Yan Shao V587: Discipline the little runaway wife

Uncle Zhong's departure made Old Man Yan feel as if his left and right hands had been cut off, and he was restrained when doing things. Even pouring a cup of tea, Old Man Yan felt very uncomfortable.

"Ah Si!" Old Man Yan threw the teacup in his hand on the tea table, looked sideways at Si Jie who was standing beside him, and said in a deep voice, "What I want to drink is oolong tea, how did you brew Pu'er."

Normally, Uncle Zhong would make tea for Mr. Yan, and the fourth sister seldom touched Mr. Yan's tea pots, and she couldn't tell what was oolong tea and what was Pu'er tea.

The fourth sister lowered her head, as if she had done something wrong, "I'll make you another cup."

Old Man Yan gave Fourth Sister a bad look, and said in a deep voice, "No need."

With that said, he stood up and glanced upstairs, "Where's Yan Su? Why didn't you see him come down today?"

The fourth sister replied: "Master Su left the house early this morning."

Hearing this, Old Man Yan frowned, and waved at Fourth Sister, "Go down and work."

He turned around and walked upstairs to the study room. Old Man Yan was sitting alone in the study room. His brows had been furrowed this morning. After reading the morning newspaper, Old Man Yan called out, "Old Zhong."

However, after a long time without getting a response from Uncle Zhong, Old Man Yan remembered that Uncle Zhong had already left the Yan family.

Old Man Yan sighed. Now Yan Yuan has broken free from his shackles, which made him lose his left and right hands. Uncle Zhong has been by his side for more than forty years, and his relationship has far surpassed that of master and servant, more like It's a friend, a brother.

but now……

Old Man Yan called Yan Su, but no one answered for a long time.

His complexion became even uglier, Yan Yuan was already out of control, is there another Yan Su now? !
The calls came one after another, until after making more than a dozen calls, Yan Su finally connected to the phone.

"Where are you?!" Old Man Yan asked in a low voice.

Yan Su's face was ugly, he took a deep breath, and replied, "In the company."

"Come back now." Old Man Yan's voice sounded particularly dull.

"Okay." Yan Su responded, and hung up the phone directly.

Coco walked into Yan Su's office with a cup of coffee, "Mr. Yan, this is the American espresso you want."

Yan Su took the coffee and took a sip, "This afternoon's regular meeting is cancelled."

He put the coffee on the desk, raised his eyes, glanced at Coco, slightly parted his thin lips, and asked, "Did Shengge come to work today?"

Coco shook her head and said, "I just went to the main customer department to ask, and Linda said that Ms. Yu hasn't come today."

Hearing this, Yan Su frowned, raised his hand and waved towards the door, commanding: "I see, you go out."

When Yu Shengge had an accident, Yan Su felt very sorry. Although he took Yu Shengge away from Zhou Yi, in the final analysis, he still had Yu Shengge in a car accident.

Picking up the phone and scanning it, Yan Su narrowed his eyes forcefully.

bell bell bell...

When Yan Su hadn't put down his phone, the ringtone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a smile he had never seen before.

"How are things going?" Yan Su asked coldly.

"According to Mr. Yan's order, people have been sent into the prison. Presumably, Zhong Wanji won't survive today."

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone. Hearing this, the smile on Yan Su's face became more and more intense. He narrowed his eyes, nodded and said, "Okay, I see, send to Uncle Zhong What about the people at home?"

"Follow him on the plane."

Yan Su walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, looked at the planes flying by in the sky, and said coldly: "Let them do it cleanly, so that no one can see the clues."

"Mr. Yan, don't worry, it will be clean and neat, making it look like an accident."

"That's good."

After Yan Su finished speaking, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, picked up his suit jacket, and walked out of his office.

……

Yu Shengge slept until noon, she hadn't slept in for a long time, this sleep made her feel very comfortable, she stretched her body, Yan Yuan opened the door and walked in.

"Little lazy pig, are you hungry?" Yan Su walked straight to the bed with a tray in his hand and an apron on his body.

Yan Su put the tray on the bedside table, and bent his eyes into crescent moon costumes.

"You made this?" Yu Shengge glanced at the spaghetti on the tray, then at Yan Yuan, and asked suspiciously.

Yan Yuan smiled, picked up the plate, and handed it to Yu Shengge, "Last time, it was also here. I set the kitchen on fire when I was cooking. Since then, I have devoted myself to learning cooking skills. You How about a taste?"

Yan Yuan rolled up the spaghetti with a fork and brought it to Yu Shengge's lips.

Yu Shengge opened his mouth and ate the spaghetti, savoring it carefully, "Well, it tastes good."

