After the fake daughter lost her memory, the backup boss flirted with her and lost control

After staying in this small courtyard for more than two months, I only talked to that man a handful of times.

His tone was the same every time, just as cautious as hers.

The fact that someone as cold and cold as Wen Yan could say such things made her very confused.

Just now, he only said that he wanted her to attend as his fiancée. He didn't show any words or actions to show his love. His words were vague. She couldn't be let in just like that.

She needed a rationale.

"No, I think we can talk about it when we meet the day after tomorrow."

She refused crisply.

"Feel sorry."

The man walked away slowly, leaning against the wall.

……

in the office.

Zhu Zhu held the document and said slowly: "The time is November 11th, the location is the back garden of the Manchester Art Museum on Wenchang Road..."

Wen Yan wrote the date on the paper, the tip of his pen ticking the numbers bit by bit.

"Mr. Wen sent this invitation letter to specifically remind several organizers to work together to open up special channels for the sales of new drugs. This cocktail party is also an important part of it. You must participate." Zhu Zhu closed the document.

"I know, get out." Wen Yan took off the glasses from the bridge of his nose and kneaded the roots.

Zhu Zhu saw that his eyes were darkening and said, "Doctor Wen, pay attention to rest."

Wen Yan glanced over with a cold look, Zhu Zhu closed her mouth, opened the door and went out.

After Wen Yan came back from K country, he had been busy all the time. Zhu Zhu always felt that Wen Yan's whole person had changed.

In the past, he was friendly and kind, and would respond with "I know" when he heard those who cared about him. Now he exudes an air of coldness and alienation.

She didn't know what happened in country K, but she was relieved that the assistant bodyguard was not there.

Without stumbling blocks, her position will only get higher and higher.

In the office, Wen Yan looked at the date on the paper and fell into deep thought.

Ah Yuan was missing for two months and one week.

He never stopped looking for someone, but failed every time.

He called Cheng Qing: "You come with me to the cocktail party tomorrow."

"Yes, Second Young Master, there is still some uncertain information. Do you want to hear it?"

"Say."

"Master He sent an email. According to eyewitnesses, several people entered the ward where A Yuan lived through the window that day, and just avoided surveillance. Based on his description, the profiler drew several portraits, including one I’m barely a human being, do you want to take a look?”

"Look."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Qing sent the portrait.

The man in the portrait looks like he is in his twenties, holding a gold cane in his hand.

Wen Yan read it several times but found no useful information.

"Fuck!" Wen Yan grabbed the portrait and smashed it into a pile on the ground.

Wen Yan, you are so useless, you have been looking for someone for two months and there is no trace!After so long, I don’t know whether A-yuan is dead or alive.

He sat on the sofa, resting his elbows on his knees, supporting his head, and scratched his black hair again and again with his palms. Finally, he raised his head, with prominent veins on his forehead and red eyes.

He picked up his coat and drove to the boxing club.

Cheng Qing saw that his eyes were blurred and empty, as if he had lost his direction and goal. He immediately understood and called his younger brother to come up for training.The sound of fists clashing echoed around the ring.

Wen Yan's breathing became irregular, and sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking his shirt.

The opponent noticed Wen Yan's fatigue and took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack.A heavy punch hit him in the chest, causing him to feel a sharp pain.

Wen Yan staggered back a few steps, but his opponent didn't give him a chance to breathe and punched him in the face again.

Wen Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the sparring partner with hateful eyes, and knocked the sparring partner to the ground with a right hook and a dive.

"Is this your first time sparring with me? Don't you understand the rules?" Wen Yan hit the sparring partner hard on the face, causing his teeth to dislocate, and he begged for mercy.

Cheng Qing watched the two people on the ring holding their foreheads helplessly.

Wen Yan's way of venting his anger since college was self-abuse. At first, he cut his pulse with a knife, and then bandaged his wrists himself after his emotions were adjusted... Later, when he couldn't stand it anymore, he suggested coming to the boxing gym to find a sparring partner. The rules set at that time were that you could hit him anywhere, but you couldn't hit him in the face.

Now, he had some doubts about whether the time he met Mr. He in Country K was also self-inflicted.

While Wen Yan was applying an ice pack to his face, Cheng Qing came in and reported: "The police told Xin'er that the owners of two of the footprints were found. One of them looks the same as the portrait, and the other is working with him."

“Where do they do their business?”

"I've been followed, I don't know yet."

……

The night before the reception, Ming Feifei tried on dresses at home.

"Wen Yan, how about this?" Ming Feifei, wearing a pink V-neck dress, spun around in front of Wen Yan.

Wen Yan glanced at him and said, "Yes, okay."

"I tried several sets, and you all said it was OK. You didn't look at me at all, right?" Ming Feifei pinched a strand of hair and swept it across his face.

Wen Yan pushed it away, walked aside and coughed.

Ming Feifei came close to him and pouted: "Wen Yan, don't work too hard. Look, you have dark circles under your eyes, and you haven't shaved your beard for how many days?" As she said that, she wanted to hook his chin with her fingers. .

Wen Yan grabbed her hand and took it away, "It's getting late, I have to go back and prepare for tomorrow's cocktail party."

"Okay, come pick me up tomorrow. As your female companion, I will definitely go with you." Ming Feifei smiled.

"Ah."

Ming Feifei looked at his leaving figure and put the ringing mobile phone to her ear, "What's wrong?"

"Feifei, I want Ayan to take me to the reception, but he doesn't even answer my phone call."

Ming Feifei smiled and said, "Can you be more sensible?"

"What do you mean?"

"Xu Jiami, as a woman, you put your hot face on her and he doesn't even look at you. Why do you want to rush up and embarrass yourself? I've told you, you have no chance with Ayan. Why don't you look at other men? , or my sister can help you introduce one. Think about it yourself, I'm still busy."

After hanging up the phone, Ming Feifei called Wen Heng again: "Aheng, do you want to use the staff I gave you?"

"It's very convenient. Thank you, Feifei, I like it very much." Wen Heng said softly.

Ming Feifei's eyes were filled with shame: "As long as you like it, Wen Yan and I will go to the reception tomorrow."

"Well, after we're done, let's have dinner together." Wen Heng said.

"it is good."

After hanging up, the phone rang again, and Ming Feifei hung up with a look of disgust.

It’s Xu Jiami again!
She snorted coldly and spoke harshly: "You spend all your time hanging around an illegitimate child. Xu Jiami, you are too cheap!"

(End of this chapter)