to straighten his cuffs before he said, "What's the matter, let's talk."

Nan Xu knew that he was already in a displeased posture, and she was still a little dazed, feeling that something was wrong with him recently, something was really wrong——

Can't help but wonder if it has something to do with his marriage partner.

My heart is sour and jealous.

In the end, he said with difficulty: "It's not a big deal, it's the Wen Yao who was interviewed by the intern before, I remember you eliminated her on the spot, and I saw her in the company before, and she became a new analyst who came not long ago .”

"Yeah." Yan Sui had no expression on his face. After smoothing his cuffs flat, he looked at the shrimp dumpling with an expression of joy and anger.

"Do you know about this?"

"know."

Nan Xu couldn't understand what went wrong, "I didn't interview her again, and logically speaking, she shouldn't be assigned to our group—"

The intercom phone in the office suddenly rang.

interrupted her voice.

Yan Sui connected, "What's the matter?"

It was transferred from the Secretary's Office, and Secretary Luo asked over there: "Mr. Yan, someone is looking for you downstairs."

"No time, not here."

Concise and concise.

"Okay, Boss Yan."

call ended.

Nan Xu stood there without moving, and did not continue to speak.

Yan Sui glanced at her sideways, and took the document beside him, "Do you have anything else to do?"

The implication is that she can leave if nothing happens.

Don't talk about meaningless things during working hours, whether personal or not.

How could Nan Xu not understand.

She lowered her head and her eyes flashed slightly, but she really remembered something, "There is a green cultivation and planting project at Chenguang Technology, do we need to participate? The prospect seems to be great, and many people are optimistic about it. If necessary, the company We can send people to investigate on the spot so that we can learn more about it.”

"Need not."

He is familiar with Chenguang Technology, which is a shell company listed under the name of his second grandfather. The name is resounding, but there is no improvement. Jump.

Nan Xu: "I heard that Gu's..."

She glanced at Yan Sui cautiously, "The adopted son is fighting for it."

Yan Sui lowered his eyes, his brows were slightly lowered, revealing a somewhat cold edge.

Nan Xu knew a little about Yan Sui and the adopted son of the Gu family.

Gu Xun, originally named Yan Xun, took Yan Sui's place and lived in Yan's family for 11 years. After Yan Sui returned, Yan Xun was sent to Gu's family, changed his surname to Gu, and raised him as an adopted son.

Now he is also holding great power. From a certain point of view, he and Yan Sui are incompatible with each other.

After a while, Yan Sui raised his eyes to look at her, his voice was distant, and even his eyes didn't fluctuate, "You don't need to worry about this matter, go out first."

Nan Xu turned her head three times at a time. Before leaving, she glanced at the shrimp dumplings on the desk and reminded him: "Then stop busy with work and eat your breakfast, so that your stomach won't hurt again."

Yan Sui seemed to nod his head, not knowing if he had listened to her words.

Nan Xu closed the door, and her face immediately became cold and ugly. She turned around and walked to the secretary's office, knocking on Secretary Luo's desk.

"Mr. Nan!"

She ordered: "You send a cup of coffee to President Yan's office now."

"Okay." Secretary Luo hurriedly turned around, walked a few steps and was stopped by Nan Xu.

"Forget it, bring the hot milk."

Secretary Luo was surprised, "Boss Yan?"

Nan Xu said in a cold voice, "Just do as I say."

Secretary Luo sighed inwardly, thinking that Mr. Nan might not be successful after eating gunpowder early in the morning, but he didn't dare to complain, and walked quickly.
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KZ Hall.

Wen Yumian came to the company early, and with the experience of the last time, she became arrogant and walked past the front desk this time.

The front desk obviously remembered her, with a false and friendly smile on his face, "Madam, is there anything I can do for you?"

Wen Yumian snorted coldly, and said softly, "I'm here to find you President Yan."

The color of the front desk does not change, and it is business-like, "Do you have an appointment?"

Wen Yumian stared immediately, "I'm your friend of Mr. Yan, what appointment do you need? Last time, Mr. Yan took me up personally, didn't you see it!"

