The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Even if they met so close, Yan Jing's thoughts still poured out like water.

After sending the text message, he cheered himself up, his focused eyes burning like fuel.

"Mr. Yan, what happened to the company?"

Assistant Wu saw Yan Jing's expression through the rearview mirror, a little serious.

And today's project is a temporary plan made by President Yan. The preliminary preparation and filing have not been carried out, as if, as if it was just an opportunity to meet President Ling.

Assistant Wu is unthinkable.

Yan Jing put his hands on his knees, "No, go back to the company."

He has to do all the things at hand and go to his wife without any worries.

...

Champagne, roses, music.

Everything was prepared perfectly.

Chu Yun wrapped the entire restaurant and waited for the hero in his heart to appear.

He turned his watch over and buckled it on the table, and waited quietly without looking at the time.

But until the band in charge of the music became sore, that person still didn't show up.

The boy's look of anticipation became calm, and he gradually became anxious.

He was about to take out his phone when someone sat gracefully opposite him.

The band thought it was the protagonist coming, and immediately played a cheerful tune, but Chu Yun's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Where's Chu Qing?" He had been staying in the warm room, but his voice was as cold as ice.

"He won't come." The woman sitting across from him was wearing a cheongsam with small fragrant shoulders, and her delicate makeup couldn't hide her ageing wrinkles.

"For him, you haven't called my mother for many years." The woman sneered and glanced at the plate in front of her, feeling disappointed and sad for her only son.

"People have long decided to break it, and you pulled it back. Are you torturing him or torturing us?"

"You don't have to worry about our affairs." Chu Yun got up and left with his phone.

When he left the seat, the woman took a sip of champagne, her actions revealing the cultivation and temperament accumulated over the years.

But the next second, the champagne she had only tasted was suddenly thrown to the ground by her.

The sound of shattering glass brought the music to an abrupt halt.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled coldly, "Young man, you just don't know what it means to let go."

Dozens of calls were made, but no one answered.

Chu Yun went to the hospital, but did not find Dr. Chu.

When he went to Yan's house, Yan's mother politely said that he didn't come back after going out.

He went to several places where Dr. Chu would be, but found no one.

The steering wheel was wrinkled by him, and he returned to the restaurant. It was close to closing, most of the lights were turned off, and a thin figure was sitting in the corner.

Lights and shadows contrast sharply on him.

Chu Yun saw the person he had been looking for for several hours, and ran over to hug him out of breath.

"Chu Yun, when will you let me go?"

Chu Yun stretched out his hand for a while. He stood in front of the man and looked down at him, "You don't have to listen to anyone, just follow your heart, and you don't have to do anything good for me."

"I'm no longer the impulsive kid I used to do. If anything happens, I'll just stand in front of me. I just need you. I need you to stand behind me and support me."

The real home enterprise of the Chu family is overseas. After all, such a huge family property needs to be inherited.

The only son of the Chu family, Chu Yun, was born with light.

There is no room for mistakes in his life.

But Dr. Chu was the one who appeared by chance.

Family dinner, acquaintance, hospitalization, companionship, similar interests, acquaintance...

Because surname, gender, age, etc., become parallel lines.

Dr. Chu's gentle eyes were exactly the same as before he escaped, "Chu Yun, I'm just your rebel."

"It's good for everyone to let go. You're still young and you'll recover quickly."

The pain is only temporary, who will hold on to it for a lifetime and embarrass himself.

The white coat on Dr. Chu's body was dazzlingly reflective under the light.

Chu Yun wanted to tear the clothes to shreds.

As if wearing this, Dr. Chu has a shell, and he is not afraid of the sky.

"Do not."

Chu Yun threw the silver knife on the dining table precisely in front of him.

"Give you a chance, stab me again, if you don't die, I won't let go."

When the restaurant was closing time, the manager dared not step forward to let the guests leave.

There was a flash of light, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The manager seemed to see blood coming out, so he hurriedly greeted the employees who had not left, "Quick! Quickly call an ambulance!"

...

Chu Yun asked for leave again.

After the leave this time, the phone was turned off and no one could be found.

All the things that he was in charge of in the company were transferred to Aya Qingxuan and the little secretary.

Aya Qingxuan wants to dismiss this employee who often asks for leave for private affairs.

"Mr. Ling." The little secretary said hesitantly, "The vice president should have gone to this restaurant last night. I inquired about it, and there seems to be a man-made accident there."

"Chu Yun can still ask for leave to prove that he is not dead."

Aya Qingxuan looked indifferent.

"There is one more thing." The little secretary took out a tape measure. "Mr. Ling, should we report the size of the dress for the reception, or try it?"

"Already there." Ling Qingxuan looked at the table not far away.

The little secretary was stunned and ran over to take a look.

Above is a card handwritten by Yan Jing.

The box seems to have been delivered early in the morning.

But also, Mr. Yan should know the size of his wife very well. He didn't feel any sense of incongruity when he brought the dress.

Commercial cocktail parties are where people in the business circle meet and communicate together to enhance business relationships.

When Chu Yun was not here, Ling Qingxuan and the little secretary came together.

The slim and conservative black dress was like a noble black swan on her body. The little girl just stood there lightly, and an empty circle automatically formed around her. Many men held their wine glasses and hesitated about how to go forward. strike up a conversation.

"That's Mr. Ling who made Yan's previous small company famous?"

"I heard that she is still in college. Young and beautiful strong women are really rare."

"..."

Someone straightened up their appearance and went up to raise a glass with Ling Qingxuan.

"Hello, Mr. Ling, I'm..." As soon as the man took out his business card, he was intercepted by a slender hand.

"You." The man just frowned. When he saw the person, he immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Yan, this is my business card."

After Yan Jing heard this, Luo Luo generously returned his business card to the past.

The man was slightly surprised that Mr. Yan, who never gave him business cards at will, actually gave him a business card.

After the man left, Yan Jing stared at the cup in Ling Qingxuan's hand.

"It's flower tea." Ling Qingxuan shook it.

The wife is really sensible. Just as Yan Jing wanted to reach for the champagne on the table, he tapped his hand, "This is for you."

The cup of flower tea was put into Yan Jing's hand.

Yan Jing: ? ? ?

Let him, a big businessman, drink tea in front of everyone at this kind of reception?

not...

possible! You must listen to your wife!