Five years later, she surprised the world with her Zaizai

"Ah-"

Ning Nuannuan, who was driving, sneezed and turned off the air conditioner in the car.

At this moment, the phone rang.

Ning Nuannuan pressed the Bluetooth headset and listened.

The person who called was the Dark Eagle whom she commissioned to investigate Yan Xi last night.

"I'm driving, read it to me directly, no matter how big or small... I want to know." Ning Nuannuan clenched the steering wheel with both hands, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. For some reason, she had an intuition in her heart that this Yanxi seemed to be the same as Bo Shi. What is the connection between Yan and Yan?

On the phone, the other party read the results of the investigation to Ning Nuannuan bit by bit.

"Yan Xi, twenty-eight years old, the son of Yan's eldest son. He experienced a fire and suffered extensive burns on his face and body. He wears a silver iron mask on weekdays..."

Ning Nuannuan listened patiently to the end. Dark Eagle did indeed investigate in detail, and even roughly found out that Yan Xi was framed by blood relatives of the Yan family, but these seemed to have nothing to do with Bo Shiyan.

After listening, her red lips pursed tightly and her almond-shaped eyes twinkled.

She didn't know... what she was expecting.

She didn't know whether she was disappointed or grateful for this.

Is it...

Is everything just her illusion?

Is it just because we have lost everything and are unwilling to accept it that we have so many unrealistic thoughts?

Dark Eagle didn't get a response from Ning Nuannuan, so he couldn't help but said: "The information you want to check is all here, don't forget to pay the reward to my account."

"Got it." Ning Nuannuan finished speaking and cut off the Bluetooth headset connection.

Yanxi?

It should be far more than what Dark Eagle found.

However, since you can't find it, you can wait until you discover it later.

Ning Nuannuan went to Shang's before going to work in Tianmeng today.

After walking into the splendid lobby of Shang's, she had to fill out the electronic visitor registration form, but as soon as she filled in her name with a stylus, the front desk lady smiled brightly at her: "Ms. Ning, you have been approved by our president. VIPs, there is no need to fill in the information of ordinary visitors."

"Ok?"

Ning Nuannuan was a little confused, but quickly came to her senses.

Maybe Tianmeng and Shang signed the cooperation agreement, so Shang Yanliu included her in the list of VIPs exempt from registration?

Under the personal guidance of the public relations manager, Ning Nuannuan walked into the VIP exclusive elevator.

When the elevator door closed, the two receptionists who had been respectful just now began to exchange gossip.

"So this woman...is the VVIP appointed by the president?"

"It's really beautiful! But the president must have set a precedent for her. In the past, even if it was a big customer that Shang cooperated with, the president would just list it as a VIP or something! Now it's direct VVIP, and the public relations manager has to personally deliver it. At this level, The treatment is definitely that of a woman you like..."

"But doesn't the president have a fiancée?"

"That's right? What's your name Jiang Xing'er! I've seen photos on commercial posters, saying she is the most beautiful daughter. Is it possible that she won't get married?"

"You don't understand, right?! The president probably only has a business marriage with that Jiang Xing'er, and his thoughts should still be with Ning Nuannuan! Don't tell me, Ning Nuannuan's temperament and appearance are not a little bit better than Jiang Xing'er!"

The two of them were engrossed in chatting, but they didn't expect that a woman wearing sunglasses had already walked in front of them.

After standing still, Jiang Xing'er took off the sunglasses that almost covered half of her face, and said with fierce and sharp eyes.

"Ning Nuannuan? What Ning Nuannuan! Tell me what you just said again!"

A receptionist who said he had seen a photo of Jiang Xing'er on a commercial poster recognized the woman in front of him in just a few glances: "Ms. Jiang...Ms. Jiang?!"

Jiang Xing'er threw her brand-name sunglasses on the table at the front desk and asked condescendingly: "You two, please explain clearly what you just said in front of me in front of me!"