Ex-husband, Behave Yourself

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

"Of course, you can continue to investigate this matter. You can not rule out that you can find some useful information. Then you can take me to court and revoke all the cooperation between Yan\'s family and Fengrui and the Song family..." His eyes flashed suddenly, and he added, "the worst result is that I will be in prison, and the Yan Family\'s project will be completed, and the development in Shanghai will be postponed indefinitely."

After a pause, he pretended to be sorry and sighed, "besides, with the information you have now, it\'s more difficult to sue me to jail."

Yan Mo\'s eyes are cold and quiet, waiting for the end of his analysis, just like to expose him in general with ridicule, "you said so much, just to let me know, don\'t continue to pursue."

Mu name smell speech, straightforward place a head, have no the meaning that denies a bit.

"When the Yan Family cooperated in the project, although you were abroad, you could not have been completely unaware of it. My mother Mu Shan died at Yan Yuanqiao\'s hands. What I want is his life for his life. I have no hostility to you and the whole Yan family."

He spread out his hands, made clear his position, and then analyzed, "as far as I know, Yan Yuanqiao is arbitrary. Although you are in charge of the Yan family now, you are always limited in all aspects. It is very difficult for you to really penetrate your own strength with his old man. I believe that this situation will not last long, and your sister will have a piece of cake from you. ”

when Mu Ming said these words, Yan Mo always hung his head. He was silent, and felt that there was a layer of cold sweat covering his back.

When Mu Ming saw this, his smile gradually deepened. Then he asked, "does Mr. Yan think what I said is reasonable?"

Yan Mo raised his eyelids slightly, and took a glance at him with some Qi deficiency. "Mu always had a plan as expected. You have made a clear inquiry into the family affairs of our Yan family."

After listening to this, Mu Ming only regarded it as a compliment to himself. He laughed without feeling guilty, and then he straightened himself up a little bit. "Actually, I\'m here to talk about cooperation with you. Think carefully, Yan and I should be on the same front line, right..."

"What do you mean?" The man frowned.

Mu Ming simply pointed out, "I want to deal with Yan Yuanqiao, the Song family to deal with Yan Yan, although these two are your relatives, but with you are not the same position, specific is how to stand in line, Yan can always consider clearly."

Seeing each other\'s face a little deeper, Mu Ming stood up very loosely and straightened the hem of his suit.

Before he left with a big stride, he stopped as if he suddenly remembered something. He looked down at his side and said, "if Mr. Yan is still uncertain, he may as well check the email information. Sometimes, he has to give up his reputation and family in order to grow up."

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

He looked down, staring at the mobile phone on the desktop in front of him. After a long time, he finally reached out his hand and opened the screen to point to the received messages in the mailbox.

At this time, Mu Ming has already walked out of the canteen gate, and is going along the hospital avenue to the parking lot. On the way, the mobile phone rings a reminder that the mail is received.

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

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

These things are a time bomb that strangles Yan\'s throat. As long as it is released to the media, whether Yan Yuanqiao is still alive or not, it will be a fatal blow to the whole Yan Family industry.

Yan Mo is a businessman, he doesn\'t know what\'s important or bad.

On the other side, Yan silently looked up all the items in the mailbox, only felt that the cold sweat was slowly climbing up his back.

Is a dignified face to press the delete key, suddenly pop up the call interface temporarily interrupted the man\'s thinking.

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

"Just a moment. I\'ll be there in a minute."

In response, he had already raised his feet and headed for the hospital gate.

After a while, he was back in the hospital ward.

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

The huge ward with heavy curtains, dark light, surrounded by a strong smell of medicine.

Men\'s footstep sound in this quiet space is particularly clear, the old man on the hospital bed heard the sound, slowly opened his eyes, drooping eyelids showed some weakness.

In the end, my lips opened and I didn\'t say a word.

Yan Mo looks down at the pale and familiar cheek, unconsciously remembers what happened in the canteen, and suddenly erupts the emotion of depression and restraint in his heart for a long time.In his eyes, he stood in front of the hospital bed and looked down, "do you want to tell me to give up the cooperation with the Song family? Do you still want to say that I lead the wolf into the house? "

Hearing this, the old man\'s dim eyes brightened up a little, and finally he tapped his chin as a response.

The man saw so, self mockery ground hook lip, burying head chuckle, "I\'m sorry, this time I can\'t listen to you."

He said, opening the email information of the mobile phone, clutching it to the old man\'s eyes, "you must want to ask me why. I\'ll tell you now, because you\'ve done anything to make profits, because you\'ve buried a disaster for Yan\'s family. I believe you should be very clear about 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 were tense. He tore and snorted in his throat, but he could not say a complete word.

Always gentle man sees this scene, the eyeground is unexpectedly indifferent and indifferent.

He took back his mobile phone and again made clear his position, "Yan will always maintain the cooperation with the Song family. As for you, it is just an accident caused by your poor health and carelessly falling down. I will not investigate this matter carefully and will not investigate anyone\'s responsibility."

Yan Yuanqiao realizes that Yan Mo is deliberately provoking himself.

But his emotions were beyond control. At that moment, he felt that all the blood and blood in his whole body rushed to the forehead, and his body writhed weakly, like a poor worm.

Yan Mo, however, watched his father begin to breathe quickly and painfully. One hand was unable to tear the sheet, and his red forehead burst with blue veins.

He pretended that he could not see anything. He turned calmly towards the entrance of the ward. At the same time, he told him, "the doctor said that you just woke up. You still need more rest. You can\'t have any mood fluctuation."

When he stepped out of the ward, he met a nurse with a thermometer. He gave a gentle smile and raised his hand to stop him. "My father just went to sleep. Now I still don\'t want to disturb him."

The little nurse blinked his eyes, nodded quickly and went back to the nurse station.

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

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

Waiting outside the operating room, he received a phone call from Yan Yan, which was expected to be a slap in the face of abuse. He also listened to it and asked, "I\'ve called you long ago. Why don\'t you come back and have a look?"

The woman over there faltered and said nothing.

At last he hung up the phone with a cold face.