Yan Shao V587: Discipline the little runaway wife

Yan Yuan's sharp-edged face was always gloomy and cold. Yu Shengge, who was being held by Princess Yan Yuan, was shocked by the sudden way of taking her away. Of course, it was also because of Yu Shengge's guilty conscience that she did not dare to raise her eyes to face Yan Yuan, for fear that Yan Yuan would see anything clues.

Yu Shengge's body was stiff like this, and she was carried by Yan Yuan all the way to the door. She could feel that Yan Yuan's breath was cold.

She hadn't figured out how to deal with Yan Yuan, but he just appeared suddenly.

At this time, Yan Yuan had tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, and Yan Yuan's lined arms were slightly sore, not because Yu Shengge was too heavy, but because Yan Yuan was afraid of touching Yu Shengge's injured forehead, She didn't dare to use all her strength to hold Yu Shengge in her arms, and she was afraid that someone who was not paying attention would throw Yu Shengge out. It was known that Yan Yuan had been looking for Yu Shengge for nearly a day, and his body and mind had already been damaged.

Finally reaching the front of the car, Yan Yuan bent down and gently placed Yu Shengge on the passenger seat.

Just when he turned around, Yan Su suddenly stood in front of Yan Yuan, with a tense face, staring at Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan met with cold eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was as cold as frost, "Get out of the way!"

"You can't take Shengge away now." Yan Su said in a deep voice.

"I don't want to say what I said a second time." Yan Yuan's complexion became more and more gloomy, as if covered by a thick lead cloud.

But Yan Su didn't seem to have heard Yan Yuan's words, and still blocked the door to prevent Yan Yuan from getting into the car.

Sitting in the car, Yu Shengge's heart was beating like a drum, and his shrunken pupils fell on Yan Yuan's body for a while, and glanced at Yan Su for a while.

Yu Shengge was afraid that the two would fight if they disagreed.

"you……"

She already hurt her head, but now it hurts even more. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, frowning and said: "My head hurts, can you stop letting me continue to have a headache."

Yan Yuan's full attention was on Yu Shengge, upon hearing this, he didn't care about Yan Su, he pushed Yan Su away, and walked quickly into the car.

When he turned his head, his eyes were soft and full of pity, "Shengge, how do you feel, do you want Rumeng to show you?"

Yu Shengge shook his head slightly, finally heaving a sigh of relief, "I'm fine, let's go home."

Yan Yuan frowned, "You bumped your head, are you sure you're okay?"

Yu Shengge nodded and said, "I'm really fine, I'm just a little tired, let's go home."

Yan Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his condensed eyes were like knives. He glanced coldly at Yan Su, stepped on the gas pedal, turned the car around, and left the hospital.

Finally got home.

Yu Shengge felt like he had a nightmare these two days.

She didn't know why old man Yan sent Zhong Bo to kill her. Obviously, the old man's attitude towards her had changed, so why would he...

The sudden change took Yu Shengge by surprise. She was sitting on the sofa, but was attracted by a stack of photos on the coffee table.

She reached out her hand and picked up a photo. Suddenly, Yu Shengge's expression changed suddenly.

When did she take such a photo with Yan Su? !

Yu Shengge frowned, turned to look at Yan Yuan who came out of the kitchen holding a glass of milk, and asked suspiciously, "What's going on?!"

"The old man brought it here." Yan Yuan said in a calm voice with his thin lips slightly parted.

"Old man again?!" Yu Shengge twisted his brows into twists.

What's going on with all this? Why did Mr. Yan do so many abnormal things? !
Yu Shengge couldn't figure it out, but he couldn't tell Yan Yuan.

The relationship between Yan Yuan and Mr. Yan was at its freezing point. If Yu Shengge told Yan Yuan what happened in the past two days, she was worried that Yan Yuan would explode in an instant.

"Do you believe these photos?" Yu Shengge asked with a frown.

Yan Yuan just smiled lightly, and handed the milk in his hand to Yu Shengge, he took Yu Shengge's hand, and said softly: "How can I believe that, what happened at Su Mianmian's wedding that day?" There are many things, and I know that you were kidnapped..."

Yu Shengge leaned against Yan Yuan's arms and took a sip of milk.

The hanging heart finally relaxed. As long as Yan Yuan was around, everything seemed to be nothing to Yu Shengge. She leaned against Yan Yuan's arms, and after a while, she felt that her eyelids seemed Like lead, she unconsciously fell asleep in Yan Yuan's arms.

Yan Yuan leaned over and planted a kiss on Yu Shengge's plump forehead.

For two days, Yan Yuan didn't ask where Yu Shengge went, because he knew that if Yu Shengge didn't say anything, even if he forced her, she wouldn't say a word.

Yan Yuan picked up Yu Shengge, turned around and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

He carefully covered Yu Shengge with the quilt, fearing that he would wake her up, and walked out of the bedroom lightly.

Yan Yuan took out his mobile phone and called Mu Jinyuan.

