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Yan Zimeng was currently filming a set of advertisements. After she transformed into Anna, she signed a contract with Meng Ya Pictures. This company was re-invested and built by Yang Jinxuan for her. The name was also changed to Meng Ya in memory of Yan Zimeng.

She was very proud of this.

It was her charm to have such a loyal man willing to do anything for her, wasn’t it?

Unfortunately, she couldn’t take down Nangong Jue.

Soon, the set of photos was taken. While changing the background, Yan Zimeng got into the huge van and asked her assistant, Juan Zi, to buy milk tea. She took out her cell phone and dialed a number. “Zhu Jiaojiao is useless. We can use Han Xueqian… and Nangong Lin next. Don’t worry, if it’s done, money won’t be a problem.” With that, she hung up. Since she couldn’t get it, she would destroy it.

They should all be destroyed because they deserved to die!

Han Guosheng had been living quite comfortably recently. In the beginning, when the company encountered a crisis, even if Old Zhao helped him take the blame, it still implicated the company’s stocks and kept falling. However, since last month, he felt that things had turned for the better. Because he had accepted several large orders and collaborated with a foreign company, the company’s image had been turned around in an instant.

Recently, the shares have also increased. At this rate, Shengli

Corporation would be able to become a top company in less than two years.

At that time, as long as he bought the shares in that wretched girl’s hands, he wouldn’t have to listen to anyone.

Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that there were only ten days left until the next year, and on January 1st, that wretched girl would officially inherit that share.

Fortunately, he had signed an acquisition agreement with that wretched girl in advance. Otherwise…

At this moment, the phone in the office rang. He hurriedly reached out and picked it up. “Hello.”

“President Han, I’m Yan Cheng.”

“President Yan, why are you looking for me?”

“I just want to ask you, do you still want the shares in Lan’s hands? If not…”

“Yes.” Han Guosheng hung up.

Yan Cheng looked at the beeping phone in his hand and couldn’t help but smile. Then, he put it back and took out his phone to send a message. “Lan, that bastard said he wants to buy it and even shouted and hung up on me. I’m hurt. I want to eat soup dumplings. It’s best if you can add a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs to comfort my injured heart.”

Le Yao looked at the message from Yan Cheng and the corners of her mouth twitched. How did they all become foodies? This shouldn’t be a domineering president novel. This should be a gourmet novel.

Forget it. Anyway, she liked to cook, so she replied, “No problem. Not only will there be soup dumplings with sweet and sour pork ribs, but I’m also going to make duck blood vermicelli soup.”

“That’s great. Uncle Yan will be waiting. I won’t eat until you come.”

Le Yao smiled and put down her phone before entering the kitchen. An hour later, two food boxes were ready. She called Han Xiangdong over. “Brother, send this to the Qianjin Corporation. It’s cold now. Drive there. Don’t ride the electric scooter.”

“Alright.” Han Xiangdong carried the food box and went out.

Le Yao took another food box to the hospital. She didn’t expect the ward to be so lively.

“Han Binglan, you’re really a jinx. My son has been tortured by you.” He Rong exploded when she saw Le Yao..