The beauty god is forced to love every day

A month later.

In the president's office of Yan's Group, Yan Qing, dressed in a black suit, was handling documents in an orderly manner, his slender fingers sliding across the documents.

There was a red ring on her beautiful ring finger, which was as bright red as the tassel on her earlobe.

The child's round head was supported by one or two chubby little hands, and his cute little face was wrinkled. Ever since the eldest child woke up from vomiting blood and fainted, he seemed like a different person.

After asking about the direction of the plot and knowing that Shen Duoduo would not come back for a year, he didn't say a word to it.

A man cut the ears of corn that Mu Tingxiao gave him, made a ring, took over the Yan family's business, and went to work and came home on time without fail.

He always wears a black suit, and his silver hair is dyed black, combed meticulously to the back of his head, revealing his smooth forehead.

His eyes are always cold and without a trace of emotion, like the latest bionic robot, tireless and without the ability to feel emotions.

But it's more like Mu Tingxiao back then.

Yan's parents took turns to persuade him, but it was of no use. Even the psychologist said there was nothing he could do and he could only rely on himself to get out of it.

In just one year, the Yan Group has more than doubled in size, and its businesses cover every industry in Country A.

Even most of the industries in Country M belong to the Yan family. The Mu Group was acquired by Yan Qing and became the new MY Group, which controls two-thirds of the economic lifeline of Country M.

But only one or two people knew that every time when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the eldest brother would stand alone on the balcony in a daze.

Sometimes he would cry loudly, sometimes he would be as cold as a god high above, but more often he would smoke alone.

I didn't stop until the sky turned white and prepared to go to work.

If Yan Qing's divine power had not recovered a little bit, this body would have collapsed long ago, and it was entirely supported by divine power.

That day, Yan Qing, who had just got off work on time, received a call from his parents asking him to go home for dinner, and he agreed without hesitation.

The old house of the Yan family.

Located on Yanshan Mountain, where every inch of land is valuable, we drove all the way up to the top and arrived at an ancient house nestled against the mountain and beside the water.

It looks like a corner walked out of an ink painting, exuding a strong cultural heritage and embodying the true Chinese aesthetic.

The garden has winding paths and beautiful scenery at every step. The rockery and flowing water complement each other, and the green bamboo and pine are interwoven into a natural painting, showing the beauty of the Jiangnan garden that "although it is artificial, it seems natural."

A crystal clear fish pond is surrounded by flowers of all seasons, with koi swimming freely in the water, complementing each other perfectly.

Yan Qing strode into the living room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw that familiar figure. His frosty face cracked for a moment.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, and her voice choked with sobs, "Mu Tingxiao, I knew..."

The words came to an abrupt end before they were even finished, because this person turned around, with the exact same face as Mu Tingxiao, even the same eyes.

But it wasn't his Mu Tingxiao. His face suddenly darkened and he walked forward without saying a word, "Dad, Mom."

Yan Junze looked at Yan Qing with some fear. He always felt that his wife had done something wrong this time, but he didn't know what to say.

Lin Yanwan didn't notice that Yan Qing was not right, and continued to introduce herself: "Qing'er, do you look exactly like Mu Tingxiao?"

Yan Qing's extremely cold gaze fell on the man, like a sharp knife wanting to cut off his head. How could he be compared with Mu Tingxiao?

Seeing that Yan Qing didn't say anything, Lin Yanwan thought that he really liked her, so she motioned for the man to come forward.

The man got the hint, strode forward, and looked at Yan Qing affectionately, "Qingqing, long time no see."

When Yan Qing heard her name coming from a fake mouth, she gagged subconsciously, her body trembling with discomfort.

The man was at a loss for what to do with this action. He stood there in a daze, looking at Mrs. Lin beside him.

When Yan Junze saw this scene, he knew that good intentions had led to bad consequences, and he quickly left with his wife.

Yan Qing vomited for a while, but nothing came out. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth calmly, and ordered in a deep voice, "Uncle Li, go get a knife."

Butler Li received the order, his old face full of hesitation. Under Yan Qing's gaze, he quickly went forward to get the knife.