Mu Jinyuan and Tian Mi followed Yan Yuan to the hospital, but they were thrown down by Yan Yuan halfway. When the two were complaining about Yan Yuan's opposite sex and inhumanity, Yan Yuan's phone call came as expected, and Mu Jinyuan was shocked. Trembling, looking around, he was a little suspicious, whether Yan Yuan had placed eyeliner by his side, and how could the call come in such a timely manner.

"Brother, brother, is, what's the matter?" Mu Jinyuan's tongue was tied, and he stuttered when he spoke.

"Go and investigate, why does the old man have photos of Sheng Ge and Yan Su? By the way, let's investigate, what happened to Sheng Ge these two days, why did he get hurt?" Yan Yuan's voice was deep and deep, and when he spoke, he couldn't help subconsciously tensing up. Tighten the phone in your hand.

Mu Jinyuan heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Yan Yuan had found out that he was speaking ill of Tian Mi behind his back, "Okay, I got it, let's start the investigation."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yuan paced towards the study.

White fingers tapped on the keyboard quickly, and in an instant, a picture appeared on the computer screen, which was the surveillance video of Yan Su's Grand Cherokee and the black van having an accident on the road.

Yan Yuan watched for a moment, then squinted his eyes hard.

Yan Yuan seemed to have seen this black van before, but he couldn't remember it.

"This car..."

"Eh?" Sister Mei walked into Yan Yuan's study with a cup of coffee.

Because Yan Yuan was too absorbed in staring at the computer monitor, he didn't notice that Sister Mei walked into the study. Hearing Sister Mei's voice, Yan Yuan turned his head and glanced at Sister Mei.

"Why did you come in?" Yan Yuan asked in a deep voice with a trace of displeasure on his face.

"Mr. Yan, you don't remember, you asked me to bring coffee to your study just now."

Hearing this, Yan Yuan remembered, and tapped his white fingers on the computer table, "Let's put it aside."

Looking at the computer screen for so long, Yan Yuan's eyes were a little sore, but he still didn't think of anything. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids with his fingertips, picked up the coffee cup, and took a sip.

"Mr. Yan, this car..."

Hearing Sister Mei's voice, Yan Yuan glanced sideways at her and asked, "Have you seen this car?"

Sister Mei nodded and said, "This car has been wandering around outside our villa for a while, but I still suspect it's a reporter."

This car had already started monitoring outside the villa long before that!

Yan Yuan frowned suddenly, and narrowed his eyes hard.

It seems that all this has been premeditated!
After a moment of silence, Yan Yuan slowly raised his hand, waved his hand lightly, and said flatly: "It's none of your business here, you go out first."

Just as Sister Mei turned around, Yan Yuan ordered again: "By the way, the young mistress is injured, you can make some chicken soup for her."

"I see."

After Sister Mei left, Yan Yuan leaned back in the chair, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the black van on the computer screen.

The ancient big clock on the wall, "tick tock..." rings endlessly.

bell bell bell...

Suddenly, Yan Yuan's phone rang. He glanced at the phone screen and connected to Mu Jinyuan's call.

"Hey, has the matter you were asked to investigate come to fruition?" Yan Yuan asked in a deep voice.

"Yeah." Mu Jinyuan nodded on the other end of the phone, "Whose name do you think belongs to the black van that hit my sister-in-law and Yan Su just now?"

Yan Yuan pondered for a moment, then asked suspiciously: "Who is it?"

"Zhong Wanji's car." Mu Jinyuan replied.

"Uncle Zhong's nephew?!" Yan Yuan frowned upon hearing this.

Why did Uncle Zhong's nephew's car collide with Yan Su's car, and why did he wander outside the villa for a long time?
Yan Yuan's complexion became extremely gloomy, as if covered by a thick layer of lead cloud. After a long time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, pulling out a wicked sneer.

"Heh!" Yan Yuan picked up a cigarette, lit it and put it in his mouth. After taking a deep breath, he exhaled a thick smoke ring, "Since you have a clue, don't let this clue go, I will Seeing him now."

"Now?" Mu Jinyuan said hesitantly, "Today is Uncle Zhong's 60th birthday. I think Zhong Wanji should be at the birthday banquet now."

"You don't need to come forward for this matter, I will personally celebrate Uncle Zhong's birthday." After Yan Yuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Yan Yuan walked out of the study room and changed into a black suit in the cloakroom. In order to find a decent excuse, Yan Yuan also chose a blue tie, and after telling Sister Mei to dress it up, Yan Yuan left the villa.

Uncle Zhong is old man Yan's confidant and has a very high status in the Yan family. It can be said that even Yan Yuan and Yan Su want to give Uncle Zhong some face.

Old Man Yan arranged in "Ling"'s box to celebrate Uncle Zhong's 60th birthday.

Uncle Zhong dedicated his whole life to the Yan family. He has no heirs, so he treats his only gardenia, Zhong Wanji, as his own son.

Today, Uncle Zhong had a rare smile on his face, and he celebrated his birthday with Mr. Yan and Zhong Wanji with great joy.

Suddenly, the door of the box was pushed open by Yan Yuan, and he stepped in, with a shallow smile on his face, and said, "Uncle Zhong's 60th birthday, why didn't you tell me?"