The front desk maintains a good professionalism, "Sorry ma'am, Mr. Yan didn't give special instructions. If you need to see our Mr. Yan, you must make an appointment in advance."

Of course Wen Yumian didn't make an appointment in advance, she had a dance performance tomorrow night, so she specially invited Yan Sui to watch it today.

I thought I could go on the road with ease, but I didn't expect to be stopped again.

He gritted his teeth faintly, but he knew it was not good to make trouble this time.

After all, last time because of Wen Yao, she lost so much face.

She took out her mobile phone and said to the front desk braggingly, "Okay, then I'll call you Boss Yan right away!"

Front desk smiles.

Wen Yumian was triumphant, she already had Yan Sui's contact information, and she could be greeted to his office with just a phone call.

I have already figured out how to tell Yan Sui that the front desk is arrogant and hateful, and I should severely criticize Shi Yu for dismissal and warn her, and apologize for her disrespect!
As a result, it didn't get through once.

It didn't work twice.

She became a little anxious.

How did she know that earlier, Yan Sui had been called by Nan Xu one after another and stared suspiciously by Wen Yao, and he had impatiently put his phone on silent.

After the third disconnection——Wen Yumian raised her chin, "Boss Yan probably didn't bring his mobile phone with him, you, you call his office, saying that a lady surnamed Wen is here."

The front desk almost didn't laugh out loud, she held back her face so much that her face twitched, she couldn't maintain her business smiling face, she immediately lowered her head, suppressed the smile in her throat, and said as calmly as possible: "Okay, Wen Miss."

They saw the ghost, Mr. Yan didn't carry his mobile phone with him, and if he didn't answer it, he didn't answer it. This woman would make excuses for herself.

Laugh to death.

She called Yan Sui's secretary's office, but got a reply after a while.

Then she hung up the phone, saw the expectation in Miss Wen's eyes, and immediately became fierce and defensive when she met her.

bluff.

The receptionist has rich experience and has seen many people of all kinds, how can he not understand Wen Yumian's little thought.

When he was about to speak.

A person walked towards you.

The front desk was startled and smiled sincerely: "Good morning Assistant He."

He Chi smiled, "Morning."

Then he waved at her and walked a few steps aside, whispering some things.

The front desk nodded, everyone should come down.

He Chi quickly left again. Before leaving, he caught sight of Wen Yumian from the corner of his eye. He walked towards the man not far away with a blank expression, and said kindly, "Mr. Shen, this way please."

With He Chi's order.

So what the front desk originally wanted to say was that Boss Yan was not free to reply, but it immediately became: "Miss Wen, Boss Yan is not at the company today, he is on a business trip."

Wen Yumian's expression changed, she was very disappointed, and asked again unwillingly: "He's on a business trip again, where did he go?"

The front desk smiled: "Sorry, we don't know about the private itinerary."

The yin and yang were weird, causing Wen Yumian to give her a hard look.

Wen Yumian searched this time and found nothing, felt lonely, and walked out of the KZ building with a very unsightly expression.

She stomped her feet angrily, took out her mobile phone and prepared to call a car back.

The revolving door behind him opened, and there was the sound of sonorous and powerful footsteps in high heels, blowing past Wen Yumian with a gust of wind.

Wen Yumian frowned, very unhappy that the other party's sleeves brushed her arm, and was planning to argue with her.

The other party was on the phone, with a combination of urban style and sophistication, he seemed like a very difficult character to mess with.

Wen Yumian hesitated a little.

The woman looked down at the watch on her wrist, which was shining brightly in the sun.

Wen Yumian's eyes were straightened, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

She knew this watch was worth millions, and she didn't like it, but she never bought it, mainly because she had no money, and Jiang Shuliu wouldn't let her buy it.

I was fascinated by watching it, until the other party said a word.

"—By the way, you can check the background of that new analyst, yes, the one named Wen Yao."

Wen Yumian was taken aback, what's wrong with Wen?

"Well, send the information to my email when the time comes, and if anyone asks, just say random inspection."

Watching the woman walk away gradually.

Wen Yumian couldn't bear to follow up, and finally stopped the other party.

Nan Xu turned her head and looked at the strange woman in front of her.

