Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

"What you said makes sense."

In the end, Mr. Yan nodded and agreed with his statement.

However, he thought of another thing, and couldn't help asking: "Yan Jing, you better give me an explanation for what you did at the cremation factory yesterday."

"This..." Yan Jingfeng narrowed her eyes, with a playful gleam in her eyes, and said, "I just want to see what it will be like for that man to watch his beloved woman being burned into ashes." Just a reaction."

"It's just nonsense!" Mr. Yan rushed up in one breath, patted the coffee table heavily with his palm, and scolded: "You just want to let everyone know that that woman is in your hands, right?"

"She is dead now." Yan Jing said slowly and reminded, ignoring the old man's anger directly.

He quietly added: "Chu Linchen wants to grab the gold medal, this is a meeting gift for him. When he comes out of grief, our Yan family has already won the gold medal from the military factory with that gold medal." Cooperation."

After a pause, the smile on his face deepened, and he said sinisterly, "As for him, Chu Linchen, where did he come from and where did he go back?"

As the last word fell, there was a sudden clatter in the study.

Bodhi beads scattered all over the ground.

Annoyed, Yan Jiang threw the thread in his hand into the plate, and shouted angrily: "I don't want to wear it anymore, it fell apart as soon as I put it on, and it can't be strung together!"

Mr. Yan was about to answer Yan Jing's words, but he interrupted him, and his eyes fell on him.

The originally cold and serious tone softened, adding a bit of kindness, and said: "Da Jiang, it's fine if it doesn't work out, and you don't sit on the ground, it's not good for your back."

Concern is evident in the words.

"Oh, then I'll ask someone to buy you another string!" Yan Jiang said, getting up from the ground, his movements were very clumsy.

Maybe it was bent over for too long, and the whole lower limbs were vain.

Seeing that his huge body was staggering, as if he was about to fall, Mr. Yan helped him up in time.

"Thank you Dad!" Yan Jiang grinned with a naive smile.

The phoenix eyes of Yan Jing who was standing by the window flickered, and the tassel in his hand was pulled off by his force.

He quietly held it in his palm.

"I'm going back to the lab first." He said blankly.

Old Man Yan hummed without raising his head.

Yan Jing's eyes dimmed again, and when he passed by Yan Jiang, he suddenly smiled on the spur of the moment and said, "Da Jiang, do you want to play in my laboratory?"

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Yan immediately said, "Don't let Dajiang go to your place."

There was undisguised disgust in his tone.

Yan Jing's palm tightened.

Yan Jiang said excitedly, "I'm going, I'm going!"

Yan Jing looked at the gloomy old man Yan, and under the warning eyes of the other party, he hooked the corners of his lips provocatively, and said with a smile: "Another day, you are welcome to play anytime."

With one breath, it was stuck firmly in the chest of Old Master Yan, almost making him carry it on his back.

He grabbed Yan Jiang who couldn't wait, gritted his teeth and said, "Da Jiang, you are not allowed to go!"

In my heart, I have already complained about Yan Jing.