Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 629 People on the Same Front
Yan Mo lowered his eyes and listened, knowing that Mu Ming's analysis made sense.

His face was a little more serious, he raised his head and stared at the other party coldly, before he could speak, he heard two more sneer.

Mu Ming buried his head and said what Yan Mo was considering whether to say or not.

"Of course you can continue to investigate this matter. It is not ruled out that you can find some useful information. Then you can take me to court and revoke all cooperation between your Yan family, Feng Rui and the Song family..." His eyes The light suddenly lit up, and he added, "The worst outcome is that I go to jail, the Yan family's project is unfinished, and the development in Shanghai is postponed indefinitely."

After a pause, he pretended to sigh regretfully, "Besides, with the information you have now, it would be impossible to sue me for imprisonment."

Yan Mo's eyes were cold, and he waited quietly for the end of his analysis, and then revealed it like a mockery, "You said so much, just to make me interesting, don't continue to pursue it."

When Mu Ming heard the words, he nodded briskly, without any intention of denying it.

"When the project that the Yan family cooperated with happened, Mr. Yan, although you were abroad, it was impossible for you to be completely ignorant. My mother, Mu Shan, died at the hands of Yan Yuanqiao. What I want is his life for another. To you I have no hostility with the entire Yan family."

He spread his hands, expressed his position, and then analyzed, "As far as I know, Yan Yuanqiao is arrogant and arbitrary. Although you are in charge of the Yan family now, you are always restricted in your actions. With his old man around for a day, you will be ashamed. It's hard to really infiltrate one's own power, I believe this situation won't last long, and your sister will hope to get a piece of the pie from you."

When Mu Ming said these words, Yan Mo lowered his head all the time, he remained silent, only feeling layers of cold sweat covering his back.

Seeing this, Mu Ming's smile gradually deepened, and he asked, "Does President Yan think what I said makes sense?"

Yan Mo raised his eyelids a little, and glanced at him a little weakly, "Mr. Mu really has a plan, and you are very clear about our Yan family's family affairs."

After hearing this, Mu Ming just took it as a compliment to himself, and laughed out loud without any guilt, and then sat up a little bit straighter, "Actually, I'm here this time to discuss cooperation with you. Think about it, Mr. Yan and I should be on the same front..."

"What do you mean?" The man frowned.

Mu Ming simply stated, "I'm going to deal with Yan Yuanqiao, and the Song family is going to deal with Yan Yan. Although these two are your relatives, they don't have the same position as you. Specifically, how do you stand in line? Mr. Yan You have to think about it.”

Seeing the other party's face darken a little bit, Mu Ming stood up very easily and straightened the hem of the suit.

Before striding away, he stopped as if he had suddenly remembered something, and looked sideways, "If Mr. Yan is still undecided, you might as well check your mailbox information. Sometimes there is always a relationship between reputation and family. You have to give up to grow.”

Listening to the footsteps resounding in the cafeteria hall, Yan Mo's heart also trembled.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the mobile phone on the table in front of him. After a long time, he finally stretched out his hand, opened the screen and clicked into the unreceived messages in the mailbox.

At this time, Mu Ming had already walked out of the cafeteria gate, and was walking along the hospital boulevard towards the parking lot, when his mobile phone rang to remind him that the mail had been received.

The early autumn wind made the leaves rattle, like a beautiful movement beating on his heart.

What he sent to Yan Mo was all the evidence and information in the USB flash drive about the Yan family’s black box manipulation in the early years that led to engineering accidents. He knew that as long as Yan Mo saw these things, he would definitely make the choice he wanted .

These things are time bombs strangling Yan's throat. As long as they are announced to the media, no matter whether Yan Yuanqiao is still alive or not, it will be a fatal blow to the entire Yan family property.

Yan Mo is a businessman, so he doesn't know what is good or bad.

Yan Mo on the other side silently checked all the items in the mailbox, only to feel the cold sweat creeping down his spine again.

Just as he was about to press the delete button with a serious face, the call interface that popped up suddenly interrupted the man's thoughts.

After pressing the answer button, the nurse's hearty and excited voice came, "Mr. Yan, the old man is awake, are you still in the hospital?"

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

In the gap between responses, he had already stood up and headed towards the hospital gate.

Not long after, I returned to the hospital ward again.

The little nurse who led the door stood by the side for a while, then retreated in silence.

The heavy curtains were drawn in the huge ward, the light was dim, and the surrounding area was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

The sound of the man's footsteps was very clear in this quiet space. Hearing the sound, the old man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes, his drooping eyelids showing a little weakness.

In the end, the lips parted, but no word came out.

Yan Mo looked down at that pale and familiar face, unconsciously recalling what happened in the cafeteria just now, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted.

There was alienation and indifference in his eyes, and he stood in front of the hospital bed and looked down, "Are you trying to tell me to give up the cooperation with the Song family? Do you still want to say that I lured wolves into the house?"

Hearing this, the old man's originally dull eyes became brighter, and he finally tapped his chin as a response.

Seeing this, the man curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, and chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, I can't listen to you this time."

He said, opened the email message on the phone, and put it in front of the old man, "You must want to ask me why, I will tell you now, because you do anything for profit, because you have planted disaster for Yan, I believe you should It is very clear what it means for this information to be released to the media."

The old man's dark eyes trembled again, and finally he grasped the bed sheet tightly, all the muscles in his body tensed, and he snorted twice in his throat, but he still couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Seeing this scene, the usually gentle man had unexpected indifference and indifference in his eyes.

He took the phone back again and stated his position again, "The Yan family will always maintain cooperation with the Song family. As for you, it was just an accident caused by poor health and an accidental fall. I will not investigate this matter carefully, nor will you No one will be held accountable."

Yan Yuanqiao realized that Yan Mo was deliberately provoking himself.

But he could no longer control his emotions. At that moment, he felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his forehead, and his body writhed weakly, like a poor worm.

As for Yan Mo, just watching helplessly, watching his father start to shortness of breath, with a painful expression, tearing the bed sheet weakly with one hand, and veins burst out on his red forehead.

He pretended he couldn't see anything, turned around calmly, and walked towards the entrance of the ward. At the same time, he ordered: "The doctor said that you just woke up and you need to rest more, so you can't have any more emotional fluctuations."

Lifting his feet and stepping out of the ward, he met the nurse who was walking towards him with a thermometer. He smiled gently and raised his hand to stop him, "My father just fell asleep, so don't bother him now."

The little nurse blinked her eyes twice, quickly nodded in response, then turned around and went back to the nurse's station.

In the evening of the same day, Yan Mo, who was preparing for a meeting at the company, received a call from the hospital again, saying that the old man's condition was not good again, and he entered the operating room again.

He hung up the phone expressionlessly, put aside the work at hand, and rushed to the ward as quickly as possible.

While waiting outside the operating room, he received a call from Yan Yan. As expected, he scolded his head and covered his face. He listened without pain and asked, "I called you a long time ago." , why don't you come back and have a look?"

The woman over there faltered and stopped talking.

Finally, he hung up the phone with a cold face.

(End of this chapter)