Yan Family

Yan Zhihuan went downstairs with the manuscript. At less than ten o'clock, the old lady came back and went shopping with her daughter-in-law. She felt different. She was blushing during this period.

"Shaochen, please wait." She turned her head and looked at Yan Shaochen who was moving plants from the trunk of the car.

"I know."

Yan Shaochen entered the house with a pot of wealthy trees.

"Grandma, you're back!" Yan Zhihuan ran over with a smile.

"You got up so early today?" The old lady was in a good mood and had no cold face to anyone.

Qiao Aiyun glanced at the little girl. She didn't like her. Unlike her sister, her eyes were unclean.

When she went out this morning, she heard the old lady talk about her family. It turned out that her father passed away early, so she should be used to being in the warmth and warmth of human nature, so it is normal to have precocious puberty.

As soon as the old lady sat down, Qiao Aiyun got up to make tea for her.

"Madam, let me do it. You just came back, take a break." Huang Ma was about to take over.

"Just make a cup of tea, you can sit down." Huang Ma is over fifty years old, so she has no nerve to let her serve her.

Qiao Aiyun pinched a little Tieguanyin tea leaves and rinsed them into a purple clay pot...

Yan Zhihuan couldn't wait to expose Song Fengwan's "scandal" and "Grandma, I want to tell you something."

"Where is Wanwan? Not here?" The old lady looked at her home, looking for Song Fengwan.

"Miss said he should be back soon when he goes to the beach," said Huang Ma.

"Call her, I bought some pastries, and it was still hot, so let her come back and taste it." The old lady smiled.

"I'll call now." Huang Ma walked to the landline, picked up the phone book on one side, and found Song Fengwan's phone...

"Grandma, I have something to say." Yan Zhihuan was angry, why was he still thinking about that wild girl?

"You said it, no one stopped you." The old lady took the tea from Qiao Aiyun and smiled so hard that she couldn't stop her. This was still the concern of her wife.

She and Yan Wangchuan came back from the door and told him that he was thirsty. He would only say, "If you are thirsty, drink water. What are you talking to me for?"

I just wanted to kill him.

Decayed wood.

"Grandma, this..." Yan Zhihuan took out the manuscript from one side.

As soon as the old lady saw the manuscript, her face changed and she reached out and pulled it over, "Where did you get it?"

"I didn't take this, it was found at Song Fengwan." Yan Zhihuan said carelessly, "I saw it last night. I thought the notebook was very familiar, but I didn't expect it to be a design drawing of my uncle."

"There are jewelry design drafts in it, and many of them have never seen the light. Uncle is so precious, so ordinary people refuse to touch it."

"I don't know how it appeared in her room."

Qiao Aiyun's fingers trembled while holding the purple clay teapot, and the tea almost splashed out. Design draft?

Everyone was shocked, and there was a loud "clang" sound, and Yan Shaochen smashed the flowerpot and the porcelain pieces of soil rolled all over the floor.

"Young minister, I was too careless." The old lady was surprised, but her face was calm.

"I'll clean up right away." Yan Shaochen breathed a little fast.

Yan Zhihuan said that Song Fengwan stole things?

And it was a design manuscript, which was Yan Wangchuan's efforts.

The Yan family has been able to stand for so many years, and it is all reliable to have a unique design. If this thing is lost or stolen...

The consequences are unimaginable.

"You said this was found in Wanwan's room?" The old lady turned around two pages casually, and it was indeed Yan Wangchuan's manuscript.

"Yes." Yan Zhihuan looked innocent, "I used to want to touch her, but I was scolded and cried by my uncle. I don't know how I appeared in her because of such a baby."

"How could Wanwan take Wangchuan's manuscript?" Qiao Aiyun raised her breath.

Yan Zhihuan's tone clearly stated that this thing was stolen by Song Fengwan.

There are many things like design drafts in the Qiao family. There are more than 10,000 copies of Mr. Qiao’s manuscripts alone. What’s worthless? How could she steal this?

"But this thing was indeed found in her room. Auntie, you run a jade shop. You know what the design draft means to the designer."

"Which designer will show his manuscript to others."