Hearing Yu Shengge's praise, Yan Yuan had a satisfied smile on his face, "I think it's comparable to a five-star restaurant."

Yu Shengge rolled a blank look at Yan Yuan, and spat, "Shameless."

When the two of them were eating spaghetti one bite at a time, a news report came from the TV: "A special news was interrupted. At [-]:[-] this morning, an accident happened in Lijiang. The deceased was a six-year-old Ten old man named Zhong Guodong..."

Hearing this news, Yan Yuan rolled up the spaghetti fork and suddenly froze in mid-air.

Yu Shengge frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Yan Yuan stared at the TV for a moment, his hands trembled slightly, and his dull and sharp eyes suddenly became extremely deep in thought. After a long time of deep thought, he just said: "This special news on TV The deceased is Uncle Zhong."

"What?!" Yu Shengge's eyes widened suddenly, and the dark amber pupils suddenly shrank in their sockets.

Although Uncle Zhong wanted his own life, Yu Shengge couldn't hate Uncle Zhong, because Yu Shengge knew that Uncle Zhong obeyed the orders of Old Master Yan.

How could an accident suddenly happen to such a good person?

Uncle Zhong's accident was unexpected by Yu Shengge and Yan Yuan. He had just left the imperial capital and returned to his hometown when the accident happened. Thinking about it, people can't help but swear that the accident was really an accident. Or a premeditated murder.

Yan Yuan put the dinner plate in his hand on the bedside table, raised his eyes and looked at Yu Shengge, "You stay at home and rest obediently, I'll go out for a while."

"Yan Yuan." Yu Shengge suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Yan Yuan's sleeve, frowned and asked, "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Yan Yuan shook his head slightly, and replied in a deep voice: "Uncle Zhong watched me grow up. In my heart, he is more kind than the old man. Your man is Uncle Zhong, but I still haven't hit him hard."

"Uncle Zhong has been with the old man for such a long time, no matter whether it is connections or relationships, more or less no one would dare to do anything to him, I suspect..."

Yan Yuan nodded, and followed Yu Shengge's words, "Your suspicion is not unreasonable, and I was also thinking that this accident was arranged by someone."

"Are you going to investigate now?" Yu Shengge blinked his clear eyes and asked Yan Yuan.

"Uncle Zhong has always regarded me as a relative, so it's my kindness to investigate this matter clearly." Yan Yuan patted the back of Yu Shengge's hand lightly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. "

Although Yan Yuan said so, Yu Shengge watched him walk out of the room worriedly.

Whether it was an accident or man-made, Uncle Zhong's death was more or less related to her, which made Yu Shengge feel very sorry. She was not the biological mother, Bai Lianhua, but Uncle Zhong still had some affection for Yan Yuan. of.

"Hey." Yu Shengge sighed, watching the news on TV.

Yan Yuan walked out of the room, took out his mobile phone, and called Mu Jinyuan immediately.

"Brother, did you read that news just now?" Mu Jinyuan knew that Yan Yuan's call at this time must be because he had just seen that news.

"En." Yan Yuan's deep and magnetic voice overflowed from between his lips and teeth, "Uncle Zhong had an accident, so Zhong Wanji..."

"I just called Pang Ye. Before the news reported Uncle Zhong's accident, Zhong Wanji had already been killed in prison." Mu Jinyuan said in a low voice.

Yan Yuan slightly raised his eyebrows, a cold light flickered in his thin but sharp pupils, "What exactly happened?"

"Pang Ye said that early this morning, when the prison guards were on patrol, they discovered that Zhong Wanji was dead. Someone had sharpened his toothbrush and stabbed it into the heart." Mu Jinyuan sighed.

"What's the result of the investigation?" Yan Yuan asked again.

"Through monitoring, the murderer has been identified." Mu Jinyuan got out of the car and went straight to the police station. "I just arrived at Pang Ye's place. Pang Ye will tell me in detail later."

"Okay." Yan Yuan responded, and said, "Call me after you're done."

"I see." Mu Jinyuan said: "Brother, this incident is unusual, you should be careful recently, after all, the old man has already started to attack sister-in-law."

"You suspect that this matter has something to do with the old man?" Yan Yuan stopped suddenly, frowned deeply, and asked Mu Jinyuan who was on the phone in a low voice.

Hearing this, Mu Jinyuan was silent for a moment before opening his lips and replying: "I'm not sure, but it must have something to do with it. After all, Uncle Zhong's contacts are not bad, and he can impress Uncle Zhong's people. I believe not many."

Mu Jinyuan's words were not without reason, Yan Yuan thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Okay, I understand, you should be more careful recently."