Chapter 315

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 very different. She was very red all the time.

"Shaochen, slow down." She turned to look at Yan Shaochen who was carrying plants from the trunk of the car.

"I know."

Yan Shaochen came into the house with a basin of rich trees.

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

"You get up so early today?" The old lady is in a good mood and has no cold face to anyone.

Qiao Aiyun looks at the little girl. She doesn't like her. Unlike her sister, her eyes are not clean.

When she went out this morning, she heard that the old lady had said something about her family. It was early when her father passed away. That should be because she was used to the cold and warm of human relations and it was normal to be precocious.

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

"I'll come, madam. You've just come back. Have a rest." Huang Ma is just about to take over.

"It's just a cup of tea. Sit down." Huang Ma is more than 50 years old. She doesn't want her to serve her.

Qiao Aiyun pinches a little Tieguanyin tea and rushes it into hot water like a purple clay pot

Yan Zhihuan can't wait to expose song Fengwan's "scandal", "grandma, I want to tell you something."

"Late? Is he not here? " The old lady looked at the house, looking for song Fengwan.

"Miss said to go for a walk on the beach. She should be back soon." Huang Ma said.

"Give her a call. I bought some cakes. It's still hot. Let her come back and have a taste." The old lady said with a smile.

"I'll call right now." Huang Ma goes to the landline, picks up the phone book on one side and finds song Fengwan's phone

"Grandma, I have something to say." Yan Zhihuan is angry. How can he still think about that wild girl.

"Say it, and no one will stop you." The old lady took the tea from Qiao Aiyun's hand and couldn't close her mouth with a smile. It was still the daughter-in-law's kindness.

She and Yan Wangchuan went out and came back, and he said he was thirsty, he would only say, "drink water when you are thirsty, what do you want to say to me?"

I want to kill him.

Rotten wood.

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

As soon as the old lady saw the manuscript, her face changed. She reached out and said, "where did you get it from?"

"I didn't take it. I found it in Song Fengwan." Yan Zhihuan said carelessly, "I saw it last night and thought it was very familiar. I didn't expect it was really uncle's design."

"It's full of jewelry designs. Many of them have never seen the light. My uncle is so precious that ordinary people refuse to touch them."

"I don't know how I showed up in her room."

Qiao Aiyun clasps the finger of purple clay pot to quiver, tea nearly splashes out, design draft?

When they were shocked, all they heard was a loud bang. Yan Shaochen smashed the flowerpot and rolled the clay on the ground.

"Shaochen, I'm not careful." The old lady was surprised, but her face was calm.

"I'll do it right away." Yan Shaochen's breathing is a little urgent.

Yan Zhihuan said Song Fengwan stole things?

And it's a design manuscript, which is Yan Wangchuan's painstaking effort.

The Yan family has been standing for so many years because of their unique design. If they are lost or stolen

The consequences are unimaginable.

"You said it was found in the evening room?" The old lady turned two pages at random and found that it was Yan Wangchuan's manuscript.

"Yes." Yan Zhihuan looked innocent. "I wanted to touch it before, but I was scolded and cried by my uncle. My uncle is so precious. I don't know how to appear in her."

"How can wanwan take Wangchuan's manuscript?" Joe Aiyun breathes up.

Yan Zhihuan said clearly that song Fengwan had stolen it.

There are many designs in Qiao's family. There are more than ten thousand of Qiao's manuscripts alone. What's worthless? How can she steal it.

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

"Which designer would show his manuscript to others."

"And she's hiding it. It's obviously shameful!"

Qiao Aiyun doesn't know how to explain, "she won't do it at night. There are so many designs of Qiao's family. She doesn't need to take this at all."

"Your family and Yan family can be the same?" Yan family is a high-end custom-made, yutangchun in her eyes, is relatively declining.

Qiao Aiyun bites her teeth. You can't argue with her at this time. Who is more powerful in Qiao Yan's family? Isn't this the face of Yan's family?

She resisted her anger. "In a word, she won't take things privately at night."

"In private?" Yan Zhihuan sneered, "she is stealing! Your daughter is a thief

"Shut up The old lady gave an angry rebuke, which made Yan Zhihuan shake and turn white.

"Grandma, she is a thief..."

The old lady gave her a look.

"It's not up to you to comment on Qiao's design draft, and you're not qualified!" The old lady's vision is sharp, "Wangchuan is Qiao's apprentice, Qiao's family is not your turn to talk!"

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

"Huang Ma, did you get through late?" The old lady pinched the manuscript.

She doesn't believe Song Feng steals things at the party, and Yan Wangchuan is a very serious person. Such manuscripts are usually put in the safe, and song Fengwan should not get them.

But how did she show up in her room?

Yan Zhihuan bites her to death again and steals things. Everyone in the family is here. There must be an explanation for this.

"Yes, miss. I'll be right back." Huang Ma uses the phone to tense her nerves.

"Give me the phone." In fact, it's very simple. When you call Yan Wangchuan, it's very clear. She knows her son's character.

Moreover, this matter is very serious. If song Fengwan does something wrong, he will not help.

The old lady called Yan Wangchuan, but she didn't get through several times.

"Yan Wangchuan, he doesn't answer the phone at this time!" The old lady was calm.

"Uncle, I should go to the factory today. It's noisy there. I guess I didn't pay attention to my cell phone." Yan Shaochen explained.

When Yan Wangchuan went to Yuncheng, a lot of work here was handed over to his subordinates. When he came back this time, he would surely have to inspect everywhere.

The old lady called his assistant again, but there was still no one to answer, so she went to the company and asked them to go to Yan Wangchuan immediately.

The whole living room was depressing and dreary.

**

Fu Chen's plane was at seven, and he arrived in Nanjiang at more than ten.

Song Fengwan sat on the beach for a long time. She wanted to meet him and go back. Unexpectedly, she called home to urge her. She had to go home first.

Fu Chen and she can only meet in the afternoon.

"Third Master? Do you want to go back to the hotel first? " Ten sides did not expect that one day they can come to play at public expense, a little excited.

"Where is Lin Bai?"

"I've just asked. I'm basking on the beach."

"Then go to the seaside first."

Duan Linbai, wearing a grass green flower underpants, is lying on the beach with a coconut in hand and humming with headphones.

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

Even in the crowd, someone was white and glowing. Fu Chen walked over and caught a glimpse of the red rope hanging around his neck. He was more sure that it was him.

This is what he gave to Duan Linbai when he was 18 years old. He asked for Guanyin in the temple and the Abbot's blessing. It is not easy to take it down.

He went over and kicked him in the stomach.

Duan Linbai squinted and looked up.

The bottom of my heart called the sound of MMP, which does not have eyes, kick me in the stomach.

First of all, seeing a dark shadow, Fu Shen bent down, reached out and pulled off his earphone, took off his sunglasses and gave him a smile.

"Lin Bai."

"Damn it," Duan Lin Bai almost jumped up from the ground, and his goggles almost frightened him.

"You're so... Bah, no, I'm so blind again."

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

"Long time no see."

"Lying trough!" Duan Linbai pinched his arm. This is not a dream. "Fu San... How did you come here?"

"I'm looking for you." Fu Chen smiles.

"Haha..." Duan Lin Bai was scared to death.

Does this man have a tracker on him? With so many people on the beach, he just rushed in?

It's so scary.

"Walk with me." Fu Shen walked towards the sea.

Duan reached out and wiped his forehead.

I'm haunted. I'm running to the south. Can I find it? It's not the devil. What is it!

I'm scared out of your sister's cold sweat.