Chen Yan narrowed his eyes and stared at Jiang Zhiyue's white earlobes exposed outside. His Adam's apple rolled, and his heart became even more depressed.

He let out a breath of turbid air, a thin coldness oozing between his eyebrows and eyes, and his voice gradually became colder: "Okay, I understand."

Jiang Zhiyue heard that Chen Yan seemed a little angry, but she didn't want to argue with him now, she was too tired.

If Jiang Yanli heard it again, his father would worry about her again.

Jiang Zhiyue still smiled softly: "Thank you, Mr. Chen Yan."

Chen Yan was upset by her smile. He responded with a cold face, but without looking at her, turned around and left.

Jiang Zhiyue stood alone and was stunned. She could not see Chen Yan's figure in her eyes. She adjusted her expression and walked towards Jiang Yanli's ward.

Chen Yan sat in the car with his legs crossed, pulled off his tie with one hand, squinted his eyes and lit a cigarette.

He didn't know what he was upset about. When he thought of Jiang Zhiyue's alienated tone, he felt very uncomfortable now.

He doesn't like this feeling that he is out of control.

The car was filled with smoke, Chen Yan half closed his eyes, and a scarlet light lit up at his fingertips.

After a long silence, he crushed the cigarette into the box and called the assistant with a calm face.

After knowing the truth, Jiang Zhiyue acted very quietly, but it was not normal to be quiet.

Chen Yan would rather she be angry or angry like last time, than being so quiet.

Chen Yan asked his assistant to send someone to watch his wife so that he would not have anything to do with his wife.

It was already very late when Chen Yan returned to the villa.

Seeing him, Aunt Yun, who had been waiting for a long time, reached out and wiped her apron, and said hesitantly: "Sir, have you quarreled with your wife? Your wife has not come back today."

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment, remembering the person he sent to tell him that his wife would stay in the hospital today and would not go back.

"No," Chen Yan's expression was light, but his expression was not very good, "She was in the hospital."

Everyone in the Shen family knew about Jiang Yanli's illness, and Aunt Yun naturally knew what her wife was doing in the hospital.

It would be fine if there was no quarrel. Aunt Yun breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know if the wife in the hospital could have a good rest.

Thinking of this, Aunt Yun couldn't help but nag again: "Sir, don't think I'm talking too much. If something big happens, my wife must be worried that it will be bad. I will make some soup for my wife and Mr. Jiang tomorrow, and I will take it to my wife when you leave."

Chen Yan said "um" rarely, and it seemed that he had listened to the words.

After seeing the old man off, Chen Yan looked at the deserted living room. Jiang Zhiyue was not at home, and he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

In the past, no matter what time he came back, the little girl would wait for him in the living room without any impact.

When I saw him, my beautiful eyes always had a smile, which was shiny and made people feel comfortable to look at.

Chen Yan's lips turned a little bit, he lit up his phone and sent a message to Jiang Zhiyue.

"I'm not back?"

Jiang Zhiyue replied in seconds: "Yes."

A few seconds later, she replied: "I won't go back, Mr. Chen Yan, I'm here to accompany my father in the hospital today."

"Good night Mr. Chen Yan."

Another good night emoticon pack of a little rabbit holding a quilt was sent.

It is Jiang Zhiyue's style when she usually chats with him.

Chen Yan lowered his eyes and stared at the little rabbit smiling on the screen. The little girl's pretty face suddenly appeared in his mind.

The feeling of depression was less, Chen Yan's Adam's apple rolled away. He put down his cell phone, stood on the balcony, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it.

He knew that Jiang Zhiyue would not come back, but he still wanted to say a few words to her for no reason.

The moonlight outside the window was very thick, and the sky was like silk that had been knocked over by inkstones. I saw a few stars hanging on the cloth.

A few rays of moonlight fell on the man's face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly in a hazy way, but his beautiful eyes were dark and deep, like a bottomless abyss.

The next day, the employee told Mrs. Chen that she had gone home in the morning, and an hour later she said that the wife had put on makeup and seemed to be coming to the company.

Chen Yan was stunned for a moment and asked her what she was doing in the company.

The employee on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment and spoke nervously: "Mr. Chen, it seems that his wife is coming to find Miss Qin."

"Qin Xin?"

"Yes, Mr. Chen, don't you remember it?

A few days ago, Ms. Qin was just arranged to the company's planning department and said it was instructed by the above."

Chen Yan's face darkened, and he didn't remember this at all.

At this time, Jiang Zhiyue, who was standing downstairs of Shen Group Company, was holding a copy of the evidence he had taken from Chen Yan.

