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342 I will bear the storm of President Zhan

Almost all the messages were scolding Liu Yibao, and Wen Rao took a long time to read them.

It can only be said that Liu Yibao's current ending is not only his own fault, but also the failure of his parents' education, plus there is a grandma who sows discord and stirs up trouble.

She still remembered that Liu Yibao made a mistake when he was a child. The uncle wanted to educate him at first, but before he could slap Liu Yibao, he was pushed away by the aunt. The aunt started crying while holding Liu Yibao, and the whole house was filled with tears. You can hear it on the floor.

The grandmother on the side also pointed at the uncle and yelled, saying that tigers are poisonous and cannot eat their own children. She said that the uncle wanted to kill her own son so that he could find another woman outside and have another child.

He also asked the aunt to just jump off the building with Liu Yibao in her arms and quickly make room for others to avoid being beaten to death.

The eldest uncle got scared and didn't dare to take care of it anymore. However, Liu Yibao later scolded his aunt when something went wrong, saying that she was spoiled. If he could persevere at the beginning, maybe the result would not be like this.

The twisted internal friction of the family led them to this end.

Wen Rao put away her phone and was about to go home. She opened WeChat and wanted to contact Xiaoer, but she found that Zhan Yan had not checked the WeChat message sent to her yesterday.

She suddenly remembered that she had received a WeChat message from Zhan Yan while she was busy last night. She thought she would read it after she was done and forgot about it.

Quickly clicking on it, she was confused by the contents of WeChat.

Yan: I heard,

The Himalayas are a bit high;

The carousel in Happy Valley is a bit sad;

The distance you want to go is actually right under your feet.

Wen Rao: "..." What is this?Those who say poetry is not poetry, say lyrics but not lyrics.

What kind of wind is Zhan Yan doing?Why are you sending this to her?

Zhan Yan spent the whole morning in high-intensity work.

Although the work intensity is high, the efficiency is low.

Because she hasn’t responded to the WeChat message she sent to Wen Rao last night.

Zhan Yan didn't know whether she understood it and didn't want to reply, or didn't understand it but forgot to reply, or whether she didn't have time to read it at all.

During dinner yesterday, his grandfather laughed at him, saying that he and his uncle were more important in Wen Rao's heart than his husband, which made him reflect deeply.

Zhan Yan went back to his room before finishing his meal. He spent the whole night waiting for Wenrao's WeChat message, but he felt lonely while waiting.

Secretary Xiao Zhou happened to come in to deliver the documents, and suddenly noticed that Mr. Zhan's eyes were cold and swishing on his face, as if he was about to cut his body apart.

"Xiao Zhou, your ability to work is getting worse and worse now."

Zhan Yan spoke, his voice freezing.

Xiao Zhou was wronged, but he did not dare to redress his injustice.

I can only stand there and bear it silently.

Of course he knew what Mr. Zhan was referring to.

But when he confessed his love to his current girlfriend, he used an acrostic poem!He said this when Mr. Zhan asked him how he could successfully confess his love.

Now that Mr. Zhan has sent the acrostic poem, it’s not his fault that Ms. Wen doesn’t reply to Mr. Zhan’s WeChat message.Could Mr. Zhan stop looking at him with such a terrifying look?

"Zhan Yan."

Zhuang Tao pushed the door open and saw Xiao Zhou's tearless face. He held back his laughter and raised his hand to let Xiao Zhou go out first.

Xiao Zhou stood and didn't dare to move. After all, Mr. Zhan hadn't spoken yet.

"Go out as soon as I tell you to. I will bear Mr. Zhan's storm."

Zhuang Tao patted his chest and promised that Xiao Zhou dared to leave. Before leaving, the look he looked at Zhuang Tao was like looking at his reborn parents.

Zhuang Tao shook his head and snickered.

"Can you afford it?"

Suddenly, Zhan Yan made a cold voice, his cold eyes were fierce, and his expression was serious and tense.

Zhuang Tao sat down opposite him and hit the key point as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Zhan Yan, instead of making random guesses, why not ask clearly in person."