Chapter 169

The next day, Yuncheng Leah Hotel

Yan Wangchuan has just come back from the hotel gym. He is wearing a light black sports shirt, a light colored towel around his neck, holding a sports cup, drinking water and going back.

To the door of the room, see josiyan, look still cold.

"Master." Josiyan looked at his dress and looked at him more.

It's really self-discipline to insist on going out for fitness on such a cold day.

"What's the matter?"

What happened yesterday, no one mentioned to josiyan, he naturally did not understand.

"I'm going back to Wu Su. I'm going to say goodbye to you."

"Just make a phone call or send a message." Yan Wangchuan went to the door, entered the password, glanced at him, "don't you want to go?"

Josiyan was so surprised that he was not allowed to enter the room?

Yan Wangchuan Xu is thinking of something, at least is Qiao Aiyun's nephew, "come in."

"Thank you, master." Josiyan sighed. Of all the teachers, he was the most eccentric.

"Have you had breakfast?" Yan Wangchuan casually pulled the towel on his neck and acted quickly.

"Not yet. I'm going to find my aunt to eat with wanwan."

"I'll take you there."

"I called a taxi and I'm waiting outside the hotel. Don't trouble you." Josiyan had been afraid of him since he was a child, but not so much. After all, he had a long career and was really difficult to deal with.

"I'll see you off." Yan Wangchuan has a tough attitude.

"I'll make a call and talk to the driver." Josie grinned.

When he was a teenager, he went to Nanjiang and lived in his home for a few days. When he came back, he said a few words.

"When I was a teenager, I went to your grandfather with my luggage on my back to learn art."

"Boys, don't get used to it. Don't be so coquettish. Be independent."

"I'll give you the money. Go to the station by yourself."

Josiyan, clutching the money, took a taxi to the station.

After returning home, his father called him to scold him. He didn't retort. He just said a word before hanging up.

"You spoil the children too much."

His father was furious.

Later, he went to Nanjiang to find Yan's custom-made jewelry, only to find out from one of his former assistants:

That day, Yan Wangchuan drove with him after he went out, until he arrived at the station. He also made a special call to his acquaintances to let people at the other side of the station pay more attention to him.

I watched him get on the bus.

Josiyan seemed afraid of him, but more respectful.

He is not an unkind person, if not, it will not be so many years, there are business contacts between the two families.

When he was wandering, Yan Wangchuan had already taken a shower, changed his clothes, and cut his suit appropriately, which made his shoulders wide and waist narrow, his color iron gray, mature and introverted.

**

Yan Wangchuan drove him to the gate of the residential unit building.

Along the way, no one spoke. Listening to the radio in the car in the morning, he just said that the cold air has been going south recently, so he should pay attention to keep warm.

"Uncle, my father often comes to you when he is young. You can go to Wusu when you have time." Josh unbuckled his seat belt.

He was silent.

"Then I'll go first?"

Josiyan pointed to the outside, but someone was still silent. It was embarrassing.

"Uncle, they're all here. Would you like to go up and sit down?"

"Yes." Yan Wangchuan said that, he drove the car directly to the side of the line drawing area, stopped the car and turned off the engine. His movements were natural and smooth, without any hesitation.

Josie extended her hand to her nose.

You are waiting for yourself to say this.

It's too sultry.

If you want to go up and say it directly, do you have to wait for him to speak?

**

Qiao Xiyan called ahead of time. Qiao Aiyun knew that he was going to leave today. He cooked porridge and went downstairs to buy a few drawers of steamed buns. He also fried a dish.

At about seven thirty there was a knock on the door

"The door is open. Come in." Qiao Aiyun is putting dishes and chopsticks, watching Qiao Xiyan come in, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. He is slightly surprised to see another person come in.

"I'm going to say goodbye to my uncle. When he's free to see me over, I'll invite him to come up and sit down." Josiyan coughed twice.

"Well, I can't refuse." Yan Wangchuan closed the door gently.

Josiyan almost sprayed.

It was as if he had forced him upstairs.

"I haven't eaten yet." After yesterday's event, Qiao Aiyun also had some understanding of his temperament, and spoke to him more casually, "sit down and eat together."

"Please." Yan Wangchuan is not polite at all.

Josiyan licked the tip of his tongue and the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be in a hole.

"Good morning, uncle Yan." Song Fengwan came out of the room in his pink pajamas.

She went to the kitchen to help with the meal, and looked at Yan Wangchuan more suspiciously.

I didn't leave until eight or nine o'clock last night. I came to report this early in the morning.

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's mind.

Qiao Aiyun is just glad that she is afraid that Qiao Xiyan doesn't have enough to eat. She has bought a lot of steamed buns. If the breakfast is not enough, it's also embarrassing.

"Late, your left face is swollen." Josiyan's eyes are very good at carving.

"Ah?" Song Fengwan reached out and touched his face. Last night, song Jingren laid a heavy hand. He went home and rubbed the eggs for more than half an hour. It was only in the evening that the swelling disappeared. "Maybe he drank water in the middle of last night. It was a little swollen."

