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"Mr. Yi, you and I are smart people, and we must know what I'm here for." An Rou said directly.

In exchange for Mr. Yi's cold snort, he folded his hands on the table: "Oh? Miss An Rou, if I remember correctly, the two of us haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

Indeed, the two of them haven't seen each other since Zhang Yun's trouble last time.

"Mr. Yi's memory is really good." An Rou couldn't help but commented.

"Bang bang bang" suddenly came the sound of knocking on the door, and Mr. Yi put down the cup in his hand: "Come in."

The assistant left and came over to push Zhang Yun over. When An Rou saw Zhang Yun being pushed over, she was surprised and froze for a moment. She didn't expect to meet Zhang Yun here.

"This... Isn't this Director Zhang's daughter?" An Rou was naturally a little uneasy.

After all, such a thing happened with Zhang Yun.

Mr. Yi has long been accustomed to the way Zhang Yun appeared in this way. He waved his hand in the direction of the assistant, motioning for Zhang Yun to sit over.

"Miss An Rou has a really good memory."

How could An Rou forget the woman in front of her? She forced a smile and asked in a tentative tone: "I remember that this lady is Director Zhang's treasure, why is she now at Mr. Yi's place, and she is still in a wheelchair ?”

Mr. Yi put his hand on his chin to cover up his inner thoughts: "According to Miss, this is our private matter after all, so we don't need to explain it in front of you."

Since Mr. Yi didn't say anything, An Rou naturally wouldn't force it, she nodded slightly: "Okay."

"Mr. Yi, I think you are a very reliable person, why don't we discuss some cooperation again." An Rou offered the conditions.

And Mr. Yi's performance was very approving, and he stretched out his hand: "Then why not Miss An Rou, tell me what you think."

Seeing the food being served on the dining table one by one, An Rou felt a little uneasy in her heart, and could not help but cast her eyes in Zhang Yun's direction.

This also made Mr. Yi see it, thinking that An Rou felt that Zhang Yun had something to say here.

He smiled faintly: "Miss An Rou is fine, don't worry, you can actually rest assured about today's conversation."

Zhang Yun is just a fool now, no matter what they say, Zhang Yun won't listen to them.

"I want to eat!" Zhang Yun, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly pointed to the food in front of me and shouted.

Behind the assistant was Zhang Yun's nanny. When she heard this, she hurried forward and walked over, as if coaxing a child.

"Yunyun, what meal do you want to eat, can I make it for you when I get home?"

This is Mr. Yi's business dinner, so it's better not to disturb him

But Zhang Yun acted like a child, and directly reached out and hammered the table, with an angry expression on his face: "No, I want to eat!"

The nanny was still a little embarrassed for a while, she looked at Mr. Yi.

Mr. Yi didn't say a word, he was not the owner of the meal, and if Mr. Yi was suddenly used to Zhang Yun, he would feel a little embarrassed.

An Rou moved her chopsticks and put the dish that Zhang Yun pointed at just now onto her plate, her tone was very gentle: "What else do you want to eat? I'll add it to you."

A childlike look appeared on Zhang Yun's face, very happy.

This also made An Rou feel much happier.

He did all this just to test whether Zhang Yun had really become stupid, or if he had been pretending to be stupid.

But seeing that Zhang Yun's expression on her didn't change a bit, I was relieved a lot, but I also knew that this was not the final result.

"What's wrong with her? I think it's good to see him a few days ago." An Rou still wanted Mr. Yi to reveal himself.

Mr. Yi shook his head: "Miss An Rou, don't forget, what is our serious business today?"

Inside and outside the words, Mr. Yi is warning An Rou not to intervene in things that she shouldn't care about.

Seeing this, An Rou nodded and agreed with Mr. Yi's statement: "Mr. Yi, I think we don't need to confront each other like this. It's better to turn our enemies into friends."

"How does Miss An Rou want to turn an enemy into a friend?" Mr. Yi asked back.

These days, the staff of the museum on the second floor are also confronting each other, all because the treasures that were handed over to the country some time ago.

In addition, Mr. Yi also reported the museum, making the museum's public opinion on the Internet very large.

An Rou also thought for a long time in the office before she came up with such an idea.

"As long as you withdraw your report to the museum, I can help you what you want." An Rou threw out the bait.

Obviously, the movements in Mr. Yi's hands stopped.

That's right, he is indeed a little moved in his heart now.

The strength of the museum should not be underestimated. It has to be said that many people are staring at the big meat of the museum.

She didn't expect that An Rou would take the initiative to talk to her about this cooperation.

"Miss An Rou has good eyesight." He praised her.

This sentence was true, he felt that An Rou was not such a simple character.

Being able to think of him at this place also shows that the two of them should have been grasshoppers on the same boat.

"Then wish us a happy cooperation." Mr. Yi promised her.

An Rou nodded slightly, pursed her lips, raised her wine glass, and was about to toast Mr. Yi: "Then wish us a happy cooperation, Mr. Yi!"

But when the two clinked glasses, An Rou's hand suddenly trembled, spilling all the wine in the glass on the clothes all over her body, and she panicked for a moment.

The expression on An Rou's face was very nervous, she quickly stood up and walked to Mr. Yi's side, took out a few tissues and rubbed them on Mr. Yi's clothes.

"I'm really sorry, my hands were shaking just now, are you okay?" An Rou asked lightly.

Mr. Yi covered An Rou with his hand, and shook his head: "Don't worry Miss An Rou, I'm fine."

An Rou breathed a sigh of relief, and threw the tissue she had just wiped into the trash can.

When he went back, he glanced in Zhang Yun's direction, but the expression on Zhang Yun's face was so flat, as if he didn't see what happened just now.

However, An Rou suddenly started to make trouble in her heart. Could it be that she really thought too much?
"Miss An Rou?" Mr. Yi saw An Rou standing still, so he reminded him softly.

An Rou tucked her hair behind her ears: "Then let's continue talking about the cooperation just now, Mr. Yi."

She sat on the chair.