A friendly smile appeared on Wen Yumian's face: "Hi, may I ask if it was Wen Yao you were talking about on the phone?"
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When He Chi and Shen Changrong went up, they happened to meet Secretary Luo walking towards the office with hot milk.

He walked over, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Secretary Luo was startled, first greeted her, and then replied, "Hot milk."

He Chi asked: "Is there a customer in the office?"

Secretary Luo looked blank: "No."

"Then who do you give this milk to?"

Secretary Luo: "Boss Yan."

He Chi's eyebrows darkened: "Don't you know that Mr. Yan can't drink milk?"

Secretary Luo was even more at a loss, "President Nan ordered it."

He Chi said coldly: "Boss Yan has a bad stomach, so he can't drink, so he poured it out, and brought in another coffee."

Secretary Luo: "...Yes."

She walked towards the tea room, looked at the hot milk on the tray, and felt like crying.

She really doesn't know.

No one told her.

Also, since I have a bad stomach, why don't I drink coffee? Wouldn't that make my condition worse?
She couldn't fathom or understand her boss's heart.

Shen Changrong heard it clearly from the side: "Huai Xu has a stomach problem?"

He Chi knew about his relationship with Yan Sui, so he didn't hide it, but he didn't say it fully and carefully: "It's just some small problems, which were caused by staying up late in the early years, and now they are much better."

He has been working with Yan Sui the longest, and he knows a little about his relationship with the Yan family.

Yan Sui is the top priority, and in the eyes of some people, it is a thorn in the flesh. Once there is a problem with his physical condition, it means that he has given other people an opportunity to take advantage of, which is tantamount to pushing himself to the top. cliff.

Therefore, regarding his health, he has always been very private and rarely talked about it to the outside world.

When Shen Changrong heard the words, he understood very well.

The eldest grandson of the Yan family who is the most authoritative and capable, has a very high reputation, but he is not so easy to be.

Especially after the accidental death of Yan Sui's parents, because no bones were found, it is impossible to find out whether he fell into the sea and died or disappeared.

It's just that the mainstay of the Yan family fell overnight, and all the burdens and pressures were placed on Yan's body.

Since he was 20 years old, he has been licking blood on the tip of a knife, and every step is difficult and cautious.

When Shen Changrong entered the office, Yan Sui was having breakfast.

He glanced at the slightly shabby transparent box, "This is all you eat?"

Yan Sui said flatly, "Enough."

Shen Changrong glanced at him with a smile, "I didn't see it, you still have a bird stomach."

He Chi took the man to something and left first.

The space was spared, and he waited for Yan Sui to finish his breakfast in a leisurely manner before talking about serious business.

The wet wipes wiped the man's slender fingers without haste. His movements were slow, serious, and casual, "It's hard to make a trip for my uncle today."

Shen Changrong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to mention it, "It's a trivial matter, if others know that I run for the grandson of Yan's parents, they don't know how envious they are for having this opportunity to get close to you."

Yan Sui smiled lightly.

The two chatted about work matters.

Secretary Luo brought over the coffee, followed by Shen Changrong's.

He can be regarded as a frequent visitor here, and Secretary Luo can figure out his preferences.

Shen Changrong is self-cultivating and likes drinking tea.

Compared with Yan Sui's rich and bitter coffee, it is much better.

As an elder, he still spoke a few words of concern: "I heard from Xiao He that you have a bad stomach. It's best not to touch this thing. It's very irritating, which is like making things worse."

Yan Sui looked indifferent, "Drinking is not as much as usual, it's just a long-term habit, and it's hard to change for a while."

Shen Changrong nodded, and did not forget to mention what his wife told him to bring before coming: "Your aunt told you that you should spare time anyway to accompany her to a dance performance."

Yan Suiqian took a sip of the coffee, he frowned, put it down, and stopped touching it. He remembered that his aunt really liked things related to dancing, and said casually, "Who do you value, why don't you come forward to deal with it?"

In the past, Xiao Bichen also had a favorite dancer, like the kind of innocent, hard-working, but lacking luck and background, she would come forward to help, and she cherished her talent very much.

Shen Changrong: "No, it has something to do with you."

"I?"

