The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

At night, Yan’s house in Beihuai

Fang Yun got off the car. She was wearing stiletto heels and a red cheongsam that outlined her exquisite figure. She wore a feather-style brooch on her chest, with rubies inlaid in the middle of the white feathers, which was noble and mysterious.

With a swaying posture and a slight smile on her beautiful face, at first glance, she thought she was a girl in her twenties.

Yan Heng stood on the balcony on the third floor, holding a red wine glass in his hand. He looked down at Fang Yun as he walked into Yan's house. He couldn't help but curl his lips, raised his head, drank the red wine in one gulp, and then turned around and entered the house.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Mr. Yan did not rest. He and Fang Yun sat face to face at the tea table in the living room.

The fragrance of tea is permeating, refreshing and refreshing.

Fang Yun knelt and sat on the gray cushion, with his back straight.

After a moment of silence, Fang Yun couldn't help but speak first: "Does the old man blame his daughter-in-law for coming back late?"

Mr. Yan looked up at her, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"What's the matter? You're doing it for the family business."

"You are young after all. Go out more and get to know people in your circle. They will be your partners in the future."

Mr. Yan wears a pair of reading glasses, his skin is gray, his eyes are cloudy, and there are not many hairs on the top of his head.

He looks old, but his movements of making tea are still nimble.

He slowly put the white porcelain tea cup in front of Fang Yun with a mahogany clamp and poured half a cup for her. Fang Yun did not allow any doubt, held it up with both hands, closed his eyes and took a sip.

"How about tonight?" Mr. Yan asked.

Fang Yun put down the tea cup and asked an unexpected question: "It's still the same. No matter how many fine tea leaves there are, I still can't get used to it. I can taste the bitterness, but the sweet aftertaste is never there. I disappoint you."

Mr. Yan heard what she said and immediately put down his tools, took the white towel on the side and wiped his fingers lightly, and said calmly:

"It's not that I'm disappointed. I know that your background is not good and your education is not high. As the saying goes, mountains and rivers support a person, and rivers and seas cannot be measured. If you want to integrate into the top society, you can't do it overnight."

Fang Yun was silent, then raised his head: "Fortunately, they didn't dare to ridicule me because I am Li Ming's wife, and they are also grateful to the old man for protecting Fang Yun. Otherwise, I might not be able to move forward."

The humility in his words almost overflowed. He was cautious, and Fang Yun thought that his expression was almost perfect.

After taking over a small part of the Yan family's marginal industry, Fang Yun realized that even though she was now the legitimate daughter-in-law of the Yan family, others would not sincerely surrender to her.

Probably because Yan Yanming is no longer around, everyone feels that she, a foreign wife, cannot make trouble.

In addition, there is a strong competitor like Yan Heng, and the department managers and vice presidents of the company are obviously looking towards him.

Of course, Fang Yun would not tell these things in front of Mr. Yan. What she has to do now is to pay the price. It is best to gain his full trust and give her real rights.

Rather than some stuff to coax cats and dogs.

Fang Yun lowered his head, his long eyelashes hiding the calculation in his eyes.

"After all, you haven't studied finance and management systematically. You can achieve results and achievements in Fuheng Beauty in just one year. It's already very good." Mr. Yan turned his prayer beads, "Yan's side has me and Yan Heng, you don’t have to worry about it for now, let’s get acquainted with each other first, we are all a family.”

Hearing these words, Fang Yun couldn't help but sneer, saying that they were all members of the same family, and the words were nice.

She has been in Yan's company for a long time, but the core management will not let her in, and she will not be allowed to participate in important projects.

She is just a decoration, placed in the company for everyone to watch. On the surface, she is politely called "young mistress", but behind the scenes she doesn't know how to arrange it.

Fang Yun knew who the old man was.

On the surface, Xiang Xiang cares for the younger generation, pretending to be trusting and loving, but secretly he is always on guard.

Not only on guard against her, but also on guard against Yan Heng.

The old man regards himself as the Supreme Emperor. He is guarding the throne of the Yan Group and wants to tightly hold all the rights. He is probably dissatisfied with the old man.

But what's the use? Sooner or later, you will die. When you get older, you can't even walk without support.

Fang Yun didn't want to serve this old guy, but she had to flatter him. She had put in countless efforts to get to this position. She was walking on thin ice and couldn't make any mistakes.

After waiting for the old man to return to the west and Yan Heng to withdraw, I believe the Lin family has already started investigating.

She made a deliberate move and waited for it to bear fruit.

Fang Yun lowered his head and looked obedient: "Fang Yun knows that Fang Yun will continue to work hard and will never let you down, old man."

Mr. Yan: "Well, I knew you were obedient and smart, otherwise Li Ming wouldn't have chosen you in the first place."

Fang Yun secretly laughed at the old man's arrogance, always used to slap a sweet date and treat others as fools.

"I am very lucky to have met Li Ming." Fang Yun wiped the corner of his eyes, "It's just a pity that I am not lucky."

After beating it for a while, Mr. Yan picked up the tea cup and tasted it with satisfaction. He looked at the sad daughter-in-law opposite, his turbid eyes were as calm as water, without any emotion.

Seeing that the porcelain white tea cup was half empty, Fang Yun reached out to fill it up for him and said tentatively: "I had a few words with Mr. Wang from Weixiu tonight and I heard that there will be a cooperation project on new product development next month. About skin beauty.”

The old man stopped rolling the beads and glanced at Fang Yun. Fang Yun looked back at him calmly and said:

"Recently, haven't I been managing a chain of beauty salons? I have some unique insights into this aspect. After all, I have a lot of contact with some of the customers who spend the most money. I know best what they need."

Mr. Yan smiled and said: "You mean you know the audience's needs better than the market research department?"

There was no warmth in the old man's smile, which was terrifying. Someone with a bad temper might have been dripping with cold sweat.

Fang Yun clenched his hands under the table, but he looked calm and composed on his face.

"No, it's just that I think the results of the market research come from the sinking market, which only covers a part of the expansion, and is not the main source of audience in the beauty industry."

"Do you want to participate in the project?" Old Man Yan threw the beads on the table with a dull sound.

Fang Yun shook his head lightly: "I just chatted a few more words with Mr. Wang, which inspired me a lot, and I'm just a little interested."

Mr. Yan snorted coldly, obviously unhappy: "It's a good thing to be interested, but don't have any thoughts. If people's hearts are not enough, it will be difficult to deal with it."

Fortunately, Fang Yun was just trying this time, so he was not disappointed.

When going upstairs to his room, Fang Yun met Yan Heng.

This man is not similar to Yan Yanming at all. Yan Yanming is deep and sophisticated, probably because he was trained as an heir since he was a child, and he is able to do anything with ease.

On the other hand, Yan Heng is different on the outside. He looks modest and aloof, but in reality he is impatient and ambitious.

Fang Yun greeted him with a smile: "Cousin, is there something wrong?"

Yan Heng smiled and said: "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something, so I came here to remind my sister-in-law."

Before Fang Yun could speak, Yan Heng came over and stood beside her, lowering his voice:

"Your celebrity son stole the show at the Lin family's birthday party. Many people couldn't stand him, you know that, right?"