When An Yan woke up, it was still dark.

She turned over and touched the side of her body, her fingertips felt cold.

She withdrew her hand, her eyes dry and astringent.

She buried her head in the quilt again, and a low sob could be heard faintly.

I don't know when she fell asleep again.

At the same time, Fu Shiyan was sitting on the sofa in the living room of Bieyuan.

There was a row of wine bottles on the coffee table. He opened them one by one, picked them up and poured them into his mouth.

The drink slid down his chin and into the white collar.

Soon, the bottle reached the bottom. He looked at the bottle in his hand and thought of those photos. He became more and more irritated and slammed the bottle out of his hand.

With a bang, the wine bottle hit the TV screen, and instantly the screen turned into a spider web shape.

He swung the wine bottle on the coffee table and it fell down, spilling the wine on the table and carpet.

Fu Shiyan lay on the sofa and fell asleep soon.

When I woke up again, it was already bright.

He sat up and looked at the mess around him. He shouted, "Yan Yan."

The next second, he stopped talking and vaguely remembered that the two of them had a conflict.

He stepped up his legs, got up from the sofa, and called Han Yang, "Come pick me up and bring some clothes up by the way."

He left his phone on the sofa and went to the bathroom and took a hot shower.

Looking at himself in the mirror, with red bloodshot eyes and blue stubble, he looked decadent, and he began to clean up.

Not long after, it was Fu Shiyan who was cold and unsmiling again.

The doorbell rang and Fu Shiyan opened the door.

Han Yang handed over a shirt, a suit and a cashmere coat.

After Fu Shiyan changed, he walked out and asked Han Yang to find an hourly worker to clean.

Within half a day, the entire Fu Group's employees knew that their president had taken the medicine.

All senior executives who were called to the CEO's office felt as if they had been in a sauna when they came back, and the materials they reported were full of problems.

A group of little secretaries gathered together.

"Mr. Fu is in a bad mood, is he taking it out on everyone?"

"I guess he and his wife are angry."

"That's not right. Madam slapped Mr. Fu hard in the face last time, and Mr. Fu even tried to coax her."

"We're not really going to divorce this time, are we? Don't do it. After all these years, only my wife can control our president."

"It's true, as long as my wife is here, we will have a good life."

...

Han Yang coughed lightly, and everyone looked around, only to see Fu Shiyan walking towards the conference room with his long legs.

Everyone: Madam, help!

A certain lady sneezed, and she was still huddled under the quilt and was extremely cold.

At this time, the phone vibrated.

She reached out and took it out and saw that it was Mu Boyan.

"Second brother."

"Have you caught a cold?"

"Well, a little cold is not serious."

"Is there any medicine?"

"No."

"I'll take you to the hospital and prescribe some medicine."

"It's okay, don't worry."

Mu Boyan smiled, "If I tell you something, you must come to the hospital."

An Yan opened her eyes sharply, "What's going on?"

"Yang Suhua is awake."

An Yan suddenly sat up and said, "Wait for me, I'll go over now."

Mu Boyan sighed, "You are still trying to be brave even though you are sick. I will pick you up."

An Yan jumped out of bed and pursed her lips, "I'm not there, in the villa in the eastern suburbs."

"Then you send me your location and I'll pick you up. How can you drive when you're sick and confused?"

An Yan hummed, "Okay, I'll send you the location."

Mu Boyan did not ask why An Yan was there, but he had a hunch that something had gone wrong between her and Fu Shiyan.

He turned the car around and drove towards An Yanfa's location.

When An Yan saw Mu Boyan, it was already forty minutes later.

She got into the passenger seat and said with a smile, "Second brother."

Mu Boyan looked at her pale face and swollen and red eyes.

"Crying all night?" He raised his hand to cover her forehead, "Fortunately, you don't have a fever, but your face looks so bad. Where is Fu Shiyan?"

"There was a bit of a conflict."

"Did you have any conflicts during your birthday?" Mu Boyan frowned, "Xiaowu, it was less than ten days since the last time you had a conflict."

An Yan lowered her eyes, "Actually, it's a bit serious this time. There is a problem with the trust between us."

Mu Boyan, "Is it because of An Yingying again?"

An Yan sighed softly, "It's not just her problem."

"What are you going to do?"

After a long time, An Yan uttered two words, "divorce."

Mu Boyan ruffled her hair and said, "Xiaowu, no matter what decision you make, my second brother will support you, but I hope you won't regret the decision you make, do you understand?"

An Yan's eyes were red. She didn't dare to look at Mu Boyan for fear of tears falling, so she hummed softly.

"You didn't have breakfast, did you?"

"Um."

"Second brother will take you to have breakfast."

Mu Boyan stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly towards the city.

The car stopped in front of a crab roe bun shop.

Mu Boyan bought a drawer of crab roe buns and a cup of seafood porridge and asked, "Is it enough?"

"Enough to eat."

"If it's not enough, my second brother will buy it for you."

"Thank you, second brother." Mu Boyan's eyes were filled with distress.

An Yan had been separated from them since she was born. She was still protected a little before she was five years old, but after that she was thrown into the countryside.

Fortunately, he was adopted by Mr. Bi, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to become so outstanding.

"Eat slowly, it's still a long way to the hospital."

An Yan nodded.

When the car arrived at the hospital, An Yan had just finished eating.

The two got out of the car. Mu Boyan saw oil stains on the corners of An Yan's mouth, so he took out a tissue and wiped it for her.

An Yan did not dodge, and then the two of them entered the hospital.

This scene was filmed and sent directly to Fu Shiyan.

An Yingying's lips showed an evil smile. She didn't expect that Mu Boyan actually liked An Yan. If he knew that she was his biological sister, it would be a good show.

Several photos were sent to Fu Shiyan's mobile phone. When he clicked them on, he saw a scene that made his pupils tremble.

The air in the conference room suddenly dropped, and the car design director standing in front of the big screen wanted to cry.

Why is it that Mao is him again? Why is it always him?

Fu Shiyan looked at the two people acting intimately in the photo and couldn't sit still anymore, so he got up and left the conference room.
To be continued...