The real daughter was spoiled by the sick villain

"The company has been taken over by me. The first thing I pay attention to is the accounts. Everyone's weakness lies in the accounts." Jiang Chengshuo remembered that in the first few days when he took over the company, he lived day and night, just not letting anyone stop him his chance.

Check the accounts carefully!

Not only did he check the accounts of his father, the accounts of the company's shareholders and high-level executives, he even checked the accounts of his mother and several brothers, and he memorized them all in his mind.

Yi Wanjun took the apple he handed over, and his eyes were a little relieved, "It turns out that you like to play magic tricks, but you don't know that you are so good at managing the company."

"Heh." The corner of Jiang Chengshuo's mouth twitched.

He didn't play magic since he was a child. He only started playing magic at the age of sixteen or seventeen, because he felt that other academics were boring.

Obviously he also likes to do business and likes to come to the company to study with his father, but after the elder brother left, the brothers were unwilling to touch the company's business.

Those who are celebrities are celebrities, those who study medicine study medicine, and those who study design study design, and there is a small computer that is particularly slippery.

Who wouldn't think too much about him going to work in the company alone?

Yi Wanjun looked back at Jiang Tianyu, the disgust in his eyes was not concealed at all, "If your father knows that you have done this, maybe he will get up and scold you."

"Then let him get up and scold." Jiang Chengshuo was afraid that Jiang Tianyu would not hear him, so he sat by his bed and told him what happened.

Jiang Tianyu's eyeballs kept rolling, Yi Wanjun didn't want to look at him, but he couldn't help but scold him to vent his anger, "If you didn't cause trouble, my sons' property would not be threatened!"

If the Jiang family's [-] billion property was distributed to an illegitimate daughter, she would really love her sons to death.

"Mom, Xia Lan's mother and daughter will still come to the hospital to pester you and disturb you. Remember to ask the security to drive them away." After Jiang Chengshuo explained, he got up and left.

Yi Wanjun sent him to the elevator, and just stood by the corridor window to take a breath, when he saw people coming and going, noisy.

Xia Lan's crying sound came weakly, "We just want to see your father, why is it so difficult!"

Yi Wanjun hurried down, and when she entered the crowd, she realized that Jiang Chengshuo was surrounded by people pointing and pointing, and in front of him, Xia Lan's mother and daughter blocked her way.

Xia Lan was holding her injured daughter, crying sadly.

"Mom, you go back, I'll take care of it."

Jiang Chengshuo wanted to push Yi Wanjun out of the crowd.

There are people coming and going here, and many people are taking pictures with their mobile phones. He doesn't want Yi Wanjun to be hurt by cyber violence.

Yi Wanjun glanced at Li Lan'an, she was covered with burns because of the thermos bucket lying beside her.

Presumably it was scalded by the soup in the thermos.

"Call the doctor."

Yi Wanjun stood beside Jiang Chengshuo and said calmly.

The doctor came after a while, and he asked Xia Lan to help Li Lanan go to the emergency room, but Xia Lan hugged her daughter and blocked the gate crying, refusing to move her position.

"What you are delaying now is the time for your daughter's treatment. The burns are on her neck and face. The girl's appearance is damaged, and it will not be easy to recover in the future."

Yi Wanjun's face was calm, elegant and dignified.

Xia Lan was miserable and humble in front of her, "This hospital is invested by the Jiang family, what if... Lan'an's disfigurement is in your hands? Don't you want to be responsible for her?"

"She bumped into me, and still wants to hold us accountable? The Jiang family is always involved. Ms. Xia Lan, your goal is very clear."

In front of many live broadcasts on mobile phones, Jiang Chengshuo's ridicule value for them was also full.