Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

The line of small characters quickly rolled over, and most of Jiang Chengli's mind was attracted to it.

"Xiao Li, you haven't said what you want to eat yet." You Fan's voice woke Jiang Chengli from his meditation.

Jiang Chengli couldn't hear anything amiss from You Fan's voice, and You Fan changed the subject after he tried to ask a few questions.

Although You Fan's words didn't show any flaws, his attitude already shows that the news on the news has a high probability of being true.

Before Jiang Chengli left the company, the company's shares were scattered, most of which were given to Ji Xun and You Fan, and the rest were equally distributed to the company's veteran shareholders, but these people did not have enough capital to compete with You Fan.

Jiang Chengli speculated that it might be acquired by other capital forces, but the scope was wider, and he couldn't guess who it would be.

"...Xiao Li?" You Fan's voice was gentle and patient.

"You can eat whatever you want." Jiang Chengli came back to his senses, frowned and hung up the phone.

You Fan originally said that he would come back on the morning of the New Year’s Eve. The kitchen on the first floor had been busy preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner since the morning, but until ten o’clock in the evening, the food was reheated over and over again, and most of the Spring Festival Gala on TV was broadcast. didn't come back.

Jiang Chengli was thinking about the new chairman, sitting at the table and eating every mouthful, looking at the door from time to time.

"No news yet?" Jiang Chengli asked the eighth time.

"It's almost there, it's almost here." The servant reheated the cold food and put it on the table, feeling very helpless.

It is said that it is coming soon, but in fact no one knows.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, people set off firecrackers, and the sky was full of firecrackers, and even the sound of firecrackers in the next street could be clearly heard.

Jiang Chengli and others were impatient, pacing back and forth in the bedroom leaning on crutches and looking out the window, carefully discerning the sound of cars from the sound of firecrackers. After a long time, they finally heard the faint sound of car horns.

"President You is back." The courtyard door was pushed open, and the voice of the bodyguards following You Fan came from the courtyard.

As soon as Jiang Chengli's eyes lit up, he saw You Fan being pushed into the room in a wheelchair.

It was the first time for Jiang Chengli to see him being pushed. Before, he had always controlled himself and never asked others to help.

The warm light from the ornate chandelier fell on You Fan's face, reflecting a flushed cheek with his eyes closed.

"Boss You is drunk, hurry up and make some hangover soup." The bodyguard instructed the servant standing beside him, with a somewhat anxious tone.

Jiang Chengli could smell a strong smell of alcohol from a distance away, and he didn't know how much he drank.

Seeing You Fan like this, he knew that he was very drunk, and he would definitely not be able to ask anything, Jiang Chengli was a little disappointed, and sat far away, not wanting to go there.

Unexpectedly, You Fan opened his eyes quickly, and his eyes wandered around the room, as if looking for something, and finally landed on Jiang Chengli before stopping.

"Xiao Li, come here." You Fan waved to Jiang Chengli, opened his eyes and looked very sober, and his tone was very normal, not like drunk.

The more normal You Fan behaved, the more dangerous Jiang Chengli felt.

According to You Fan's personality, he seldom drinks alcohol, and even if he does, he will never let himself drink like this.

He was very reluctant to go there, but the bodyguard beside You Fan had already come over, and if he didn't agree with him, he would drag him over: "Master, President You, please go over."

Jiang Chengli had no choice but to walk slowly to You Fan with a cane.

The closer you got, the stronger the smell of alcohol on You Fan's body, coupled with his unique aroma, full of aggressiveness, Jiang Chengli became more and more uneasy.

You Fan was sitting on the bed with his head slightly raised, his eyes following Jiang Chengli's movement, his warm eyes were turning with incomprehensible emotions, he pointed to the ground and said: "Xiao Li, you are too tall, sit down and let me sit down." It's good to see you."

There was no chair on the carpet, Jiang Chengli glanced at it and asked in a daze, "What?"

He felt that something was wrong with You Fan, and subconsciously wanted to run, but the bodyguard behind him immediately held his shoulders and pressed him to the ground.

Jiang Chengli glared at the bodyguard angrily: "Don't touch me."

Hearing this, the bodyguard let go of his grip.

Jiang Chengli's ankle hadn't healed well, and he felt pain in his heart when he tried hard. In order to avoid suffering, he had to sit down with his knees bent and his legs hugged, and rubbed his ankle complaining.