Quick Transmigration: Bai Yueguang of the sickly male protagonist overturned again

Leng Yuye narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Do you still want to see the sun tomorrow?"

What?

After being stunned for a moment, Qin Yan realized that he was reprimanding himself. He was tired of work and dared to ask such a question!

He suddenly wanted to survive, he laughed dryly twice and leaned against his neck again and stopped talking.

Leng Yuye closed her eyes and said nothing more.

The gunshot wound has not healed, and he is already very tired after working all day. In addition, the injury to the heart and lungs has affected his breathing a bit. He doesn't want to talk very much, he just wants to have a good sleep.

At this time, Qin Yan also thought of his injury, so she snuggled up to him silently, thinking about it secretly.

According to Leng Yuye's family background, if he doesn't raise an heir for himself, who should he hand over his property in the future?

As in foreign countries, if it is handed over to professional managers, is there any foundation or the like?

Thinking about it, thinking about himself, Qin Yan felt a little melancholy for no reason.

No one in the Shen family can take care of Leng Yuye, even if it is a matter of marriage and childbirth.

But Qin Yan is different.

Although Qin Yan himself is not interested in having children and does not want to find a woman, Qin Zhihong's thinking is very traditional.Definitely take care of him.

Moreover, he also clearly told Qin Yan to let him get married and have children early, otherwise, he would not even think about the right to inherit!

It seems that if you want to get back what belongs to the original owner without marrying, you must have a hard time with your traditional-minded father.

……

Shen's consortium headquarters.

Early in the morning, there was a serious and tense atmosphere in the office, and all the employees were tense and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Everyone knows that something big is going to happen today.

The general meeting of shareholders will elect a new chairman and a new helm of the consortium.

And the original helmsman, Shen Ye, is said to have died in a foreign country.This news was released by Shen Ye's uncle Zhong Zhong.

ten o'clock...

The door of the meeting room is closed and the meeting begins.

As today's protagonist, Zhong Zhong naturally sat on the main seat. His eyes swept over the shareholders, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

Among the shareholders present, there are neutrals who are waiting to see what happens, there are those who have already secretly turned to him, and there are old school who are loyal to Shen Ye.

No matter what these people think, as long as the results of the shareholder vote come out, they will all submit to him!

Thinking like this, seeing that the secretary had finished distributing the documents, he stood up heavily, and said unhurriedly: "I believe everyone is aware of the purpose of today's meeting. Chairman Shen is dead, and the Shen consortium cannot be left alone for a day. Today's meeting is to select the most suitable and qualified person to be the chairman of the board!"

The voice just fell.

One of the old-fashioned shareholders questioned: "Director Shen, the chairman came to country A this time to save our group's big trouble in country A. Although no news has come back, is Director Shen's move now too urgent? more?"

"Shen Ye is dead!"

Shen Zhong didn't bother to waste his words, and threw out this sentence coldly, and then saw the surprised faces of all the shareholders, and they started discussing one after another.

Seeing this, Shen Zhong said again: "I have already sent someone to deal with this matter, Shen Ye's body is already on the way back to the country, what do you expect from a dead man!!"

With the last sentence down.

There were more discussions on the scene.

Shen Zhong looked at the shareholder who had taken refuge in him, and gave him a wink.

The shareholder coughed dryly, and raised his voice: "Everyone, since Director Shen has said so, let's elect a suitable successor first! After all, a country cannot live without a king!"

The voice fell.

Suddenly, with a creak, the door of the meeting room was opened.

Everyone was stunned, and turned their heads to look at the door, and then they saw the dead man in Chong's mouth, and Shen Ye strode in with his head held high.