"And she hid it out on purpose, which is obviously shameful!"

Qiao Aiyun didn't know how to explain, "Wanwan wouldn't do this. Qiao's family has so many design drafts, so she doesn't want to take this."

"Can your family be the same as the Yan family?" The Yan family is high-end customization, and in her eyes, Yu Tangchun is naturally declining.

Qiao Aiyun gritted her teeth. She couldn't argue with her at this time. Which of the Qiao and Yan families is better? Isn't this a slap in the Yan family in the face?

She suppressed her anger, "Anyway, Wanwan won't take anything privately."

"Please take it privately?" Yan Zhihuan sneered, "She is clearly stealing! Your daughter is just a thief!"

"Shut up!" The old lady scolded angrily, scaring Yan Zhihuan's body trembled and her face turned pale.

"Grandma, she's a thief..."

The old lady glared at her.

"What is the design draft of Qiao's family? It's not your turn to comment on it, and you are not qualified!" The old lady's eyes were sharp, "Wangchuan is Mr. Qiao's apprentice, and the Qiao family's not your turn to interfere!"

Yan Zhihuan lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound.

"Ma Huang, has Wanwan's phone number been connected?" The old lady tightened the manuscript.

She didn't believe that Song Feng was stealing things at the evening party, and Yan Wangchuan was a very rigorous and serious person. Such manuscripts are usually placed in a safe, so Song Fengwan shouldn't get them.

But how did it appear in her room?

Yan Zhihuan bit her to death and steal things. Everyone in the family was there. There must be an explanation for this matter.

"It's connected, the lady is back soon." Huang Ma put aside the phone and tightened her nerves.

"Give me the phone number." In fact, it's very simple. If you call Yan Wangchuan, you will know everything clearly. She still knows her son's personality.

Moreover, this matter is very serious. If Song Fengwan did something wrong, he would not have helped him.

The old lady called Yan Wangchuan, but several calls were not made.

"Yan Wangchuan, don't answer the phone at this time!" The old lady had a calm face.

"Uncle should have gone to the factory today. It's quite noisy there. I probably didn't pay attention to my phone." Yan Shaochen explained.

Yan Wangchuan went to Yuncheng, and many of the work here was handed over to his subordinates. When he came back this time, he would definitely have to patrol everywhere.

The old lady called his assistant again, but no one answered her. She found someone from the company and asked them to go to Yan Wangchuan immediately.

The entire living room is depressing and dull.

**

Fu Chen was flying at seven o'clock and arrived in Nanjiang at around ten o'clock.

Song Fengwan sat on the beach for a long time and wanted to meet him before going back, but unexpectedly, she called her home and urged her, so she had to go home first.

Fu Chen and she had to make an appointment to meet in the afternoon.

"San Master? Will you go back to the hotel first?" Shifang didn't expect that one day he could come here for public expenses, and he was a little excited.

"Where is Lin Bai?"

"I just asked and bask in the sun on the beach."

"Then go to the beach first."

Duan Linbai wore a green grass-green shorts today, lying on the beach, with a coconut on his hand and humming a song with headphones.

When Fu Chen arrived at the beach, he put on his sunglasses and looked down at Duan Linbai condescendingly.

Even in the crowd, someone was still white. Fu Chen walked over and saw the red rope hanging around his neck, making him even more sure that it was him.

This is what he gave to Duan Linbai when he was 18 years old. The Guanyin and the abbot blessing he had given to him in the temple. He would not be taken down easily.

He walked over and kicked his belly.

Duan Linbai narrowed his eyes and looked up.

I screamed in my heart, "Who doesn't have any eyes? I'll kick my stomach."

First, seeing a black shadow, Fu Chen bent down and squatted halfway, reached out and pulled off his headphones, took off his sunglasses at will, and smiled at him.

"Lin Bai."

"Fuck, I'm damn-" Duan Linbai almost jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, and his goggles were almost scared.

"You fuck... Bah, no, am I blind again?"

Fu Chen put his glasses on his hands. Nanjiang was like spring all year round, but the ultraviolet rays were too strong and dazzling.

"Long time no see."
To be continued...