My boy group debuted to go bankrupt

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"Okay, I see." Ye Nanzhong hung up the phone, and pressed the center of his eyebrows with complicated emotions. His expression was a little confused and bewildered, as if he couldn't figure it out.

Song Jin blinked slowly, and immediately put aside the contract issue that was still being discussed just now, and asked curiously, "Brother Ye, I didn't expect you to show such an expression, what happened?"

"My sister-in-law..." Ye Nanzhong stopped talking as soon as he spit out the figure, with heavy emotions hanging between his brows, the sensor light at the villa's entrance has been turned off, and only a little light from the living room shines in, falling on Ye Nanzhong His face made it difficult to discern his emotions.

The earth is a sphere, and even making friends is a circle. There is nothing hidden in the circle of the rich. Naturally, Ye Beiqing knows more or less about those things. After spending so much money, it turned out to be a younger brother in the end. Some people think that Ye Beiqing did the right thing, and Jiang Lin's vision is too low. Isn't it good to lock up a capable younger brother and treat him like a cow...

There are all kinds of theories, the Ye family's matter is not so shocking, but it is enough for people to talk about.

So even though Ye Nanzhong seldom talked about the affairs of the Ye family, Song Jin should know all about it, and even because EM had more contact with Ye Zhiyuan and Ying Cheng, who were close or friendly relatives and friends with Ye Nanzhong, Some outsiders don't know, they have heard a thing or two.

Just because I heard that Song Jin had a bad impression of Jiang Lin.

He immediately frowned, and sneered in a bad tone, "What did you do this time? Could it be that you sold Ye Zhai?"

"...It's not so outrageous." Ye Nanzhong was amused by his appearance of facing an enemy and fighting against injustice. He stood up and paused, then looked back at him calmly, "Did you drink today? Can you drive?"

Song Jin recalled his meeting with Wang Sheng again, and nodded awkwardly, "After drinking a little fruit wine, I can drive."

Ye Nanzhong breathed a sigh of relief. He drank a little too much today. Although the smell of alcohol dissipated after a few hours, would there be any problems if he didn't drive properly? Moreover, the city is now very strict on drunk driving and driving without a license. , as long as Song Jin can drive, there is no need to call Xiao Zhang back.

Thinking about it, he still asked, "If possible, can you take me to the hospital?"

"Hospital? Are you injured?" Song Jin stood up nervously.

Ye Nanzhong patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "It's not me, it's my sister-in-law, she's in xx hospital right now, she's said to be in a coma."

……

"Ah?" Song Jin's eyes widened, and she almost drove the car into the river in shock.

Ye Nanzhong's expression was also very helpless, and he even felt inexplicably ashamed. He covered his face and said in a muffled voice, "That's what I said, so she is lying on the hospital bed now, and it was Ye Zhiyuan who called me." Telephone."

"...Is this real? Are you sure it wasn't Ye Zhiyuan who lied to you?" Song Jin still didn't believe it.

It's really unbelievable, Jiang Lin - the sister-in-law who guards against his family's brother Ye and prevents an illegitimate child, actually knows how to chase stars?Or is he chasing his deadly enemy, Brother Ye?And because of Brother Ye's scolding with black fans, he sent himself to the hospital in anger?

TV dramas don't dare to shoot like this!Did Jiang Lin suddenly become enlightened?Suddenly cleansed by that meddling Virgin Mary?

Song Jin asked a lot of questions in his heart, and the deputy captain of EM expression management No. 2 was too shocked to manage his own expressions.

Ye Nanzhong shook his head, "Although Ye Zhiyuan has done many troublesome things, he seldom lies, and he is not very good at lying. Every time he is caught doing something bad, he either admits his mistake immediately or freezes. As a result, I received a lot of scolding from my elder brother and sister-in-law."

When Ye Nanzhong was in junior high school, Ye Zhiyuan didn’t go home after school and was encouraged by his friends to play arcade games. He played until it was dark and didn’t come back. In this place, he caught Ye Zhiyuan, who was so oblivious to the game and didn't know what night it was.

After returning, Ye Zhiyuan experienced the power of mixed doubles for the first time.

At that time, Ye Nanzhong had just entered junior high school, and he was at home on monthly leave, and his relationship with Ye Zhiyuan was not bad. He gave the child medicine, and seeing how pitiful he was with tears in his eyes, he asked him helplessly, "Why didn't you just now?" Say more nice things to your father? Wouldn't it be nice to not be beaten so hard?"

Ye Zhiyuan pursed his lips and hummed choked up, his voice was still milky, "I don't want it, if I did something wrong, I did it wrong, and it's a coward who makes excuses to say good things!"

"To be the most stubborn wild horse and suffer the worst beating?" Song Jin rarely heard him talk about such a trivial matter, and expressed his opinion a little funny.

