Rebirth of the rich and powerful

Yan Mo stumbled into his office.

One thunder after another seemed to explode in his mind, with a booming echo, and there were many voices hidden in the thunder, but he couldn't hear any of them clearly.

Among those chaotic and noisy voices, he could only vaguely hear "Be careful!" "Pay attention to that person!" "Get rid of this damn trouble as soon as possible!" "Jiang Yun...!"

Unexplained words like this.

His head was in severe pain, and his heart was bursting with pain, as if a sharp knife had split him from the head to the chest.

Something also flowed in quietly along the wound.

I don't know how long it took, when his brain finally calmed down and his heartbeat slowly calmed down, Yan Mo finally sat up straight. He took a deep breath and couldn't help touching his phone.

Early this morning, Jiang Yun was arrested by Alessandro to rehearse, and he was probably busy at this time.

At the end of the speech, he thought about it, and instead of calling him directly, he first contacted his own personal doctor, made an appointment for a comprehensive physical examination, and then ordered someone to check the situation of Yan Jian for him, to check in detail.

Ever since he was born, Yan Mo had never shown such great malice towards a single person.

He was raised as a gentleman from a young age, and he was always polite to everyone, even if he didn't recognize someone, he always tried his best to avoid embarrassment.

Of course, he has also met people he doesn't like very much, but they have never constituted any malice. At his status, he doesn't need to force himself to associate with people he doesn't like, so as to develop worse emotions.

But this time, it was very different.

Sudden outbursts of strong malice, severe headaches, and strange voices, Yan Mo is not a person who believes in metaphysics, but if there is really nothing wrong with his body, then he will not ignore these secrets at will. omen.

There are always some things in this world that cannot be explained clearly, and blindly denying them is of no benefit.

Jiang Yun came back very late. Today's rehearsal seemed quite tiring. When he got home, he didn't even have the energy to speak.

He slumped on the sofa, mumbled in a daze, "I still need to remove my makeup...", raised his hand and tried to hook the back of the chair to get up, but unfortunately struggled twice to no avail, and fell down limply again, his eyelids After struggling for a while, they finally came together helplessly.

Makeup remover?Yan Mo was stunned for a while at Jiang Yun's face with makeup on, and quickly found the bottles in Jiang Yun's bathroom, carefully looked at the labels one by one, and went to the Internet to find related videos. Carefully dipped in the makeup remover with a cotton pad and wiped it off for him.

Yan Mo originally thought it would be a difficult task, but he felt familiar as soon as he got started. He seemed to have played with those bottles and cans a long time ago, and even the object was the same.

At the end of the speech, he slowly wiped away the dark eye shadow on Jiang Yun's eyelids, the highlight on his forehead and bridge of nose, and the bright red on his lips. Jiang Yun's facial features were between teenagers and young people, unlike a few years later, his The outline will be deeper, and the momentum on the body will be sharper.

……A few years later?

Yan Mo's head started to ache again, and those tiny pictures appeared and disappeared, and he saw Jiang Yun standing on the catwalk radiantly, showing a smile that dazzled him, and then saw his face pale Lying in the cold light of the morgue, he could no longer open his eyes.

Those colorful lights mixed with black, white and gray rushed towards him.

At the end of the speech, he couldn't help but squeezed the cotton pad covered with oil paint, and the colorful colors were mixed together and twisted into a weird and ugly pattern in his hand.

Yan Mo expressionlessly threw away the cotton pad still dripping with mixed-color liquid, washed his hands, calmed down again, and then continued to sit down and wipe Jiang Yun's face.

After a while, the makeup on Jiang Yun's face was removed, and Yan Mo helped him apply some moisturizing lotion.

The young boy's skin was as white as if it had been piled up with snow powder, and it was still glistening with water. Looking at it at the end of the speech, he couldn't help but gently press his palm against his cheek.

In his dream, Jiang Yun subconsciously rubbed his cheek against his hand twice.

Skin feels unbelievably soft, like a mass of fat.

Yan Mo's hand flicked away like an electric shock, and after a long time, he came over slowly, poking lightly, poking again.

Jiang Yun closed his eyes tightly and snorted unhappily.

Yan Mo's hands returned to his knees in an instant, like a well-behaved elementary school student.

This elementary school student was obedient for a while, and his hands were dishonest again...

On the second day, Yan Mo completed a full set of health checkups, and some items would take three days to get results, but so far, it seemed that he was in good health and showed no signs of illness.

At the same time, Yan Jian's investigation report was also sent to Yan Mo's desk.

Yan Jian and Yan Mo are actually far apart in blood. More than 100 years ago, the Yan family went overseas and spread their branches in Europe. Later, a branch went to Japan. This is Yan Jian's grandfather.

His grandfather married a well-known Japanese wife in the local area, and later Yan Jian's father married the daughter of a declining nobleman.

