Chapter 256 Yan Jiaye's nephew, a new rival in love? (3 more)

  Cloud City Airport

  Song Fengwan helped the old lady of the Yan family to get into the car first. She came over this time and brought many Nanjiang specialties. The trunk almost couldn't fit. After the four got on the car, Yan Wangchuan drove the car, and the strange man naturally sat in the passenger car.

  Before leaving the airport, the road section was a bit congested. Yan Wangchuan grabbed the steering wheel and looked to the person on the side, "Thank you this time."

   "Yes, it just happened to be fine during the holiday, Huang Ma also went home, grandma is not relieved when she comes to the house alone." The man's voice was light and soft, and he spoke very politely to Yan Wangchuan.

"when are you going back?"

  Song Fengwan lowered his head and smiled.

  Someone kindly sent Grandma Yan over, and she drove people away without getting hot in the car buttocks?

  The person seemed to be accustomed to Yan Wangchuan’s way of chatting, and he was not surprised or angry, “I’ll look at the ticket later.”

   "There are no people in the young minister's family. They used to spend the New Year in our house. Otherwise, don't go back and stay together for fun." The old lady suggested.

  Song Fengwan raised his eyebrows slightly, his name was...

   Yan Shaochen?

   "No, I have something to do when I go back." Yan Shaochen had already taken out his mobile phone and started to check the ticket.

  "This is a big Chinese New Year, your parents are abroad, why are you going back alone? Don't listen to your uncle's nonsense." The old lady snorted softly.

   "I..." Before Yan Shaochen spoke, he was blocked by Yan Wangchuan.

   "Since he wants to go back, why should you make it difficult for you to let him stay."

  Song Fengwan was stunned. Everyone inevitably spoke politely, so he should have his mouth sealed, so he couldn't chat.

  "Young minister, you stay in Yuncheng and be your grandmother." The old lady wanted to kill Yan Wangchuan, "Don't care about your uncle, he is stupid and doesn't speak normally. This opening can kill his popularity!"

  Song Fengwan nodded vigorously, which summed it up very well.

  Because of the presence of an old lady, Song Fengwan did not feel boring on the way back, but she also understood the identity of the Yan Shaochen.

   and the Yan family are distant relatives. His grandfather and grandfather Yan Wangchuan are uncle brothers. Later, the news was interrupted by the war and turmoil, and it was after the millennium to contact him again.

  This relative is far behind, but according to seniority, he should call Yan Wangchuan an uncle.

  Yan Wangchuan has never been married. The old lady has no grandchildren. He totally loves Yan Shaochen as a grandson. He often accompanies her after work. He is obviously more talkative, likable and close to Yan Wangchuan than Yan Wangchuan.

  He didn't join the Yan Group, but he set up a small studio by himself, also engaged in jewelry design. Listening to the content of the conversation, it seems that he has won a design award some time ago.

  Song Fengwan lowered his head to send a message to Qiao Aiyun, informing her that someone else would go, lest she was not prepared.

  **

  Qiao's house

  Qiao Aiyun did not prepare. There is one more person here, who is also a relative of the Yan family. When we meet for the first time, she must prepare well. She cooks two more hard dishes. In a blink of an eye, four people will arrive.

   "Auntie." Qiao Aiyun was still a little nervous facing the old lady.

  "Cooking? Why are you busy with this? Let's go out to eat." Although the old lady said so, she was still happy in her heart, at least Qiao Aiyun was interested.

  There is a hostess in this family that is different.

   "It's okay, no trouble, please come inside."

  Qiao Aiyun greeted Yan Shaochen into the house by the way, "You come in, too."

  "This is the young minister." The old lady introduced, "Young minister, this is what I mentioned to you..."

   "Well, good auntie." Yan Shaochen followed his kindness.

   Yan Wangchuan reminded him, "He called my uncle."

  Qiao Aiyun had a fever in her ears. He wanted to say that this title is symmetrical and lovers.

   Zhang Luo and a few people sat down, and Qiao Aiyun continued to work in the kitchen. Yan Wangchuan originally wanted to go to the kitchen to help. After breaking a plate and being kicked out, the old lady went to the kitchen and took a look.

  Qiao Aiyun was bowing her head to clean up the tiles on the floor, "Wangchuan has never been in the kitchen, so please bear with me."

   "It's okay." Qiao Aiyun really wanted to reprimand this person who was not helping, but his mother was there and she couldn't speak up.

  Since he entered her house, he has changed two sets of porcelain bowls, he broke the plates, Qiao Aiyun is not surprised.

  **

When Yan Wangchuan went out, Song Fengwan and Yan Shaochen were watching TV in the living room.

  The two sat quite far away. Song Fengwan was controlling the remote control. Although Yan Shaochen was drinking tea with his head down, his eyes turned to Song Fengwan from time to time.