After thinking about it for a while, Yan Sui made a good guess.

related to marriage.

He rubbed his forehead with quite a headache, "Auntie is really in a hurry."

Shen Changrong laughed loudly, still defending his beloved wife: "Her temperament has always been like this. I sometimes doubt whether she and your mother are really like sisters, and they are completely different in their movements."

Yan Sui's parents were taboo in Yan's family, but not in front of him.

He thought about it, probably one followed his grandfather and the other followed his grandmother.

Just like their names, one took the grandfather Jiang's surname, elegant and quiet, and the other took the grandmother Xiao's surname, with a strong personality.

But whether it is between grandparents or sisters, the relationship is excellent.

When Yan Sui was young, Xiao Bichen helped him a lot, and he respected her very much.

Shen Changrong added: "By the way, go home and have a meal."

This family naturally refers to the family of Shen Changrong and his wife, not the Yan family.

Yan followed suit.
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Throughout the morning, Wen Yao was not in a good mood.

Probably because I didn't sleep well last night, my right eyelid twitched from time to time.

As long as she recalled those bizarre and lingering things in her dream, Wen Yao would get goose bumps all over her body, and her face would turn red as if she had been put into a steamer.

However, the old man has something to say, the left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster.

When Wen Yao went to the tea room to pour water, when he was yawning and his eyes were blurred with tears, he accidentally poured boiling water on the back of his hand.

Immediately, she screamed and jumped in pain.

This is really painful to tears.

I quickly flushed cold water and dealt with it urgently, probably because I have learned from the past, and there are scald medicines in the medicine box in the pantry.

Later, Wen Yao looked at his red and swollen back of his hand, which did not affect much area, and sighed to himself how unlucky he was, fortunately he had dealt with it in time, otherwise there would be blisters and festering, just thinking about Wen Yao made his flesh hurt.

Go to work absent-mindedly, go to the cafeteria to eat, and then go to lunch break.

In the afternoon, Wen Yao got up after waking up in the lounge, looked at the back of her hand that was still swollen, and raised her hand to press the still beating right eyelid from time to time.

She felt that the words of her ancestors may not be true. The jumping for money and disaster were purely eye muscle spasms caused by lack of sleep.

She went to pour a glass of water, and when she came out, she saw many people gathered around the sofa and chatted about something.

Tang Meng was also inside.

Wen Yao walked over with her mug, "What are you talking about?"

Tang Meng saw her and smiled, "You're awake."

As he spoke, he moved aside and pulled her to sit down with him.

Someone said: "It's gossip, don't you read Weibo, there is a big news today, that Qiming, do you know? The cake maker, there is a murder case!"

Wen Yao's fingertips gripping the body of the cup tightened abruptly, the smile on his face froze instantly, his nerves tensed suddenly, and his voice was inexplicably astringent: "...What murder? I haven't looked at my phone yet, so I don't know much about it."

Tang Meng explained from the side: "It's just that someone was poisoned after eating their food, and then died. The downhill road, this time it has stabbed a hornet's nest, and the countless saliva probably drowned Qiming."

In the end, Tang Meng concluded: "This Qiming probably really won't work."

Wen Yao's face gradually turned pale. Holding the mug, she took a sip of water with difficulty.

Then he stood up abruptly in a panic.

Startled the others.

Tang Meng was also frightened, "What's wrong with you? Your face suddenly looks so ugly? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Wen Yao pulled her lips weakly, "No, I just suddenly remembered that I still have some things to deal with, so I'll go to the work station to have a look now."

Tang Meng blinked, "Then you go, it's really hard work, I think about work during the rest time..."

After Wen Yao left, they continued to gossip.

"What are these hot searches? It's a natural and man-made disaster. My goddess broke her leg while filming. My heart aches for me!"

"That's Lin Anhe? The new Xiaohua, right?"

"That's right, that's her. Now she has been transferred to the Central Hospital. Alas, the beauty is still a beauty even with injuries. I envy you."

The woman sitting opposite Tang Meng was holding a mobile phone, and suddenly put the mobile phone in front of everyone as if she had discovered some new world.

"Look, Qiming's big boss is named Wen, and it's the same surname as Wen Yao, what a coincidence."