When the man heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble, but he did not run away or beg for mercy. When he came, Mrs. Lin gave his family five million.

It's like buying his worthless life.

Yan Qing carelessly stroked the ring on his ring finger until the butler came back, then he slowly raised his cold eyes.

He threw the tranquilizer he had brought with him and said, "Take it, it will make the pain less."

The man drank the potion without hesitation. Soon he became unconscious and passed out.

Yan Qing took the knife from the tray, turned it neatly in her hand, and squatted down to look at the man's face.

Thinking about where the doctor had operated on the man's face to make him look like Mu Tingxiao, the sharp knife slid across the man's face.

Warm blood splashed on his face and his straight suit, but his expression was indifferent without any emotional fluctuations. Instead, his eyes were full of madness.

He didn't stop until he saw every trace of Mu Tingxiao on that face.

The sword was aimed at the eyes and he exerted force, but it stopped one centimeter away and he threw the knife aside.

He took the handkerchief handed to him by the butler, wiped his face and fingers, slowly took off the bloodstained suit jacket and threw it on the man.

"Take him to get plastic surgery, transfer 100 million to his account, and send him abroad."

The butler trembled and responded repeatedly, "Yes, Master."

Yan Qing irritably unbuttoned the two buttons of his black shirt, revealing a small section of his beautiful collarbone, and suddenly remembered something.

He looked back and said, "By the way, you can make your eyes black, brown, or any other color, but not blue."

After saying that, he strode away.

It was not until he left the courtyard that he could no longer conceal his violent rage. He punched the hood, making a dent.

His fair hands were also scratched by the violent collision, and blood was slowly oozing out, but he seemed unaware. His eyes were red and his chest was heaving violently.

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded. He reached out for his cell phone, looked at the name, pressed the answer button, and a cheerful voice came from the other end.

"Xiao Yanzi, your grandpa has returned to the country, why don't you come to Wan Yueting to meet him as soon as possible."

Yan Qing looked displeased when he heard this, and his voice turned cold, "Speak nicely, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

There was an obvious silence on the other end of the phone, but soon a teasing voice rang out again, "Oh! Xiao Yanzi, I haven't seen you for a few years. You've gotten angrier. See you at the old place."

Without giving Yan Qing a chance to respond, he hung up the phone.

Yan Qing stared at his phone and decided to go.

Wanyue Courtyard.

Yan Qing, led by the waiter, came to the private room on the top floor. As soon as she entered, she saw men and women under the dim light.

The conspicuous blue-haired man in the center, wearing a flashy purple shirt, with a handsome face full of unruly, is surrounded by beauties.

When Lu Chuanyu saw Yan Qing for the first time, his eyes almost fell to the ground, and he stammered for a long time before saying, "Who are you?"

Yan Qing looked at Lu Chuanyu as if he was a fool, and said coldly, "Stupid B, your brain has been stupid because of the water that has traveled across the ocean!"

When Lu Chuanyu heard these annoying words, he stood up abruptly, strode to Yan Qing, and looked her up and down.

Looking at him in disbelief, "You are really Little Yanzi, I don't believe it, is it that Uncle Yan has another child, and you are Yan Qing's brother, are you teasing me?"

Yan Qing was speechless as he looked at the man's low IQ and turned around to leave.

Seeing that the man was about to leave, Lu Chuanyu quickly pulled him back and touched him with his hand, "Why didn't you see this cool silver hair? You never wore such a conservative black suit before."

"And how come the cool earrings turned into red tassels? How tacky!"

Yan Qing dodged Lu Chuanyu's hand that was about to touch Suizi, walked in coldly, and sat on the sofa on the empty side.

She crossed her legs naturally, picked up a glass of wine and shook it in her hands, "Why did you come back so suddenly?"

Lu Chuanyu finally accepted Yan Qing's change reluctantly, hugging her left and right and enjoying herself, "My father suddenly showed mercy and let me come back."

"You don't know, life abroad is simply not a good thing for human beings. Beijing is still better!"