The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 41 Help

  An Yan thought about it, agreed, and said, "Let's make an appointment tomorrow afternoon."

   "Where do you want to meet?" Zhou Ziyi on the other end of the phone asked her.

   "I can do it, otherwise I'll go to the meeting room of Renyi's office building. You can bring as many people as you want, or you can come alone." An Yan said.

   Zhou Ziyi responded and said, "Okay, see you in the small conference room tomorrow afternoon."

  An Yan hung up the phone. She went to Wancaotang, where she prepared the medicine. By the way, she also prepared some face paint for Mrs. Li, which she brought to Li Rongsen's office.

   When she opened the door and walked in, she was surprised to find that Nissen was feeding Li Rongsen fruit.

   Li Rongsen was embarrassed to death and motioned for Nissen to go out first.

  An Yan came over, sat down on the chair opposite him, and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you grieving yourself like this? They are all people with fiancées."

   "Are you laughing at me?" Li Rongsen looked at her coldly.

  An Yan chuckled and said, "I'm reminding you, there's no need to do this, it's completely within the responsibility of the fiancée, and Wang Lina will definitely be happy to serve you."

   "I don't need it, I'm fine like this." Li Rongsen pretended not to need it at all, and said, "You can't give me any more medicine, so that I can get better soon."

   "I'm here to deliver medicine." An Yan put a bottle of medicine on the table and said, "This is for your mother, it's for face paint, I believe he will like it very much."

   "Where's my medicine?" Li Rongsen asked. He couldn't do things if he couldn't use his hands. It was really tormenting.

  An Yan took his cup, took out a flower-like thing from the bag, threw it in, and found that the flowers opened instantly, and said, "Drink this, and you will have strength in time."

   "I can't drink it." Li Rongsen couldn't raise his arms, he looked at An Yan as if he meant something.

  An Yan stood up and said, "I'll call Nissen in." After saying that, he was about to leave.

   Li Rongsen quickly stopped her and said, "Wait a minute."

   "What's the matter?" An Yan turned to look at him.

   "I've prepared an office for you, it's on the innermost part of this floor, go and see if you're satisfied." Li Rongsen stood up as he spoke.

  An Yan originally wanted to refuse, but she remembered one more thing that might really be needed, so she said, "I'll go take a look."

   She opened the door, saw Nissen outside, and said, "You will feed President Li some water later."

Nissen frowned, he was afraid of feeding Li Rongsen to eat just now, and he was embarrassed to the death. He was always trying to figure out which position to use so as not to be suspicious, and now it is terrifying to feed him water again, saying: "If If Miss An is willing to do it for me, I would be very grateful."

  An Yan looked at him, and found that this assistant was really interesting. No matter when she was expressionless, she said, "I don't want to."

  Nissen bowed his head.

  Li Rongsen came out of the office and said, "Nissen, take Miss An to the office prepared for her."

   "Miss An, please." Tu Sen motioned for An Yan to follow her.

  This office is indeed very quiet. In the innermost position, no one should come to disturb it. The decoration inside is Chinese-style decoration, which is especially like an ancient Chinese medicine store. All the medicinal materials are readily available.

  The floor-to-ceiling large glass window, where medicinal herbs can be dried directly, and a large long wooden table with orchids and tea sets.

   Li Rongsen asked her, "Do you like it?"

   "It's okay." An Yan nodded and added, "I accept it first, but other than me, no one else is allowed to come in, including you."

   Li Rongsen nodded.

  Nissen handed the key to An Yan, she said, "Okay, I still have something to do. I'll go first." After saying that, she strode away.

   She was going to find Lingfeng to see if the red-haired boy from last night came to trouble him again.

  Ling Feng was in class, and his wife was cleaning the first floor. When she saw An Yan coming in, she rushed over to say hello and said, "Come in and sit down. What would you like to drink?"

   "Don't bother, I bought milk tea." An Yan handed one of the cups to her and asked, "Do you like the taste?"

   "Like." She nodded.

  An Yan asked: "Is he in class?"

   "Yeah, the weekend is approaching, and the weekend will be busy." Rong Qian nodded, her face was slightly sad.

   "Are you worried about something?" An Yan asked her bluntly.

"I'm worried about that. If I can't find the person's contact information, it's probably difficult to explain to them, and I don't know where they know it. It seems that we will know, but we really don't know." Rong Qian Saying so, he lowered his head.

   "I contacted him yesterday, he said if he had any difficulties, he would try his best to help." An Yan comforted her softly.

   Her eyes were different, and she became more radiant, and said, "Is it true, did he really say that?"

  An Yan nodded with a smile, and just as she was about to say something, she saw a bunch of children running down with joy, and Ling Feng was walking behind.

   He was a little surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"

   "I'm here to tell you, I've contacted Jia Yan, and if you have any difficulties, just tell me, and I'll tell him that he's resting outside now and doesn't want to see anyone." An Yan told him.

Ling Feng took a painting from the bookshelf, handed it to An Yan, and said to her: "This painting was painted by Jia Yan, and now there are imitations of this painting outside, and a corner of the original has been destroyed. , that's why he wanted to make up for it, it's not that I can't make it up, but after all, the level can't keep up, not to mention the hand is disabled."

   After he said this, he became sad, full of pessimism.

  An Yan said, "Can you give me this painting, I guess he almost forgot what he painted back then. He said that he hadn't started a painting for a long time."

   "Of course, it needs to be stamped, and his private seal is needed." Ling Feng said.

An Yan nodded and hid the painting in her big cross bag. Fortunately, the painting was not too big, otherwise it would be troublesome to pick it up. She handed Ling Feng another pack of medicine and said, "This medicine is good for the opponent, you Apply it once a day first, and apply it when you go to bed at night, without affecting your work during the day."

   "My hand can't be cured, and the medicine is a waste. Thank you for your kindness." Ling Feng did not take the medicine.

   But Rong Qian reached out to take it and said, "You can try it, it's not that you have let down An Yan's good intentions, in case you can get better."

"That's right, maybe it's fine. This medicine is precious. Use it for three days and see if it improves." An Yan signaled him not to be so stubborn, and reminded him, "It will hurt a bit at the beginning. ."

   "Where did you get the medicine from?" Ling Feng always felt that it was useless to use it, and looked like he didn't want to use it.

  An Yan said to Rong Qian, "You have to keep an eye on his medication."

   "Okay, I'll listen to you." Rong Qian nodded, not knowing why, she believed in An Yan very much, had an inexplicable intimacy with her, and she liked her from the bottom of her heart.

  An Yan nodded, and then left first.

   (end of this chapter)