Yan Zimeng was filming a set of commercials at this time. After she transformed into Anna, she signed a contract with Moya Pictures. This company was re-invested by Yang Jinxuan for a film and television company she acquired. The company was renamed Moya to commemorate Yan Zimeng. .
She was still very proud of this.
¡°It¡¯s her charm to have such a loyal man who would risk everything for her, isn¡¯t it?
It¡¯s just a pity that we couldn¡¯t win Nangong Jue.
Soon, a group of photo shoots ended. While changing the background, Yan Zimeng got into the nanny car and asked her assistant Juanzi to buy milk tea. She took out her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Zhu Jiaojiao." It's useless, you can use Han Xueqian nextand Nangong Lin, don't worry, it's done, money is not a problem." After saying that, he hung up the phone directly, since she couldn't get it, then destroy it.
They are all destroyed because they all deserve to die!
Han Guosheng has been living a comfortable life recently. When the company encountered a crisis at the beginning, even if Lao Zhao took the blame for him, the company's stock price continued to fall. However, starting from last month, he felt that the time had come, because I connected several big orders one after another, and also cooperated with a foreign company, which suddenly changed the company's image.
??Recently, the stock has also risen back. If it continues at this rate, within two years, Victory Group will be among the top companies.
When the time comes, as long as he buys the shares from that dead girl, he won¡¯t have to look at anyone else¡¯s face.
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that there are only ten days left until the next year, and on January 1st, that dead girl will officially inherit the shares.
Fortunately, he signed the acquisition agreement with that damn girl in advance, otherwise
At this moment, the phone in the office rang. I hurriedly reached out and picked it up: "Hello."
"Mr. Han, I am Yan Cheng."
"Mr. Yan, do you have a problem with me?"
"I just want to ask you, do you still want the shares in Alan's hands? If not"
"Yes." Han Guosheng said and hung up the phone.
Yan Cheng looked at the beeping microphone in his hand and couldn't help but smile. Then he put it back and took out his cell phone to send a message: "Girl Alan, that bastard yelled at me and hung up on me when he said he wanted to buy it. I¡¯m hurt and want to eat soup dumplings. It¡¯s best to add a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs to comfort my hurt heart.¡±
Le Yao looked at the message from Yan Cheng and twitched the corner of her mouth. How could one or two of them become foodies? This shouldn't be a boss article, this should be a food article.
That¡¯s all, she liked cooking anyway, so she sent back a message: ¡°No problem, not only are there soup dumplings with sweet and sour pork ribs, but I¡¯m also going to make duck blood vermicelli soup.¡±
¡°That¡¯s great, Uncle Yan will just wait, as if you won¡¯t eat if you don¡¯t come.¡±
Le Yao smiled and put down her phone and went into the kitchen. An hour later, two food boxes were ready. She called Han Xiangdong over: "Brother, send this to the Advance Group. It's cold now. You can drive there. Don't ride." It¡¯s an electric car.¡±
"Okay." Han Xiangdong picked up the food box and went out.
Le Yao went to the hospital with another food box. Unexpectedly, the ward was quite lively.
"Han Binglan, you are really a bastard. My good son, how have you been tortured to this point?" He Rong was furious when he saw Le Yao. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com