"What did you say?" Yan Bei was stunned for a moment.

Qin Yao directly handed the fax information sent by Junxing’s Weibo to Yanbei, and then continued:

"This is the registration information of [My despair of regret medicine] sent on Weibo. According to the registration information, it is your grandfather. Therefore, my subordinates really don't know if you didn't go to invite him in person, can anyone else be able to invite him?"

"After all, after your grandmother passed away more than ten years ago, your grandfather left the imperial capital and said he wanted to find an island facing the sea and blooming spring flowers to support him. How many people hold weddings or birthday banquets at home and send him invitations, but he never returned to the imperial capital to attend. Only when you became president and held the presidential ceremony, Mr. Zhuo only returned. Moreover, Mr. Zhuo seemed to have said before that he didn't like to be disturbed. Ordinary people don't even know which island he was on to retire. Now I'm going to invite him, where can I contact him?"

Yanbei took the information, looked at it for a long time, took out his mobile phone and looked at the private chat history with [My despair of regret medicine].

He was very sure that this was definitely not because his grandfather registered a Weibo private message to him and chat with him and play with him.

This person steals his grandfather’s information and registers on Weibo, and his intentions are punished!

Yanbei was angry: "Check the login to the mobile phone of this account, find the person, and press it directly in front of me!"

"Mr. President, do you mean that someone has registered a Weibo account with your grandfather's information?"

Yan Beihan glanced at Qin Yao: "Or don't you think my grandfather, an old man in his seventies, is idle and sells regret medicine on Weibo?"

Qin Yao suddenly realized and immediately bowed and nodded: "I will do it now!"

...

The next day, Ye Junqing was going on a business trip to Q Country. Early in the morning and night before the stars woke up, he got into the car to the airport.

Fu Zuo noticed a small hole made of ashes on his shirt and said in surprise: "Ye Qing, didn't you wear this shirt yesterday? You still wear this shirt today, and you didn't change your clothes?"

"I washed it last night and baked it." Ye Junqing closed his eyes lazily and rested.

"I washed it last night and now I'm wearing it again. I don't have any other shirts in your locker room?"

"I like to wear it, you can care?" Ye Junqing lifted his eyelids, raised his eyes, and glanced at Fu Zuo who was talking nonsense in danger.

Fu Zuo: "..."

Isn’t it just a shirt given by Miss Ye, just like this?

Should I ask Miss Ye to buy another set? Otherwise, he would be very suspicious whether Mr. Qing planned to wash and dry every night and then continue wearing it the next morning?

If I don’t know, I thought the Ye family group was going bankrupt. The people in charge could not even afford to buy clothes and wore the same torn shirt every day.

What is the charm of this Miss Ye?

He didn't see anything special about Miss Ye. He convinced Master Qing's heart in just one month. This was too unscientific!

Ye Xingguang didn’t know that Ye Junqing was on a business trip. She felt that she needed to calm down, sort out her mood, and think about whether she wanted to post on Weibo?

After two days of sorting out, the more I feel better I want to send a selfie and try it out. Otherwise, would I wait for Xia Yanyan to submit an application to the President on her birthday and snatch Ye Junqing, who was assigned to her by the state, from her?

As long as she thinks of Xia Yanyan's proud face, she feels angry!
Chapter completed!