Tang Meng glanced at her disapprovingly, "What's so strange about this, my male god Wen Tingyun's surname is Wen."

"Didn't Sister Meng always like handsome guys? But why did I hear that Wen Tingyun is ugly?"

Tang Meng dismissed it and snorted: "What's wrong with being ugly? What I love is his talent."

Someone covered their mouths and snickered and teased: "Wen Bacha's talent for obscene words and erotic words?"

Tang Meng raised the pillow next to her and stared: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

He stood up and patted the shoulder of the person next to him, urging him: "Walk around, go to work, there are so many ppts that have not been changed and the manuscripts have not been sorted out, and I am so busy that I am still talking about it here."

These people have a good relationship with her, and they all stood up with smiles, and they went back and forth.

Wen Yao was sitting at the work station, her hand holding the phone was shaking.

She looked at the comments under the hot search, her breathing was tight, and her eyes turned black.

If grandpa was still there, how disappointed he would be if he knew that Qiming would be here today.

Countless insults and responsibilities poured in overwhelmingly.

The water that Wen Yao drank before turned sour in her stomach, making her want to vomit.

There is also the pain in the hand, as if all the pain is magnified in an instant.

The pain caused her to sit under the air conditioner, with fine sweat dripping from her forehead.

She bit her lip, clutched her stomach, and lay down on the table, breathing heavily and heavily.

She knows she knows!

Qiming will not end well in the hands of Wen Xuemin, he is not worthy of being a good father, let alone the leader of a company!
Wen Yao clenched her fists tightly, as long as she was still around, she would definitely not let grandpa's painstaking efforts be ruined by others.

There was a lot of noise about Qiming's murder, and his uncle knew about it, so he called to inquire.

Wen Yao calmed down, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with a tissue, "It's okay, uncle, don't worry, Wen Xuemin knows what to do."

Her relationship with Wen Xuemin was not good, and her uncle knew about it all along, and would never persuade her to fall in love with Wen Xuemin. Wen Yao called Wen Xuemin by his first name in front of her uncle, not once or twice.

Uncle knew Wen Yao well, knew that she was a tough and extremely independent child.

"Well, if you have any difficulties, just tell uncle, uncle can solve it, and he will do his best."

Wen Yao held back her nasal voice, "Well, good."

When it was time to go to work, Wen Yao had already returned to her normal mood and focused on her work.

The nerves were tense all the time.

Later, her head hurt a little, and she couldn't stand the pain, so she stopped for a while.

Tang Meng hurried past her work station with the documents in her hand. Seeing her pale face, she immediately touched her head with her hands in fright, "Wen Yao, what's wrong with you? Please remember to tell me if you feel uncomfortable. hold on!"

Wen Yao flicked her hands, and said weakly: "I'm really fine, just take a breath and take it easy."

Tang Meng withdrew her hand, feeling that her head was cold and her face was particularly ugly. She somehow remembered that night in Jindu.

The day Wen Yao fainted after coming out of the conference room and was carried away by President Yan.

She could see clearly from behind, Wen Yao didn't pretend to touch the porcelain to Mr. Yan's successive women as usual, but she really fell straight forward. If Mr. Yan hadn't had quick eyesight and hands to hold her up, she might really have a broken head blood flow.

She was still a little worried, after all, the superior pointed her out to her, "Don't talk about slowing down, I think you are almost out of breath."

His face was pale just now, but now he looks livid.

It looks like a corpse.

Tang Meng watched Wen Yao's hands on the table trembling unconsciously.

Someone outside was calling Tang Meng, Tang Meng turned her head, "Come here."

Wen Yao smiled weakly at her, "Sister Meng, go and do your work, don't worry about me, really, I just have hypoglycemia, just take it easy."

Tang Meng was really busy and didn't have time to bother with her, so she asked the person next to her to help deliver the glucose.

Right now everyone is as busy as a war, after all, the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and people are always busy around holidays.

After the man delivered the glucose, he took another look at Wen Yao, and seemed to be frightened by her expression, and was stunned.

Wen Yao said softly, "Thank you."

"No, you're welcome."