Ye Nanzhong also smiled, with tenderness in his eyes, "Maybe, this is the wonderful self-esteem of young people."

"So it sounds like Young Master Xiaoye had quite a personality before, why is he so cowardly now?"

"Eh..." Ye Nan choked up a bit, obviously not knowing how to answer this question.

Fortunately, Song Jin just sighed casually, and didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, so he changed the topic instantly, "Since Young Master Xiaoye doesn't lie, then what he said is true?"

"Not necessarily, maybe it was a mistake." Ye Nanzhong thought so. After all, with Ye Zhiyuan's needle-pointed brain, he could mistake him for having an affair with Jiang Lin, and it's not wrong to cause other mistakes. impossible.

Ye Nanzhong couldn't believe that Jiang Lin would scold his black fans until he went to the hospital until he saw the suspect.

A young man in a crumpled and expensive suit was sitting in the corridor of the hospital. When he saw someone approaching from a distance, he jumped up and shouted angrily, "Ye——"

"Be honest!" As soon as he stood up, Ye Zhiyuan pushed him back with one hand, and fell unsteadily into the plastic seat again.

"You!" The young man raised his head abruptly. His custom-made hairstyle, which he had spent a lot of money on, was already messed up, and it was placed on his forehead, making him look gloomy.

Ye Zhiyuan looked like a bully outside, so he immediately stared back, "Look, look, you can beat me in front of the police! If you dare to touch me with a finger, my little uncle can send you to prison Good meal!"

"Heh, Young Master Xiaoye is a good-for-nothing trash!" The young man taunted wantonly.

Ye Zhiyuan blushed angrily, clenched his fists and rushed forward, "You—"

The two policemen who were sticking to the wall and wanted to be transparent people couldn't sit still this time, so they hurried forward and pulled the two apart, and comforted them with a smile, "Two two, calm down, this is a hospital, everyone Calm down calm down."

Ye Zhiyuan, who has been disciplined recently, no longer has the domineering temper he used to have. He gritted his teeth and wanted to say "forget it", but the young man didn't give up. He sneered and said, "Young Master Ye, I will pay back what you said just now. If you dare to touch one of my fingers, I will send you to the juvenile prison to replace your dead father and discipline you!"

"You fucking!" Ye Zhiyuan's eyes turned red instantly.

Ye Nanzhong heard the quarrel from afar, and with his sensitive ears after learning music, he immediately recognized who the two opposing voices were.

His brows were heavy, but there was a gentle smile on his face, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly and he walked over, "I won't bother Young Master Chen with my nephew's discipline."

Before inserting them, he looked down at the person sitting in the plastic chair and laughed, "After all, it doesn't look very decent to quarrel with a minor at your age."

"Ye, Nan, Zhong!" Chen Qian's entire face became gloomy visible to the naked eye.

Ye Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, tears of grievance filled his eyes, and he choked up as soon as he opened his mouth, "Little uncle!"

"..." Ye Nanzhong met his red eyes, and he didn't know whether it was because he talked about the past on the road, or because he heard the phrase "dead father", his heart softened a little.

He sighed, reached out and patted Ye Zhiyuan's head, "Okay, the kid will stay behind and don't push himself."

"...Oh." Ye Zhiyuan nodded blankly. When Song Jin pulled him to his side, he foolishly touched the place on the top of his head that Ye Nanzhong touched. People looked like puppets out of oil, dumbfounded.

Ye Nan took a good look at Chen Qian. He was wearing a suit, with remnants of pomade on his hair, a diamond collar clip, and a watch on his wrist that was not cheap. This outfit was either for business or to attend a dinner party, but the clothes There are traces of being scratched and wrinkled, and the leather shoes, trousers and even the sleeves are also stained with dust. Is this a fight?Or rolled around on the ground and played with mud?

At this time, Ye Nanzhong didn't connect him with Jiang Lin, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you here?"

So lingering.

"I stay wherever I like, can you control me!" Chen Qian choked on him as soon as he opened his mouth, lifted his bangs and sneered, quite a kind of virtue of smashing a jar.

Ye Nanzhong looked suspicious. In his previous life, Chen Qian was a senior in the same department. He always wanted to be the dean of the prestigious finance school in China. However, the dean did not accept him and recommended him to another powerful mentor. On the contrary, it was Ye Nanzhong who, upon entering the school, was taken in by the dean on his own initiative with his bug-like resume, and was trained as a closed disciple.

However, in fact, Ye Nanzhong didn't get along with Chen Qian very much, and he didn't notice this man who single-handedly made the building collapse until Ye's bankruptcy crisis.

At that time, Chen Qian was in his thirties and had worked hard in the workplace for many years. He had already become an old fox, always taking three points and seven points in his words and actions.

