The scumbag ex-wife who became the substitute heroine

Chapter 17 The Disappointed Lanlan

An Zhiyuan stopped Xin Yan because the party started at ten o'clock in the evening.

Others follow the customs when they go to the countryside, but after entering the countryside, no one thinks there is anything wrong with letting the villagers follow his customs.

Xin Yan thought sourly, it's nice to have money.

……

Since there was plenty of time, Xin Yan was not in a hurry, and sent An Zhiyuan again. She walked towards a wall where several artistic paintings were hung. She stretched her hand towards one of them, gently After a short press, a beautiful female voice came from the room.

"Fingerprint recognition successful."

Bei Lanlan watched in amazement as Xin Yan opened the portrait like a door, revealing the safe embedded in the wall.

She knew she shouldn't look at it, but she couldn't help but wonder, what would be inside such a secret place?

Company secrets, precious jewelry, or official seals?

Anyway, Xin Yan's back was facing her, she watched quietly, but Xin Yan couldn't see, so Bei Lanlan held her breath, watching Xin Yan standing in front of the safe, letting the safe scan her irises.

Another electronic voice sounded: "Iris authentication is successful."

Stretching her neck, Bei Lanlan saw that Xin Yan took out a small safe from the safe.

Bei Lanlan: "..."

Bei Lanlan was speechless, Xin Yan was not much better, she really admired the original body, just a few potential customer survey forms, is it necessary to guard so strictly?

After thinking for a while, the corner of his mouth twitched.

654321.

………Why bother.

Tired of opening the last lock, Xin Yan found the information related to Adubo, and walked back with it.

Seeing that she was about to turn around, Bei Lanlan turned around quickly, pretending to be deaf to what was going on outside the window.

That is, the upper body is turned around, the lower body is almost there, and the legs are still facing the right.

Xin Yan was puzzled for a while looking at her awkward sitting posture, she didn't think much, but walked over, "I should be going back very late tonight."

Bei Lanlan silently adjusted her legs back to the normal position, then raised her head innocently, blinked, and said, "Got it."

Xin Yan sighed: "If I could take you with me..."

Hearing this, Bei Lanlan subconsciously straightened her waist.

She wants to go to school, she wants to work, as long as there is an opportunity that can make her independent, free, and strong, she wants to seize all of them.

So even though she's not going to like everyone at the party, she still wants to go.

But Xin Yan paused for a second, and then said to herself: "No, you have to go to school tomorrow."

She smiled: "If I remember correctly, class at 08:30? I will see you off tomorrow morning, and then I will come to the company again."

Bei Lanlan looked at her, pursed her lips, she hummed, then turned her head and continued with the work in hand.

Xin Yan was a little stunned. She could feel the change in Bei Lanlan's attitude towards her. Even if they hadn't said a word in the morning, she could still feel that Bei Lanlan was actually in a good mood. Now, Bei Lanlan seemed to be in a good mood. Peaceful and obedient, the real her is angry.

Xin Yan recalled what she said and did just now, and felt that there was nothing that would offend Bei Lanlan, so she walked back in a daze.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the company closed. No matter how other offices were, Xin Yan's office never worked overtime, so Bei Lanlan left here on time.

Xin Yan continued to sit in the office, thinking about where Bei Lanlan was angry.

An Zhiyuan came in with the clothes and the stylist. No matter where Xin Yan wandered, he said directly to business: "You still have an hour to prepare, and you are leaving at eight o'clock."

Only then did Xin Yan come back to her senses, "Isn't it starting at ten o'clock?"

What are you doing so early?

An Zhiyuan was still smiling, but Xin Yan faintly saw that under the smile was the shock of "how can you be so stupid".

Xin Yan: "..."

An Zhiyuan didn't know that he was exposed, so he said earnestly: "How can we show the importance we attach to Mr. Adubo by arriving on time? If we don't show the importance we attach to Mr. Adubo, how can he regard you as a friend? If he doesn't regard you as a friend, how can he willingly send money to you?"

Xin Yan's face was blank, and after two seconds, she slapped the table and stood up: "What are you waiting for, give me that skirt!"

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Under Xin Yan's urging, they set off half an hour later. They thought they had come early enough, but in fact, she wasn't even No.3.

Rich people are like a food stall at the gate of the school. As long as it appears for more than five seconds, the hungry wolves inside will move upon hearing the news, climb the wall, skip class, lie at the same table while sleeping, and lie to the teacher that she has collapsed and needs Going out of school to buy the largest aunt's towel, etc., all kinds of methods emerge one after another, which is simply outrageous and frenzied.

Students can spell like this, and this group of adults is of course even better.

When Xin Yan came, Adubo with a beard was surrounded by two people, and his secretary was surrounded by four people. Xin Yan paused, feeling that she couldn't understand this configuration.

She quietly asked An Zhiyuan: "Why are there so many people beside the secretary?"

An Zhiyuan quietly answered her: "The secretary can speak Chinese."

Oh.

No, then why didn't he speak Chinese yesterday? !

He spoke Arabic the whole time. Xin Yan couldn't understand a word, so she could only do business with a smile. She said something, An Zhiyuan translated it, Adubo said it, An Zhiyuan translated it, and she listened quickly. I was so exhausted, if I had said that he could speak Chinese, and he would translate, she wouldn't have gone home at all yesterday!

Xin Yan asked An Zhiyuan, but she got a slightly resentful look.

—Is it because you are not as rich as him?

Xin Yan: "..."

It seems that no matter what class you are in, Party A will always be your father.

Xin Yan was thinking whether to join the army of snatching her father now, or to be more reserved and wait for those two people to leave before passing by. She squinted her eyes to see the battle situation over there, and always felt that those two people might stay forever...

Suddenly, An Zhiyuan quietly reminded her beside her: "Mr. Song is here."

An Zhiyuan's voice was very serious. To be reminded by him like this, this President Song must have a lot of background. Xin Yan looked over curiously. It was a coincidence that the man was also looking at her.

Wearing high-heeled shoes, she is 1.8 meters tall, with black hair that grows to her waist. Take a step, and the chain will swing, bringing a room style.

Hmm... What others feel is amorous feelings, but what Xin Yan feels is not so beautiful.

This President Song has a pair of mature and attractive fox eyes. At this time, these fox eyes are provoking Xin Yan. She does not hide her hostility. She handed the coat to the servant from a long distance away. While lip-synching to Xin Yan, Xin Yan read along, only to realize that she said "trash".

Xin Yan was shocked.

You scold me?

I am such a good person, you actually scolded me? ? ?