Then back to work.

Wen Yao knew that her symptoms had nothing to do with hypoglycemia, but she still drank the stick of glucose.

Not abated.

A while later, someone Wen Yao didn't know well came over and asked her to go to Mr. Nan's office.

"President Nan?"

"Yes, it's the VP of our group." The man glanced at Wen Yao with a strange look in his eyes.

Wen Yao didn't care about anything else, she stood up with the table, she swayed, and quickly stabilized herself, she swallowed her throat: "Do you know why she is looking for me?"

"I don't know."

"Okay, thank you."

But she didn't know where Nan Xu's office was.

The person who brought the message had other things to do, so he didn't have time to take her to Nan Xu's office.

Wen Yao leaned on the wall all the way to find it.

Walking through the corridor, taking the elevator, and walking again, within a few minutes, she was actually sweating profusely.

Upon arrival, she knocked on the door.

A woman's capable and concise voice came from inside, "Come in."

Wen Yao pushed the door open and entered.

She tried her best to keep her figure steady, her voice trembling slightly: "Mr. Nan, do you have anything to tell me that you called me here?"

Nan Xu sat at the desk, raised her chin slightly, although she was sitting, she looked at Wen Yao with a bit of arrogance, her gaze was full of unceremonious scrutiny and scrutiny.

The woman not far away does have a beautiful face, even the woman finds it amazing. Is it this face that makes Yan Suixin soft?
Nan Xu didn't quite believe it.

But he said calmly: "Well, I really want to ask you something when I came here."

Nan Xu's gaze made Wen Yao feel very uncomfortable. The feeling of being stared at made her hair stand on end, her teeth were knocked down, her brain seemed to be a little hot, as if something was rushing up, and a short-term loss of sound appeared in her ears .

She was in a daze, looking at Nan Xu with unfocused eyes.

Faintly saw her mouth opening and closing up and down, saying something, but couldn't hear clearly.

"...are you listening to me?"

"Wen Yao, Wen Yao?"

Nan Xu's complexion had already darkened, she felt that this Wen Yao was really audacious, despised the boss, and had no employee discipline, she really didn't know what was the use of such a person recruiting the company.

She wasted her tongue, but the other party didn't give any response at all.

It was rare for Nan Xu to meet such a person who showed her face, and she was furious for a while.

He patted the desk and reprimanded: "Wen Yao, what kind of attitude is this? If you don't want to do it anymore, pack up and leave now!"

Her heartbeat gradually stalled, her ears were clear for a moment, and her voice was blind for a moment. Hearing Nan Xu's reprimand, the blood in her whole body seemed to be flowing backwards. "

Nan Xu felt that he had already given her face, but she was still so ignorant and provoked her.

"Wen Yao, I don't care what means you use to get into KZ, as long as I'm in the company for a day, it's absolutely impossible for you to spread your smoky atmosphere into the company..."

Nan Xu stared at Wen Yao with deep and sharp eyes, with a stern tone.

Then she saw Wen Yao took two steps back.

Nan Xu's face suddenly changed.

In an instant, what she didn't expect was that Wen Yao fell down like this.

It hit the ground heavily, with a dull and dull sound.

The Nanxu people were all shocked.

After reacting, he immediately stepped forward, squatted down and patted her, with a hesitant tone: "Wen Yao?"

It was also the first time Nan Xu encountered such a situation, "Wen Yao, wake up."

She first checked Wen Yao's heartbeat, but couldn't tell whether it was normal or abnormal, so she quickly called the emergency number and quickly reported the address.

Then, among those who pressed Wen Yao, there was no response, they were still breathing, and they were worried about listening to her heartbeat. Nan Xu didn't dare to touch Wen Yao while she was waiting, and opened the window to let fresh air in.

Fortunately, 120 came very quickly. When Wen Yao was carried out of Nanxu's office by the medical staff, it attracted the attention of many people, and even caused a sensation on several floors.

As the boss, Nan Xu was also the last person to see Wen Yao, so he naturally had to follow him to the hospital.

After she arrived at the hospital, she couldn't believe that a living person just passed out in front of her, and now she is still in the emergency room.

