After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Chapter 418 Are you looking down on me?

"Half-bankrupt?"

Hang Mushan looked at Shen Yanhe with some dissatisfaction: "Master, do you look down on me? Just give him bankruptcy, can't it be enough?"

"Don't be afraid to trouble me, even if I can't do it, there is still my father!"

Shen Yanhe looked indifferent: "I have my own plans."

To deal with a man like Qi Yunqian who thinks he is the son of heaven and is very arrogant.

Directly bankrupting the Qi Group is not a real punishment for him.

Maybe after he went bankrupt, he would think that he was out of a big trouble, and started looking for Shi Wei's whereabouts again, to pester Shi Wei.

The only way is to make the Qi Group half-dead, let the people of the Qi family see the dawn of the group's comeback, and restrain Qi Yunqian with various morals and ethics.

Let him despair again and again.

Let him experience countless setbacks and humiliation.

Letting him sink into the quagmire and be unable to save himself is the best punishment for him.

"Also, I will give you a medicine tomorrow." Shen Yanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "You take it back to China, and give the medicine to Qi Yunqian."

Hang Mushan swallowed his saliva, and looked at Shen Yanhe cautiously: "Well, God, are you going to poison him?"

"It's not poison." Shen Yanhe closed her eyes and smiled: "It's a kind of medicine that will make his wish come true."

Hang Mushan's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands, and asked with a smile, "Well, my God, such a good medicine, can you..."

Shen Yanhe smiled: "No."

"Okay, it's time to go back and rest. When I return home tomorrow, I'll wait for your good news." Shen Yanhe waved his hand and left slowly.

"Hey! God, wait for me!"

Hang Mushan quickly followed.

-

Back in the lobby.

Shen Yanhe immediately saw the man sitting on the sofa with a slender figure and an outstanding temperament.

Song Yuche was sitting opposite him, with a somewhat reserved expression.

The movement at the door made them both turn their heads to look.

Fu Yanhe saw Hang Mushan who was following behind Shen Yanhe, his eyes paused slightly, and he put down the newspaper in his hand slowly, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Have you dealt with it?"

Hang Mushan's scalp was a little numb from his gaze, and he felt a little oppressive for no reason.

Hang Mushan swallowed, feeling a little puzzled.

He shouldn't have offended the great god's husband, right?

Why does his look seem to freeze his whole body...

Hang Mushan shrank back behind Shen Yanhe involuntarily, and said in a low voice: "Well, God, if there is nothing for me, I will go to bed first and get up early tomorrow to return home."

Shen Yanhe nodded lazily: "Go."

Hang Mushan greeted the two people in the living room, and went up to the guest room on the second floor.

Shen Yanhe walked to Fu Yanhe and sat down, his eyes fell on Song Yuche: "It's so late, why hasn't Mr. Song gone to rest?"

"I'm waiting for you." After Song Yuche finished speaking, he realized that the sentence was ambiguous, and quickly added: "I mean, I want to wait for Miss Shen to come back and ask you, who...then How is Miss Song doing?"

Song Yuche was a little apprehensive, and looked at Shen Yanhe with a bit of worry in his eyes: "Is she okay?"

When Shen Yanhe operated on Song Shiwei, she only brought Gu Yingxi and Liufang, while Song Yuche was waiting outside.

The long surgery is over.

Shen Yanhe stayed by Song Shiwei's side and waited for her to wake up out of danger, and Liu Fang took the prescription to get the medicine.

Gu Yingxi has a habit of falling asleep due to excessive physical exertion, and almost fell asleep lying on the ground as soon as she left the door of the operating room.

Song Yuche first sent Gu Yingxi to the guest room to rest.

Until now, Song Yuche still didn't know about Song Shiwei's situation, nor did she know if she was out of danger.

Although he doesn't know now what is the relationship between this Miss Song and the little girl in the memory he just remembered, but he still can't help thinking about her safety.

A look of clarity flashed across Shen Yanhe's face, and he said, "Don't worry, she's out of danger."

Song Yuche breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Then... will she have any sequelae?"

"As long as you take a good rest, you won't." Shen Yanhe shrugged, reached out to grab an apple on the table, and wanted to eat it.

Fu Yanhe, who was sitting beside her, stretched out his hand, and took the apple from her hand lightly. Shen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, and looked at him.

Shen Yanhe: "?"

Fu Yanhe picked up the fruit knife: "Peel off the skin first."

Shen Yanhe nodded with a smile and said hello.

Only then did she turn her head to look at Song Yuche, and continued: "If she messes around and doesn't take a good rest, then I can't guarantee it."

Song Yuche looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, ignoring the interaction between Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe, nodded and said: "I see, thank you Miss Shen."

He got up: "Then I won't bother you two, you two have a good rest, I'll go and see that Miss Song tomorrow."

After the words fell, Song Yuche went to the guest room to rest with interest.

If he stayed any longer, he would probably turn into an [-]-watt light bulb.

"Okay, eat the fruit." Fu Yanhe just peeled the apple, cut it into a small piece and handed it to her.

Shen Yanhe didn't take it with her hands, she leaned forward a little, opened her mouth and bit off the small piece of apple with Fu Yanhe's hand.

Soft lips touched Fu Yanhe's fingertips.

He paused for a moment, retracted his hand without a trace, continued to cut the apple into small pieces, and asked in a concerned voice, "Tired?"

"It's okay." Shen Yanhe leaned lazily on him, her cheeks bulging with apples: "It's just that this operation is a little tense mentally, and a little tired physically."

"After eating the fruit, go upstairs to rest." Fu Yanhe's slender fingertips were somewhat stained with crystal juice.

He took out a tissue and wiped it, stuffed an apple into her mouth, and said, "I'll give you a massage and relax."

Shen Yanhe lazily dragged out her voice: "Okay."

"By the way." Shen Yanhe turned her head, rested her chin on his shoulder, looked up at him slightly, blinked her round eyes and said, "Shi Wei has to live in the manor these days, so I won't disturb you." Come to you?"

"If you bother me, I will ask my brother to pick her up tomorrow."

"No." Fu Yanhe shook his head slightly: "As long as she doesn't enter the conference room, she can go anywhere else."

"Just don't bother, I will tell her well."

Shen Yanhe nodded, and finished eating the fruits Fu Yanhe had cut, the two of them warmed up again, talked for a while, and then went upstairs to rest.

-

At the same time, in China, the Qi family.

It was clearly sunny outside, but Qi Yunqian's room was pitch black.

Lying on the wide bed was a tall figure, breathing weakly on the chest of that figure, like a corpse.

I do not know how long it has been.

The closed door of the room was opened from the outside.

Mrs. Qi who had just walked in could smell the smell of alcohol in the room so strong that she almost wanted to spit it out.

She covered her nose, frowned, avoided the scattered wine bottles, walked over and pulled the curtains, and opened the window.

Sunlight illuminates the entire room.

There are countless wine bottles scattered on the floor of the room, and the large bed is covered with some women's clothes and messy photos.

The protagonist in every photo is Song Shiwei.

Qi Yunqian lay among these photos and clothes.

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