After rebirth, he didn't have much contact with Chen Qian. He sent him out of the capital just by meeting him, which severely damaged Chen's plan to enter Beijing. When we met again in the toilet, the other person's gloomy and calculating appearance was not much different from the person he remembered. Now when he heard this person talking, he remembered that Chen Qian is only around 25 now, just after graduating from university.

Ye Nan scanned his eyes again, and said with a half-smile, "It seems that Young Master Chen has hit a lot of walls recently?"

Chen Qian's pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth and stared at him, "Thank you Ye Dong."

"You're welcome." Ye Nanzhong gave him a smile, and before he got angry, he turned his head and asked the policemen on both sides with a serious expression, "Who is responsible for the case of my sister-in-law being attacked by black fans?"

"Uh, Dong Ye, both of us." The two police officers looked embarrassed.

Ye Nanzhong frowned, "You..."

"Yes, I am that black fan." Chen Qian stepped on the chair and smiled provocatively, "What's the matter? You want to hit me? Come on! If you dare to touch me, the headline of tomorrow's entertainment page will be a popular artist Beat up innocent fans, come and try."

Ye Nanzhong: "..."

He seriously thought about the feasibility of this suggestion. To be honest, from his previous life to this life, he really wanted to beat Chen Qian, much stronger than wanting to beat Ye Zhiyuan.

"Come here! You are not afraid that your career will fall to the bottom!" Chen Qian showed a smile of the second illness.

"..." Ye Nanzhong looked at him for a long time, and suddenly felt that a beating for such a person was too light, and he should be taught another lesson.

He thought about it, sighed slowly, and turned his gaze to the policeman, "Did you take this black fan gentleman for a psychiatric examination?"

"Ah?" The two policemen froze for a moment, and one waved his hand and said, "No need, this is Young Master Chen..."

"Chen Chuang is the only Chen family in the capital. Does the Chen family have a young master named Chen Qian? I have known Chen Chuang for a long time, why didn't I know?" Ye Nanzhong's voice was calm and his eyes narrowed. , smiling gently and for no reason makes people feel panicked.

The police hesitated, "He is from City H..."

"The one in H city? Chen's company? Why did the young master of Chen's company come here alone? Isn't it really a fake?" Ye Nanzhong smiled lightly, but asked sharply, "Do you really have any?" Have you checked it out?"

There is no such thing as "Master Chen Qian" in the Chen family, who made him just an illegitimate child.

"Ye Nanzhong!" Chen Qian, who was stepped on with a sore foot, jumped up unexpectedly, and grabbed Ye Nanzhong's collar with a full face of anger.

His eyes were so ferocious that he wanted to eat his flesh and blood, but the next second his expression froze, and he looked at the hand grabbing his wrist in disbelief.

The 20-year-old young man is pampered all the year round, and he doesn't often see the sun. Many female stars with fair and delicate skin can't compare with him. His fingers are thin and slender, and the blue veins on the back of his hand are beautifully intertwined. Looking at his weak hand, At this time, Chen Qian, who was so strong, felt that his wrist bones were about to be broken. He wanted to pull out his hand, but he couldn't.

Ye Nan looked down at the face in front of him calmly, "Young Master Chen, what are you doing? You are so angry that you want to do it?"

"Let go!" Chen Qian became anxious and waved his other hand.

Ye Nanzhong immediately pushed the person forward, and at the same time he let go of his hand and took a step back, pretending to avoid it, Chen Qian's hand swept across the back of Ye Nanzhong's hand, leaving a Dazzling red marks.

"Ye Dong (Little Uncle/Brother Ye)!"

bang-

Chen Qian was thrown into the plastic chair unceremoniously, and instantly felt that his butt was about to split open. He raised his head angrily, only to find that Ye Nanzhong, who was standing there quietly and covering his hands, was surrounded, and everyone was asking him what to do. In this way, only one policeman came here, took out his baton and pinned him in the chair, preventing him from getting up.

"It's okay, it's just red." Ye Nanzhong showed the back of his hand in a flat tone.

"Of course you're fucking fine!" Chen Qian was still furious. Everything was not going well for him today, coupled with the pressure brought by his previous company and family, he was about to lose his mind, and he had no time to think about things.

Ye Nanzhong glanced at him indifferently, and said the last sentence, "It seems that Young Master Chen not only needs to check whether he is mentally ill, but also checks for mania."

"Let me pay for the fee." He squinted his phoenix eyes and showed a spring-like smile.

Chen Qian, who was locked by those eyes, felt that he had fallen into an ice cave.

The author has something to say: Song Jin: He is a top-notch artist, not a popular artist. Alas, this person can't even compile news.

Brother Ye: ...You focus on this?

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Kawen is so powerful, I wanted to add a little more QAQ