High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 883 President Yan (2)

Just like I said before.

Yang Moyan replied impeccably, "My brother, Xiao Xia."

Mr. Yan smiled again, with a very kind look on his face, his eyes behind the glasses shone slightly, "Oh? Xiaoyan's younger brother? I've never heard that President Yang has a younger son."

Yang Moyan smiled without any approval, "I admitted it half a year ago."

"No wonder."

Mr. Yan seemed to love to laugh.

Always a kind look.

But that somewhat too thin face and glasses made him look weird.

Lin Zhaoxia felt a sense of discomfort.

It started when I saw this person when I entered the door.

Know that this dinner is not easy.

From the lock that the attendant who came in from the outside, I also understood.

There is a table in the way, and the tablecloth is long to cover up.

Lin Zhaoxia suddenly frowned, moved her gestures, and bent slightly. In fact, she used the table and tablecloth to cover up her hand and put it on Yang Moyan's hand, which she placed beside her. She quickly swipe her fingertips, and then sat up straight again. .

Mr. Yan over there hadn't had time to say anything more.

Seeing Lin Zhaoxia's sudden action, eyebrows raised slightly, "What is Xiaoxia doing?"

Lin Zhaoxia smiled politely, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and her lips curved slightly, "My leg suddenly hurts, I'm always afraid of pain, President Yan is rude."

Mr. Yan laughed again, "So that's how it is."

After a pause, he continued, "Since I'm Xiaoyan's younger brother, don't call me Boss Yan, and call me Uncle Yan."

Lin Zhaoxia followed the words, with a faint smile on her lips, and her tone was very flat, "Uncle Yan."

After saying this, it also interrupted Mr. Yan's thought of asking something just now.

There was a knock on the outside door at this time.

Lin Zhaoxia tilted her ears.

A very small clicking sound fell.

That was when the locked door was opened from the outside.

Follow the attendant in the private room to open the door.

Several attendants walked in one after another outside the door and began to serve dishes.

A flash of aurora flashed across Lin Zhaoxia's eyes.

Yang Moyan even turned his face sideways, raised his hand, and knocked on the young man's wrist gently.

The thin lips moved invisibly.

Immediately, some thoughts in Lin Zhaoxia's heart dissipated.

Yang Moyan understood everything.

He is talking.

Stand still.

The inner thoughts of the teenager are.

If you want to take this opportunity to let the assistant go out, move rescue or something, you should hurry there.

Just now, the quick touch on Young Master Yang's hand left a few words: Y,?
It cannot be doubted.

Lin Zhaoxia moved quickly.

But just passing by.

Both are also minimalist representations.

But she knew that Yang Moyan could understand.

It turns out.

Yang Moyan really knew it all.

The meaning of the young man is very simple: this President Yan has a huge problem.

More than a problem.

As more and more dishes are served over there.

Yang Moyan glanced vaguely over the only window in the private room, as well as Mr. Yan.

What is superficial and shallow in the dark green pupil is the flash of aurora.

All the dishes are served.

The agreement contract is just the beginning.

The assistant opened the folder in a business-like manner, and the person on the other side came over to take it over, and finally it was in the hands of Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan seems to take this agreement very seriously.

After carefully looking at it many times, the serious expression and serious eyebrows and eyes did not want to be fake.

The assistant's official smile was in a commercial tone, "Mr. Yan doesn't have to worry about any problems with this agreement. Sixty-four points is really a high profit. After all, Yang's company also needs to have performance to continue to be successful."

(End of this chapter)