Qiao Xiyan's temper, if you know what happened yesterday, the cliff will rush to the Song family to embarrass him. I'm afraid it won't last forever. She will take the exam the day after tomorrow, and she doesn't want to make trouble before that.

"Well." Qiao Xiyan nodded, "where are you going to apply for the school entrance examination?"

"At present, it's Wu Su's side, and the capital Academy of fine arts." Song Fengwan bowed his head to drink porridge.

When she said this, she obviously felt that the three people's eyes were all on her.

Qiao Aiyun: "late, things are done. When you graduate from high school, I'm going to take you back to Wusu to settle down. The capital is too far away."

Josiyan: "yes, why do you run so far as a girl? Wusu's art academy is not bad. "

Yan Wangchuan: "there are many people in the capital. It's unpredictable. It's a land of tigers and wolves. You're not safe alone."

……

Song Fengwan bit his lip. "I'm just going to take the exam. It's one thing whether I can pass the exam or not. Besides, I haven't decided to go."

Why did the three suddenly unite?

Land of tigers and wolves?

Is it that terrible?

"It's OK to try two more schools." Qiao Aiyun smiles, "eat first, and prepare for the joint examination."

Song Fengwan nodded.

What she most wants to go to is the Beijing Academy of fine arts. At this moment, she doesn't intend to mention it, so as not to be attacked by the group. She is still at ease to prepare for the exam. If she gets the exam, she insists, and her mother can't help it.

Uncle Yan is so quiet that he can express his opinion at this time.

Isn't there a third master in the capital?

Who else can eat her?

**

After breakfast, song Fengwan routinely prepares for the exam at home. Qiao Aiyun and Qiao Xiyan tell him to take care of his brother and pay more attention to his health.

Yan Wangchuan answered the phone and left in a hurry.

As soon as he got downstairs, he saw his assistant, shivering in the cold wind.

"Mr. Yan, are you down?"

"Who on earth poked the news through." The sound of Yan Wangchuan is as cold as the wind.

The little assistant quickly raised his hand, "I swear, I didn't disclose any of your whereabouts to the old lady."

"I know it's not you. Let someone know first."

"Now..."

Yan Wangchuan got on the bus and called his mother first. As soon as he got through, the old lady was very unhappy. "Do you still know how to call me?"

"Ma."

"If I hadn't heard it, I didn't understand that you were in a fight? Wangchuan, apart from marriage, you never let me worry, can I not worry? I haven't answered your phone yet. "

"I didn't hear that just now."

"You're in Cloud City, aren't you, because Joe's daughter?"

Yan Wangchuan was silent.

"When she wanted to get married, you agreed. When she came back, she almost broke down. I really don't understand you. For so many years, you can't let her go if you don't find someone..."

"She's been married and has children for more than 20 years now. Why are you so determined?"

"It's in her hands! I shouldn't have allowed you to go to Qiao's home to study arts in those years. "

……

"Ma." Yan Wangchuan was stupid and didn't know what to say.

"You just want to be with her?"

"Well."

"Come back first and tell me what you're going to do." Then the old lady hung up.

Yan Wangchuan has been staring at his mobile phone for a long time. He is the only son and has never been married. He feels ashamed of his mother and seldom disobeys her requirements.

"General manager Yan?" The assistant turned to ask.

"Book air tickets and go back to Nanjiang."

The assistant nodded and called to book the ticket. "Hello, help me book two fastest tickets from Yuncheng to Nanjiang..."

"One." Yan Wangchuan reminds us.

The little assistant looked confused.

"You stay and stare at her. Let me know."

The little assistant twisted his neck rigidly. Was he abandoned?

**

Nanjiang Yan Family

Old lady Yan hung up and sighed.

"Don't worry too much, old lady."

"That's not the people and things he cares about." Know your son better than your mother.

"But my husband is also strange, so many years, how many girls want to marry to the Yan family, who are married and have children, how can he never forget her? She is not worthy of our husband

After she said this, old lady Yan looked at her, "Qiao's daughter, you are the one to judge whether she is worthy or not? Mind your mouth

The maid turned pale with fright, "old lady, I don't mean she's bad, I just..."

"If you don't manage your mouth well, you don't have to work in the Yan family."

"Sorry, I..."

"Don't hurry down!" An old aunt on the side hurriedly pulled her down.

The old lady has only one son. If she doesn't like Qiao Aiyun, she won't want to marry her in the past. She occasionally talks about it in private, and she doesn't dare to speak in front of Yan Wangchuan for fear of poking his heart. As time goes on, she won't be mentioned.

I don't know whether I resent her or hate her.

Or some pity.

Mr. Wang is stubborn, but he is also stubborn. If the old lady doesn't agree, she is afraid that their relationship will change in the future

"Huang Ma."

"Old lady." Just now the old aunt hurried up to her.

"Ask someone to help me. Who did Mrs. Feng talk to recently?" She went out for a walk in the morning and learned from others that her son had entered the police station.

