After coming out of Feiyun, Wei Yan was not in a hurry to go home, so Ji Liang drove her to Changsheng.

Ji Liang was called away as soon as he arrived at Changsheng. Wei Yan was writing something alone in the exclusive box. The waiter brought a glass of sea salt and passion lemon juice and left respectfully.

Wei Yan's calligraphy is very beautiful, his handwriting is free and clear, and it moves quickly on the paper, and in the blink of an eye, it is spread across several pages.

What was written on the paper was the treatment plan for Ji Niannian.

After so long, they finally knew where Ji Niannian's "inner demon" was. After confirming the crux, she formed a rough treatment plan.

As he was writing, his cell phone suddenly rang. Wei Yan pointed out and it was Xiaoyue calling.

"Mr. Wei, there were some reports when Ji Niannian's parents were in trouble. I have collected all the reports I can. I need some time to dig out the others."

Wei Yan said: "Okay, let me take a look."

She clicked on the tablet and found the compressed file that Xiaoyue had just sent in her mailbox.

Wei Yan looked at it bit by bit. From these reports alone, it was impossible to tell that it had anything to do with Zhan Beiming. Moreover, when the incident happened, Zhan Beiming was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Although after the death of Ji Niannian's parents, the Ji family's company and resources did flow to the Zhan family, the Zhan family already had vast assets and huge power. Although it was intricately connected, the Zhan family's right to speak was unshakable.

The wealth of Ji Niannian's family is the icing on the cake, not a help in times of need.

And Tiande is just a little flower.

Wei Yan read and excerpted the key points on the paper.

Time passed little by little, and Leng Yeting suddenly called.

Wei Yan picked up: "Hello?"

Leng Yeting's voice on the phone always seemed to have a deep magnetism. The only bad thing was that there was no hint of happiness or anger at all: "Where is it?"

"I'm in Changsheng."

"it's dark."

Wei Yan looked at the time on her watch and smiled: "Time flies so fast."

"Looks like you're busy."

"not bad."

"So, are you sleepy?"

Wei Yan paused and suddenly realized that she had not yawned so far: "Not only am I not sleepy, I am in good spirits now."

Leng Yeting smiled softly: "That's good."

With this laugh, one could finally hear his emotions at this time.

Wei Yan's mood also improved and she said in a low voice: "What, do you want to pick me up?"

"it is good."

Wei Yan pouted deliberately: "Whether you want to or not, what do you call good? The word good is like I am begging you."

"No, no, come and take Mr. Wei home, that's what I want."

His deep voice said this, as if he was talking about love. Wei Yan felt like she was being filled with honey, and said, "Okay, then come and pick me up. When will you come, I will leave."

"See you in fifteen minutes," Leng Yeting said, ending the call.

Wei Yan pursed her lips and smiled, put down the phone, and looked back at the draft she had compiled all afternoon.

Leng Yeting reminded her just now that she realized that she really hadn't been sleepy since sitting here today.

It turns out that when you are highly concentrated, you can overcome the G60 neurotoxin in your body.

But this "eating dream" seems to show completely different symptoms for everyone?

At least Leng Yeting is not lethargic, but...

Wei Yan sighed, the good mood just now was gone.

When she looked back at her phone, she was annoyed not only by Leng Yeting, but also by Ji Yan and Song Zhi.

Except for the days when she was in coma due to premature hemorrhage, they sent messages to express their congratulations, but they all disappeared again.

Did these two people really disappear from the world?

But why did she seem to be the only one worried? Neither Leng Yeting nor his parents in Pucheng were concerned about the disappearance of Song Zhi and Ji Yan?

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