  Almost all the Yan family members are very curious about them, especially Qiao Aiyun, what charm makes Yan Wangchuan wait so long.

  "Are you a third year in high school this year?" Yan Shaochen suddenly said.

   "Hmm." Song Fengwan is not familiar with him, so he must be a little cautious.

  "Who did you study liberal arts and sciences?"

   "Liberal Arts." Like most girls, Song Feng struggled to study mathematics, physics and chemistry lately, and chose a liberal arts in high school.

   "I heard that you got good grades, how did you choose to study art?"

   Before Song Fengwan spoke, Yan Wangchuan coughed and sat on the sofa between the two, interrupting the conversation between the two.

   "Shaochen, you talk a little bit today."

  Yan Shaochen was stunned, he just asked a few words casually, why did he talk too much?

  Even if Miss Song will be his daughter in the future, there is no reason to protect her like this.

  Is he not a trafficker?

   "Uncle, you haven't been back to Nanjiang recently. Many people have seen me and are asking for your news." Yan Shaochen turned off the topic angrily.

   "Ask me?" Yan Wangchuan arched slightly, almost blocking Yan Shaochen's sight.

   "This is not fast for the New Year, I guess I want to give you a gift."

   "It's useless to inquire, I never accept gifts."

   Yan Shaochen was speechless, Song Feng was speechless, and once again chatted the sky to death.

   "By the way, which school do you want to study in the future? Do you have any goals?" Yan Shaochen could only look at Song Fengwan again.

  "We still have to look at the results of school recruitment." Song Fengwan kept tuned the channel.

  Yan Wangchuan shot in a cold eye, sharp and cold like a falcon, Yan Shaochen's breath sank, is this a naked warning?

  Whoever has seen a calf protector, but has never seen a stepfather and never became a daughter, just like this.

  At this moment, Song Fengwan’s phone vibrated. She took the phone and ran directly to the second floor, answering the phone as she walked, "Hey—"

   Yan Shaochen raised her eyebrows slightly, and her voice suddenly became soft and soft, completely different from when she was talking, could it be...

  "Young minister?" Yan Wangchuan interrupted his thoughts aloud.

   "Uncle."

  "How is your work this year?"

"Okay…"

  ...

  With Yan Wangchuan's cover, Song Fengwan had already ran back to the house to answer the phone, and talked about picking up people, naturally speaking of Yan Shaochen.

  **

   Yunjin Capital

  Shifang and Qianjiang were still waiting for Fu Chen to assign a task. Seeing that he was talking on the phone with Song Fengwan, they stood quietly.

  Shifang reached out and poked at the people around him, "Lao Jiang, it's really time for us to come."

  "San Ye is in a bad mood recently. I'm still wondering if I will be scolded when I come to fetch the files, but as long as he has made a phone call with Miss Song, he is in a surprisingly good mood."

  "It’s no wonder that today’s horoscope says that I have a very good fortune."

   "Then you will speak later." Qianjiang lowered his voice.

   "Yes." Shifang agreed.

  When Fu Shen hung up the phone, Shi Fang said in a hurry, "Three..."

   "Pop—" Fu Chen raised his hand and threw the phone directly on the table, raising his eyelids and looking at Shi Fang, "What did you say?"

  There are two words in Shifang’s heart: Fuck!

Why did    suddenly get angry?

  Ms. Song stays at home well, there will be no problems? How long will it take to go back, and there will be no rivals in love.

   "No... okay?" Shifang now feels that escape is the most important.

   "Since it's okay, what are you doing here?"

   "Let's go right away." Shifang dragged Qianjiang and ran out.

  "Stop." Fu Chen spoke suddenly again.

   "San Ye, what else do you have?" Shifang smiled flatteringly, mmp, he is in a relationship, and all of them who are subordinates have to be frightened.

   "Help me find someone."

  The pupils of the ten squares are dilated, is this really a love rival?

   Isn't Yan Wangchuan the only son? Where did the wild nephew run out?

"When I asked you to investigate Yan Wangchuan, why didn't you mention that there is such a person in the Yan family?" Fu Chen gritted his teeth. If he were a child, he would be more than twenty. According to Song Fengwan's description, he could barely be considered a person... Things.

  Shifang is really wronged, "San Ye, even the uncle and brother of the grandfather who couldn't be tried in the political trial, this relationship is too bad."

  "Are you still reasonable?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

  Just as Shifang was about to explain, Qianjiang covered his mouth and dragged the person away.

  At this time, you will be scolded for anything you say, which is no brainer.

  San Ye wants to say that he can barely count as a person?

  O（∩_∩）O haha~

  San Ye, you have to believe that your allies are still very powerful, and the brothers will help you [cover your face]

  **

   Today's three shifts are over~

  By the way, ask for a wave of tickets~

  I fell asleep for a day yesterday, and today I was full of blood and resurrected. Yesterday I had a cold and some fever. It was really uncomfortable.

  (End of this chapter)