When the doctor came out, Nan Xu immediately stepped forward, "Hi doctor, I want to ask how the person who was sent in before is doing now?"

"The situation has stabilized." The doctor said truthfully, and asked her, "Are you the patient's family?"

Nan Xu shook her head: "No, I'm a colleague in her company."

Doctor: "That's right. Although the patient's condition has stabilized now, there are still some issues that need to be discussed with her family members in person. You can contact her family members as soon as possible so we can discuss the following matters."

Nan Xu asked again: "Is she sick?"

Doctor: "Sorry, this is patient privacy."

Nan Xu nodded, understanding.

Wen Yao's family——

Nan Xu thought that the woman who talked to her in the morning seemed to be Wen Yao's younger sister, and she also gave her her contact information.

She saved it.

Nan Xu found out the phone number and went to a quiet corner to call it.
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Qiming broke the scandal of food poisoning causing death, and it has become a trending search. All the big yellow V and blue V are reposting comments, and it is obvious that someone is following the rhythm.

It can also be regarded as an old-fashioned dessert and cake company in China, and it is the memory of most people's childhood. Now that such scandals have occurred, many netizens have stepped down and splashed dirty water, making a big splash on the Internet. In less than 10 minutes, Qiming became The target of public criticism is completely notorious.

Yan Sui also received the news immediately.

He called He Chi, "You did it?"

He Chi immediately denied it: "No, I just put pressure on you symbolically according to your instructions, and put the matter of acquisition on the process."

Yan Sui has worked with him for many years, and he also knows what kind of person he is, so it is impossible to betray him, or distort and fabricate his orders without authorization.

He Chi guessed: "Although Qiming is not as good as before, it is still a big cake after all. It should be that other people are also eyeing it."

Yan Sui was noncommittal.

Because it's already obvious.

He Chi did things quickly and neatly, and soon found out who was behind the scenes.

When Yan Sui heard those two words, he was not surprised at all, "There are also such sneaky things that only he can do."

It was Gu Xun.

Moreover, He Chi also found out one thing, glanced at Yan Sui, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said the matter, "He seems to be targeting Miss Wen's family."

Yan Sui's expression froze, and his gaze swept over coldly.

He Chi whispered: "It is said that he let go of the word in the circle and took her down in a week."

Yan Sui scolded coldly, his eyes darkened: "Idiots talk about dreams."

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the surrounding towering and superior buildings.

After pondering for a moment, the man said slowly, "Hold on for now, and wait for them to toss around for a while. There is cooperation between Wen Xuemin and Yan Erye, and Gu Xun also jumped in at this time. It can barely be saved, but if you try to die and get in, you will end up with nothing but money.”

He Chi stood behind him: "Then our acquisition plan..."

He felt that if they pressed too hard, if they rebounded and turned Qiming into an empty shell with heavy debts, wouldn't it be worth the loss for them, and it would be a loss-making business.

This is not in line with Mr. Yan's behavior.

Yan Sui rubbed his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking, and glanced down unintentionally.

His eyesight was good, and he could see the small but conspicuous ambulance downstairs.

He asked in a flat voice, "What happened downstairs?"

He Chi was rarely in a daze, "I don't know."

Yan Sui looked away, "The ambulances are here."

He Chi looked at his face, and was a little confused for a while: "How about I ask?"

Yan Sui stopped him: "No need."

He doesn't need to waste his mind on insignificant things, and there are many things waiting for him to deal with.

In the following time, Yan Sui talked about work matters and schedule with He Chi.

Secretary Luo came in holding the document for Yan Sui to sign. She glanced at Yan Sui cautiously, but hesitated to speak.

Yan Sui didn't feel it.

He Chi saw it, and quickly winked over.

Secretary Luo shivered violently and became a mute.

After going out, she was still thinking about it. Boss Yan and Boss Nan had a very good relationship. If she knew about it and didn't report the accident to Boss Nan, how would she answer when she was asked later?

No, it's not that something happened to Mr. Nan, it's because something happened in Mr. Nan's office...

It was quiet in the office.

Only the occasional sound of flipping through files, or the occasional sound of typing on a computer keyboard.

Very slight.

