After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Yan Mo hangs his eyes and listens. He knows that Mu Ming's analysis is reasonable.

His face was dignified again. He looked up and stared at each other coldly. Before he could speak, he heard two sneers.

Mu Ming buried his head and said what Yan Mo was thinking about whether to say.

"Of course, you can continue to check this matter. It doesn't rule out that you can find some useful information. At that time, take me to court and revoke all your cooperation with Fengrui and the Song family..." his eyes suddenly lit up and added, "the worst result is that I'm in prison, the Yan Family's project is uncompleted, and the development in Shanghai will be postponed indefinitely."

After a pause, he pretended to sigh with regret, "moreover, with the information you now have, it's harder to accuse me of going to jail than going to heaven."

Yan Mo's eyes were cold and quiet, waiting for the end of his analysis. It was like ridicule. "You said so much just to make me interesting. Don't continue to track down."

Mu Ming heard the speech and nodded his head readily without any intention of denying it.

"When the Yan Family cooperated in the project, President Yan, although you were abroad, you couldn't know it completely. My mother Mu Shan died at the hand of Yan Yuanqiao. What I want is his life for life. I have no hostility to you and the whole Yan family."

He spread out his hands, expressed his position, and then analyzed, "as far as I know, Yan Yuanqiao is arbitrary. Although you are in charge of Yan now, you are always limited in everything. With his old man one day, it is difficult for you to really penetrate your own strength. I believe that this situation will not last long, and your sister will have the hope to get a share from you."

When Mu Ming said these words, Yan Mo always lowered his head. He was silent and felt that there were layers of cold sweat on his back.

Seeing this, Mu Ming gradually deepened the smile from the corners of his mouth, and then asked, "does president Yan think what I said is reasonable?"

Yan Mo slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at him with some Qi deficiency. "President Mu really had a plan. You know the family affairs of our Yan family very well."

After hearing this, Mu Ming just praised himself, smiled without guilt, and then sat up straight, "in fact, I'm here to talk about cooperation with you. Think carefully. President Yan and I should be on the same front, right..."

"What do you mean?" The man frowned.

Mu Ming simply pointed out, "what I want to deal with is Yan Yuanqiao, and what the Song family wants to deal with is Yan Yan. Although these two are your relatives, they don't stand in the same position with you. How to stand in line, Mr. Yan should think clearly."

Seeing each other's face sinking a little, Mu Ming stood up very relaxed and straightened the clothes of his suit.

Before striding away, he stopped as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked down at his side. "If President Yan still can't make up his mind, you might as well check the email information. Sometimes there must be some separation between his reputation and status and his family in order to grow up."

Listening to the footsteps ringing through the canteen hall, Yan Mo's heart trembled.

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

At this time, Mu Ming had walked out of the canteen door and was going along the hospital Boulevard to the parking lot. On the way, his mobile phone rang the reminder bell that the mail was received.

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

What he sent to Yan Mo was all the evidence and information about the engineering accident caused by the Yan Family's early black box manipulation in the USB flash disk. He knew that Yan Mo would make the choice he wanted as long as he saw these things.

These things are time bombs that hold Yan's throat. As long as they are published in front of the media, whether Yan Yuanqiao is still alive or not, they will be a fatal blow to the whole Yan Family industry.

Yan Mo is a businessman. He doesn't know what's right or wrong.

Yan Mo on the other side silently checked all the entry information in the mailbox, and felt that cold sweat slowly climbed up his back again.

When he was about to press the delete key with a dignified face, the suddenly pop-up call interface temporarily interrupted the man's thinking.

Press to answer, came the little nurse's bright and excited voice, "Mr. Yan, the old man is awake. Are you still in the hospital?"

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

In the interval of response, he had raised his feet and went towards the hospital gate.

Soon, he returned to the hospital ward.

The little nurse who led in stood by for a while, and then withdrew in silence.

In such a large ward, heavy curtains are pulled, the light is dim, and there is a strong smell of potions all around.

The sound of men's footsteps was particularly clear in this quiet space. The old man on the hospital bed heard the sound and slowly opened his eyes. His drooping eyelids showed some weakness.

Finally, his lips opened and didn't say a word.

Yan Mo looked down at the pale and familiar cheek and unconsciously thought of what had just happened in the canteen. The mood that had been repressed and restrained for a long time suddenly erupted.

His eyes showed alienated indifference. He stood in front of the hospital bed and looked down. "Do you want to tell me to give up cooperation with the Song family? Do you still want to say that I lead wolves into the house? "

When the old man heard the speech, his dark eyes brightened obviously for a few minutes. Finally, he gently clicked his chin as a response.

Seeing this, the man mockingly hooked his lips, buried his head and smiled, "I'm sorry, I can't listen to you this time."

He said, opening the email information of his mobile phone and pestling it in front of the old man, "you must want to ask me why. I'll tell you now, because you do everything you can to make a profit, because you have buried a disaster for Yan. I believe you should be very clear what it means to publish these information to the media."

The old man's dim eyes trembled again, and finally grasped the sheet. His muscles tightened, and he tore and hummed twice in his throat, but he couldn't say a complete word.

When the gentle man saw this scene, his eyes were surprisingly cold and indifferent.

He took back his mobile phone and once again stated his position, "Yan will always maintain cooperation with the Song family. As for you, it's just an accident caused by poor health and careless fall. I won't investigate this matter in detail or hold anyone accountable."

Yan Yuanqiao realizes that Yan Mo is deliberately provoking himself.

But his mood was out of control. At that moment, he felt that all his blood rushed up his forehead, and his body twisted powerlessly, like a poor worm.

Yan Mo watched his father start to breathe fast and look miserable. One hand tore the sheet powerlessly, and his red forehead burst into blue veins.

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

He stepped out of the ward and met the nurse with a thermometer. He smiled gently and raised his hand to stop him. "My father has just fallen asleep. Don't disturb him now."

The little nurse blinked twice, nodded quickly, turned her head and went back to the nurse station again.

In the evening, Yan Mo, who was preparing for a meeting in the company, received a call from the hospital again. He said that the old man was in bad condition again and entered the operating room again.

He hung up the phone without expression, pushed off the work at hand and rushed to the ward as soon as possible.

While waiting outside the operating room, he received a call from Yan Yan, which was an unexpected scolding. He listened without pain and asked, "I called you long ago. Why don't you come back and have a look?"

The woman over there hesitated and stopped talking.

At last he hung up with a cold face.