"I understand."

"I haven't received any news. Someone is rushing to poke the matter to me. This is to take my old lady as a gun." Old lady Yan lowered her head and rubbed the jade bracelet on her hands.

"You mean it was intentional?"

"It's always good to be on guard. Our Yan family never makes enemies, but they don't allow others to plot against me. I'm afraid someone wants to borrow my hand to control Wangchuan and deal with Qiao's girl... "

"And you call your husband back?" Huang Ma's face was puzzled.

"I need to talk to him face to face to decide what to do next?"

It's not a trivial matter. It's not clear on the phone.

The old lady is used to seeing the wind and rain, and she can see things clearly. If her son leaves for two days, Qiao Aiyun will not be able to live. Even if he enters the Yan family, he will not be able to support the overall situation.

**

Qiao Aiyun learned that Yan Wangchuan left after he boarded the plane.

She sent him a message.

Thank you these days. You should pay more attention to hand injuries and have a safe trip

This is the first time she has sent a message to herself.

Yan Wangchuan stared at the message several times, until the stewardess urged, he reluctantly turned off his mobile phone.

**

After a few days, it was all right, and song Jingren didn't come to trouble, because Song Feng had to take the exam late. Qiao Aiyun seldom met with a lawyer recently, and wanted to wait for her to deal with the divorce after the exam.

Song Jingren did not become a demon, she also thought, either conscience, or will be beaten afraid, always can let her at ease for a few days.

The day before the exam, after lunch, she packed up and stayed with song Fengwan in a chain hotel near Yuncheng University.

When they arrived at the hotel, almost all the students in the lobby of the hotel were 17 or 18 years old, men and women, accompanied by their parents, and they were together to discuss the contents of tomorrow's HKCEE.

As soon as the exam was about to take place, song Fengwan was also a little nervous. He was always a little uneasy when he set up his easel.

"If you don't want to draw, just have a rest and watch TV. You have good review before. You should have confidence." Qiao Aiyun cheered her up with a smile.

"Well." Rao is so, song Fengwan's heart is also very uneasy.

As soon as the sky darkened, Qiao Aiyun took her out for dinner. It was cold and freezing, and she went back to the hotel without staying for a long time.

At about eight or nine o'clock, Qiao Aiyun's mobile phone vibrates. She is the manager of the jade shop. She usually helps manage several shops under Qiao's family.

"Manager Cao, what's up so late?" She has already informed him in advance that she will accompany her daughter to take the exam recently. Don't look for her if there is no emergency.

"Just now we were making inventory and preparing to close the door. Several people rushed in. They didn't say that they bought fake goods here during the day and smashed the counter."

Qiao Aiyun came out of the room with a mobile phone, "fake? How is that possible? "

The quality of jade is indeed uneven, there are good and bad, but a penny a goods, you spend 5000 yuan, will never give you 4000 yuan goods.

"We also explained to them that they didn't listen."

Qiao Aiyun can still hear the fight.

"Our products all have certificates, the ingredients in them are clearly marked, and the shelf sales are strictly checked, so how can there be fakes?"

"The other party has been saying that our shop is cheating customers, and they don't listen to me. They also smashed the shop. The security guard of the mall can't stop it. I've already called the police. You'd better come and have a look when you're free."

"I understand."

Qiao Aiyun and song Fengwan said hello, let her have a rest early, and hurried out of the door.

Song Fengwan is at a loss. It's so late. What's the matter?

**

Capital, capital of Yunjin

Fu Chen is staring at Huaisheng's homework at the moment.

He missed his preschool education, and now he is tutoring Pinyin. His writing is so crooked and ugly that Fu Shen glances at it. "Why can someone write pinyin so ugly?"

"I'm just learning. I'm not good-looking. You should be patient with your children."

Fu Shen is not short of patience?

"After the third uncle's family has a child, you will also dislike his ugly handwriting?"

"Bad writing is bad? Can you brag? " Fu Chen took it for granted.

But after that, Mr. Fu's face was slapped.

"Third Master, there's a situation." Ten sides opened the door and asked him to go out.

Fu Chen looked at Huaisheng, "continue to write, I'll go out for a while."

Huaisheng pursed his mouth, fingers pressed hard, and the pencil lead broke.

Fu Chen just went out, ten sides hastily open mouth, "Cloud City there is action."

"Well."

"General manager Yan went back to Nanjiang two days ago, but he hasn't come back yet. Moreover, this time, he did a lot of work, and even touched Qiao's jade shop..."

"Now that it's about the Qiao family, I have to inform them." Fu Chen chuckles.

"You mean master Joe?"

"Since Mr. Qiao is closed and information is blocked, you should find someone to deliver the information. You should know what to do." Fu Chen wants Qiao's family to show up, but it's not Qiao Xiyan.

Someone is more suitable than him in this matter.

"I understand."

Fu Shen lowered his head and rubbed the beads. The dark light surged from his eyes.

If someone is in a hurry to die, he doesn't mind giving him a ride.

I really know how to choose the time to make things.