She wore a red dress and a beige woolen jacket. Her calves exposed were straight and slender, and her beautiful face was light makeup.

Just standing in the light, dazzling and bright.

Jiang Zhiyue rarely comes to Chen Yan's company, and many people don't know this boss lady when they go in.

I saw that after she got into the special elevator for high-rise buildings, someone couldn't help but whisper,

"Who is this? Are you here to find Mr. Chen?"

"It's not like, don't you know who we, Mr. Chen?"

"But the Miss Qin who landed not long ago has a close relationship with President Chen?"

Jiang Zhiyue heard these words clearly, and she was not angry. She thought to herself that she didn't expect that Su Yuqing would do business so quickly that Qin Xin was arranged to join the company.

The elevator arrived at the fifth floor, Jiang Zhiyue walked to the door of Qin Xin's office, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

A lazy female voice sounded in the office: "En."

Jiang Zhiyue opened the door, Qin Xin looked up, and the two looked at each other.

"you……"

Looking at Qin Xin's stunned expression, Jiang Zhiyue nodded and smiled slightly: "Miss Qin."

Qin Xin's heart skipped a beat. She barely held her expression and said in a bad tone: "Why is Miss Jiang here?

I'm very busy. Miss Jiang will find my assistant first if you have any questions."

"It won't delay you for a long time."

Jiang Zhiyue put the copy on her desk and pushed it in front of Qin Xin.

She was too lazy to act anymore, so she directly pointed out: "Why do you want to harm my father?"

Qin Xin opened it and saw that the records were very detailed. Her expression was a moment of surprise. Her hands holding the paper shook and soon returned to normal.

It's just an unpopular bankrupt lady. Qin Xin snorted coldly in her heart. There was no one behind Jiang Zhiyue, because she was afraid that she would do what she would do.

"So what if it's me," Qin Xin held her face and looked at her with a arrogant look and a contemptuous tone. "What can Miss Jiang do to me?"

"Do you know what your father's caregiver said? She said she had had enough of it long ago and she didn't want to serve the father of a powerless and powerless person. So after I promised to give her benefits and status, she directly revealed Jiang Yanli's work and rest to me without hesitation."

"Oh, there is another one. Miss Jiang must not know how your father Jiang Yanli is doing in the sanatorium."

Qin Xin tsk and sighed in a pretentious manner: "Uncle Jiang is so pitiful. His daughter is not favored, and he will suffer as well."

"I admit that this is my mastermind, but what is Miss Jiang fighting with me?

Take your down-and-out Jiang family?

Or is it a marriage between you and Brother Shen Yan?”

Qin Xin thought Jiang Zhiyue would be angry and angry and left, but her expression was completely unchanged from beginning to end, as if she didn't care about her words at all.

Jiang Zhiyue smiled: "Have Miss Qin finished speaking?"

Qin Xin was slightly stunned. Perhaps she didn't expect that she had reacted so she subconsciously: "I'm done..."

The next second, a crisp slap echoed in the office.

After a few seconds of concealment, Qin Xin's eyes suddenly turned red when he realized that he had brushed his eyes. He covered his left cheek with one hand and pointed his other hand at Jiang Zhiyue, his face full of disbelief, and his voice was trembling: "You, how dare you hit me?"

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"Will you still get the score?"

Jiang Zhiyue rubbed her palms and looked at her condescendingly: "This slap was for my father."

Her expression was very light, her eyes were slightly picked, but her words were cold, "Qin Xin, if you dare to bully our Jiang family again, it would be less simple than a slap."

Qin Xin shook for a moment and cursed in a crying voice: "Jiang Zhiyue! Are you crazy? Do you think it's amazing to marry Shen Yan? Do you know why everyone dares to bully you and your father? It's because Brother Shen Yan doesn't like you! Are you going to divorce in the future!"

"What's that?" the little girl felt a little funny. Her expression seemed to be watching a clown, "Does the divorce have anything to do with a slap in the face?"

Jiang Zhiyue half bent down and looked at Qin Xin. A light fell from outside the window. Her eyes were extremely gentle amber, her tone was very slow, and every word was clear.

"Do you know, Qin Xin, you should be glad that my father can still wake up."

An inexplicable coldness spread from the heart to the limbs and bones. Qin Xin's words were stuck in his throat, his lips kept trembling, and his palms were pinched red by his nails.

As the last ending sound fell, Jiang Zhiyue stood up and showed the first sincere smile when she came here: "I'm leaving, goodbye."
To be continued...