This branch did not develop very well, until now, Yan Jian is the only descendant left, and was later adopted by the unmarried second lady of the Lu family as an adopted son, and helped Yan Jian contact the head of the Yan family in Europe, Only at this time did they draw up the relationship with relatives.

Ms. Lu ran to Yan's house very frequently, almost every year she stayed there for a short period of time, and Yan Jian naturally followed, that's why she and Yan Mo got acquainted.

It's just that Yan Mo's father had a headache for this Miss Lu, and he owed her in the past, so he could only run away from a distance, but this Miss Lu was relentless and followed behind for decades.

"A pile of bad debts." Yan Mo could only shake his head and sigh because of his father's love and hatred.

But just in terms of simplicity, it seems that there is nothing special.

This person's character is extremely lonely and widowed, he claims to be of royal blood, and he usually looks down on everyone, but his family background has been completely ruined long ago, and that Miss Lu is just a good-looking man, and she has long since severed contact with the Lu family.

No matter how you look at it, he is just a small person who can't make any waves.

When Yan Mo came to the company that day, Yan Jian approached Yan Mo relentlessly. The one who drank and rolled away was not like him at all.

This time, Yan Mo's brain didn't have such a strong reaction as before, but he still hated this person very much, as if he saw a mass of filth full of stench.

He turned his head slightly, although he also thought about false information, but this person was so disgusting to him, he just covered his nose, and hurriedly sent Yan Jian away again.

Jiang Yun said sourly: "Your relative is really affectionate to you."

"He's just a person who can't get anything done," Yan Mo explained, and then asked tentatively, "You don't seem to like him too much?"

Jiang Yun snorted and laughed: "Who is used to this kind of person?"

Yan Mo looked at Jiang Yun and suddenly remembered a direction.

He also asked people to check if there was any connection between Jiang Yun and Yan Jian.

In the end, he found out something.

Both Jiang Yun's biological parents passed away for many years without leaving much trace, but Yan Mo's subordinates found out that Jiang Yun's mother's surname was Lu.

If I remember correctly, more than 20 years ago, the youngest daughter of the Lu family just disappeared.

This is a bit interesting.

At the end of the speech, without hesitation, he ordered the people below to continue to dig this line.

At this time, Jiang Yun, who was still unaware, had gone through rounds of intense rehearsals, and was about to stand on the shining catwalk again soon.

Alessandro became more violent towards the end. He had lost his temper several times due to various reasons, but Jiang Yun was never within the range of his artillery fire. There is no way, angels always have privileges of.

Also because of this reason, every time something goes wrong, the subordinates like to ask Jiang Yun for help.

This time, it was because of a batch of accessories.

Percy has her own jewelry line. This season, she was planning to launch a gorgeous crystal brooch. Alessandro also liked this one very much. He decided to use the brooch on his finale clothing very early on.

Unfortunately, I just received news that the brooch was not able to go on the market as planned due to poor quality control and slight discoloration. The old man's proud work just lacked a key embellishment.

Alejandro's little assistant didn't dare to face the old man's death shot at all, so he could only come to Jiang Yun for help.

Jiang Yun is not a good old man, but that suit was one of the suits he was going to wear on stage. After thinking about it, he took his little assistant and went in to report to the old man.

"Don't worry, you won't be sprayed to death." Jiang Yun comforted the panicked little assistant.

The 1.8-meter brown-haired man shrank pitifully behind Jiang Yun: "Mr. Jiang, you must help me attract firepower! I...I'm afraid..."

"It's not your fault, go." Jiang Yun pushed the coward over.

As expected, the old man was furious.

"What's going on with the trash in the quality control department? Why did you only find out about such a serious problem now?! Why didn't you follow up in time? There are only a few days left now. Where can I find a suitable brooch!" the old man asked. Roared, "You stupid guy, with that big head on your head, is it actually just for decoration?"

The little assistant shrunk his shoulders, facing the old man's spurt of blood, and was speechless. This handsome young man was like a small animal cut ruthlessly by the rain of knives. Apart from trembling, the only thing left was trembling. .

Jiang Yun felt a little sympathetic to this guy, and coughed: "Is there a backup plan? A substitute for that brooch."

Alejandro's voice lowered for an instant, but his tone was still blunt: "In the eyes of artists, there are only better and not good enough, alternatives? That's something that people who can't achieve perfection will consider."

Jiang Yun couldn't help but chuckled, it was the old man's own problem.

"Maybe we can continue to use this one? Although this brooch is a bit faded, it won't be noticeable once or twice..." The little assistant whispered an idea.

"Idiot, you are really a complete idiot!" The old man scolded mercilessly, "You mean, you want me to use a defective brooch on such an important big show?"

The poor guy shrunk his head completely and didn't dare to say a word.