C24 Yan Qingtian's Phone

Yan Liang's brows gradually tightened as she calmly analyzed, "In the current situation, everyone will choose to play dumb."

"After getting the marriage certificate, when Baby Chen's Biological Mother returns, chasing me out will be related to the division of Pei family's property."

"You should watch less of the domineering CEO's novels and dramas that fall in love with me."

"No." Yu Sisi rubbed her cat as she shook her head and sighed. "It's not that I love to fantasize, it's that you were hurt too badly by your father and your stepmother back then. I have a feeling that good luck will not fall on me in this world. "

Yan Liang was speechless.

She was right. She had always had this thought.

Yu Sisi said earnestly, "Chill. Try to forget those unhappy things from five years ago. Accept a new life and throw away the past that has been restricting you."

Throw away?

How could she throw it away? The scar was still there. If she did not find a child, she would not be able to get rid of the knot in her heart for the rest of her life.

Yan Liang tilted her head and looked out the window. She changed the topic to the beginning and asked, "What is the bet?"

Yu Sisi's action of brushing the cat's fur paused. She lowered her head and sighed silently. Then she smiled and hooked the chin of the kitten in her arms and replied, "Ten million."

An expected answer. Yan Liang found it funny, "Then you lost?"

Yu Sisi thought hard for a while and grinned, revealing two cute canine teeth, and said, "I lost. I will give you a little orange cat!"

... ""

Yu Sisi and Yan Liang knew each other six years ago. When they first met, Yu Sisi was just an intern pet doctor who earned over two thousand a month.

Because they had known each other for many years, Yu Sisi kept collecting money from her hands. Three years ago, she had already opened a pet hospital by herself.

Now, she was already a rich young lady. She did not expect that she would still treat money like her life depended on it.

"That's fine too." Yan Liang got up and said, "Pick the most beautiful little orange cat for me. I will come and get it three days later."

Yu Sisi did not say anything but suddenly spread out her hand towards Yan Liang.

"What?"

"Give me one million first. The remaining nine million, come and make up for it three days later."

... "" He had seen poor people before, but he had never seen someone who was so poor that he was shameless even after sitting in a pet hospital.

Yan Liang's lips moved, but she did not say anything rude in the end. She could only helplessly open her backpack and hand over a cheque.

Yu Sisi's eyes lit up when she saw the cheque. She propped up her body and was about to take it when Yan Liang's hand suddenly lifted and she immediately grabbed empty air.

Yu Sisi knelt on the sofa and her eyes were filled with resentment. Like a cat that did not eat dried fish, she unhappily said, "What is it? Are you messing with me?"

Yan Liang folded the cheque and handed it over again. She asked in puzzlement, "Didn't I just give you a card a few days ago and it was squandered away by you so quickly?"

A trace of guilt quickly flashed across Yu Sisi's eyes and the young one was afraid that Yan Liang would go back on her word and snatch the cheque again. She turned her body and said, "Recently I have picked up a lot of stray cats and dogs, one of them is... Big one, eat a lot, and live in a different place."

No matter how big it is, isn't it still a kitten and a puppy?

Yan Liang acutely noticed that Yu Sisi was not right. But even if it was a friend, the other party would not say anything, so it was not appropriate to interfere too much in private matters.

Before Yan Liang left, she worriedly instructed, "It's fine if it's a kitten or puppy. If you encounter wild animals, go and report to the police uncle in time."

... ""

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind her, Yu Sisi lowered her head and used her fingers to rub the edge of the cheque. She picked up a youth who seemed to have lost his memory from a comic book...

It was not under the police uncle's control, right?

After coming out of Yu Sisi's house, Yan Liang drove to a nearby shopping mall.

When she returned to the country this time, besides looking for the child, she also had a very important matter to do.

That was to take back the Yan family!

The Diwan Garden was too far away, so she bought a building near the Yan Corporation. After buying furniture, she could move in.

The sixth floor of the shopping mall was the brand furniture area.

She had enough money in her pocket, so she bought things very quickly.

In less than 20 minutes, Yan Liang had bought the sofa, bed, coffee table, dining table and chairs. When she was filling in the delivery address at the front desk, her phone suddenly rang. She took it out to take a look and then decisively hung up.

Just as she was about to continue writing, her phone rang again. Yan Liang had no choice but to stop writing and hang up again.

This time, she did not put the phone in the bag. Instead, she turned silent and put it on the table.

"Miss Yan, there is an event in our shop today where we spend five hundred thousand yuan to give out small gifts. This is for you. Please keep it well." While they were talking, the receptionist handed her a gift bag with both hands.

On the bag, there were three words carved with hot gold, 'Tea House'.

A very famous tea set brand. This gift should be at least 20,000 yuan.

Yan Liang did not have a hobby of drinking tea, but it was pretty good to put it at home as decoration. She took it and smiled, "Thank you."

"You are welcome. Oh, right, your phone is calling again." The receptionist looked at the screen that lit up again and reminded him.

At the same time, she accidentally saw the words Yan Qingtian on the screen.

Yan Qingtian's name was not unfamiliar to everyone in Jing City.

He was the chairman of Yan Group and had been focusing on charity and public welfare for the past few years. At the same time, he had also advanced into real estate and the entertainment industry.

The recently popular female artiste, Yan Xin, was Yan Qingtian's daughter, the daughter of the Yan Corporation. There were reports online that the Yan Corporation opened an entertainment company for their daughter. It could be said that they doted on her very much.

Yan Xin's persona was also that of the Little Princess, the real daughter of the Yan Corporation.

The receptionist could not help but look at Yan Liang a few more times.

It was said that the chairman of Yan Corporation, Yan Qingtian, had an elder daughter with his ex-wife. She had recently returned to the Pei family to carry out a marriage alliance.

Could this person in front of him be?

Just as she was wondering, Yan Liang had already walked away with her phone.

At this time, the colleague beside her came over and asked, "Don't look anymore. That face can't even be fixed. Sigh, God is really unfair. When you pinch people, you didn't pinch everyone to the heart."

"No... I saw the note on her phone just now. Yan Qingtian, hey! Do you think she might be the young lady of Yan family? "

"Yan family? Young lady? That shouldn't be the case. When did my daughter give my father such a big name? "

"I heard that the young lady of Yan family couldn't bear the blow of her family members' passing, and she had some mental issues. That woman just now looked normal, and she had a good temperament. She didn't seem to have just recovered from a serious illness."

"Furthermore..." The woman looked around and said in a low voice, "She married the Third Master of Pei family. It would be a problem if she could still come out alive after marrying into the family!"

When she thought of some rumors about the Pei family, the woman at the front desk stopped talking. She shrunk her neck and didn't dare to say anything.

Yan Liang had already walked out of the mall. Yan Qingtian was still calling one after another. He was persistent and did not lose out to the shamelessness he had when he chased after her mother.

"Hello," she put the phone beside her ear and said in a cold voice. : "Is something the matter?"

"Yan Liang! Little brat, I called you so many times, why did you only pick up now? " Yan Qingtian flew into a rage as he spoke through the microphone.

It shook Yan Liang's eardrums so much that it hurt.

She turned the noise down a little and was too lazy to adjust it. "If you have something to say, say it. If you have nothing to say, hang up."

"You..." Yan Qingtian took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "Quickly come to the hospital for me now! Immediately!"