He Chi took a sneak peek at Yan Sui, the negotiations were almost done, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

It seemed really too quiet.

Yan Sui put down the things in his hand, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he finally remembered something, he took out the phone from the drawer.

Seeing his actions, He Chi understood.

He was also wondering what was wrong today. It turned out that Mr. Yan's cell phone hadn't rang, and it used to ring almost every once in a while.

Yan Sui looked at the missed calls, and sure enough there were quite a few, including Song Yicen's.

He frowned slightly.

Then find WeChat.

Song Yicen also sent several messages in succession.

It was around ten o'clock in the morning.

Song Yicen: Lin Anhe was injured during filming, and now she has been transferred to the Central Hospital. I am not in Lingchuan, so go and see her for me.

No reply.

After one o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Yicen:?You ran away?

two o'clock.

Song Yicen: Mr. Yan, if you are kidnapped, you will deduct 1, and I will ask the black cat police to rescue you.

47:[-].

Song Yicen:?

03: 30.

Song Yicen:! ! !Wen Yao went to the hospital and was rescued! ! ! ! ! !
Yan slid here with his finger and gave a sudden pause.
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The incident of poisoning and death made Qiming's entire internal staff panic, and shareholders' meetings were held one after another to solicit ways to deal with this incident.

Wen Xuemin's secretary came several times, saying that the hot searches on the Internet could not be suppressed, and they were getting more and more fierce.

"Why can't I press it down! Is the money not in place? How much do you want? Go to the finance department!"

Wen Xuemin's face changed suddenly, showing fierceness, as if he was annoyed by the secretary's unfavorable handling of affairs.

In front of all the shareholders, the secretary couldn't speak directly, so he leaned over and lowered his voice: "Mr. Wen, the company's finances are already in deficit!"

With Qiming's slanderous scandals in recent years, the company's asset-liability ratio has gradually exceeded the warning line. Even if the company's short-term realizable assets are added up, it cannot make up for this gap.

Now that this kind of incident is happening again, it is very likely that Qiming will not even be able to pay the staff salaries, and is on the verge of bankruptcy.

Wen Xuemin is not a hothouse girl who doesn't know anything. After all, he has been immersed in the shopping mall for many years, and he knows that someone will make trouble and even add fuel to the flames. He just wants to see Qiming go bankrupt.

It can be seen with the naked eye that if Qiming doesn't handle it well this time, it might really be over.

Wen Xuemin was dizzy for a while, and fell down.

The secretary quickly supported him, and was also very anxious: "Mr. Wen, what should we do now!"

Wen Xuemin rubbed his forehead, clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently.

What to do, what to do, he also wants to know what to do!
Don't count on this group of shareholders who only know how to get dividends and enjoy benefits!Many people have already had a different intention and wanted to sell their equity and run away.

Now the fire is imminent, and I can't sit still for a long time. I have argued with Wen Xuemin several times, and he is so angry that he almost has high blood pressure.

There was nothing to do in the end, Wen Xuemin could only rest first.

When you get back to the office, contact someone who can help.

Now Qiming is like a plague, whoever occupies it will be unlucky.

Help is false, but jokes are true.

It is fantastic to be able to lend a helping hand.

Wen Xuemin was so angry that he raised his hand and smashed the phone on the spot, sending a big fire.

Not long after, the phone rang.

Wen Xuemin was startled, and quickly picked it up to read.

Finding out that it was Jiang Shuliu's call, she threw it away again.

Waiting for the bell to die down, it rang again a short while later.

Wen Xuemin's face was full of anger, after all, he picked up his mobile phone to connect, gnashed his teeth and said, "Say!"

Over there, Jiang Shuliu cried, "Husband, Yaoyao is in the hospital!"

Wen Xuemin frowned, "Go to the doctor as soon as you enter the hospital. What's the use of looking for me? I'm busy now, so don't call me if you have nothing to do!"

After finishing speaking, he hung up directly, put down the phone, and wiped his face in a gloomy manner.

Now he only sees benefits and future in his eyes, who cares about his dead wife's daughter.

After he calmed down, he remembered that he still had a hole card in his hand.

Then he picked up the phone again and called someone.