The Boss Became My Three-year-old Son

The living room is very quiet.

When Yan Weiguo heard Yan Weiming's words, he instantly sat upright, "What's wrong?"

"The workers on the construction site dug up some pottery." On the other end of the phone, Yan Weiming's breathing was a little heavy, and his mood was obviously unstable.

Yan Weiguo is not stupid. Hearing what Yan Weiming said, he immediately understood what he meant, "Hide those people's mouths." This time, he invested almost all of his wealth in this project, and he couldn't make any mistakes.

"I have already explained it. For the time being, it's just some pottery and utensils, and I can't prove anything."

Yan Weiming’s eyes are sharp, "Now the project has stopped temporarily, and I have let some workers leave the site. All that are left are reliable. I will let them continue to work tonight. If there is really something below, It’s good to say that it’s some of the tombs of civilians.

Of course Yan Weiguo understood the rest.

"I will go over now, and we will discuss it later." Yan Weiguo hung up the phone with a serious expression.

"Weiguo, what's the matter? What happened to the construction site?" Dong Lianyun watched Yan Weiguo hung up the phone, her expression hurried, she couldn't help but get anxious. She vaguely heard Yan Weiming's words on the other end of the phone, as if something went wrong on the construction site.

"I will go to the construction site." Yan Weiguo asked to prepare the car.

Dong Lianyun was also a little uneasy, "I'll go with you."

"Why are you a woman going to the construction site to join in the fun?" Yan Weiguo was in a bad mood, and his tone naturally became heavy.

Dong Lianyun still needs to rely on Yan Weiguo now, she can only obediently obey. After finishing the look on her face, she said with concern: "Then you must pay attention to safety. The mess on the construction site is very dangerous. I am worried about you."

Yan Weiguo was comforted a bit by her supple attitude, and his face looked better.

......

When I went to the construction site, there were not many workers present. Yan Weiguo found Yan Weiming, "What's the matter, what did I dug up? Show me." Yan Weiguo not only likes to paint, but also studies some antiques.

"Here, eldest brother, you appraisal." Now it is temporarily suspended, all waiting for his instructions. It’s okay if these are just ordinary discarded pottery, otherwise...

Yan Weiguo looked at the pottery placed on a large rock, filled with a piece of black cloth, and some fragments. He picked up a piece of pottery and carefully identified it.

The weather has started to warm up recently, but it is still somewhat cool.

At this time, a lot of cold sweat broke out on Yan Weiguo's forehead.

"Big brother, how about it."

After a while, Yan Weiming couldn't help but speak.

Yan Weiguo looked solemn, "Let some reliable workers start work overnight tonight and see what's below."

"Hey" click.

Yan Weiming's heart was cold, he gritted his teeth, "Okay."

Night fell quickly. At night, the surroundings of the western suburbs were quiet, and the sound of digging became unusually obvious.

"Digging faster." Yan Weiming and Yan Weiguo did not leave, they have been watching the workers operating.

"There is something."

I don't know who shouted, everyone else seemed to have exploded, and they all gathered around for discussion.

"What?" Yan Weiming immediately stepped forward and pushed aside the crowd.

"It looks like a tombstone." said one of the workers.

Yan Weiming gritted his teeth, his heart slammed, and now they have reached such a point that no matter what appears below, their project must start normally. "Don't worry, push it away, and the excavator will continue to dig!"

When the worker was ordered, he continued to operate the digging machine, a shovel went down, and a whole stele was instantly cut in half, and even a lot of wood residue and tiles were hooked out.

Yan Weiming looked stern but calm. He watched the excavator push the tomb underground without blinking.

However, I don't know how long it took, when another digging machine dug out other funerary objects on the other side, the expressions of Yan Weiming and Yan Weiguo became more and more ugly.

Obviously, this is more than an ancient tomb, and the excavated items do not look like a single civilian tomb at all.

Just as the two were calm and thinking about how to deal with this matter, a group of people suddenly appeared on the construction site and surrounded them all at once.

"do not move!"

The uniformed personnel immediately surrounded the workers on the site and Yan Weiguo and Yan Weiming.

"Comrade Police-Cha, do you have any misunderstandings?" Yan Weiming tried to maintain his composure in the face of the sudden situation. "We are from the Yan family and we need to discuss things."

However, the police-inspectors didn't take him at all. "We received the report and found an ancient tomb here."

Hearing this, Yan Weiguo's expression on the side suddenly turned pale.

"We are rushing to construct, and we don't know what ancient tomb." Yan Weiming's blue veins on his forehead became prominent, struggling to death.

At this time, the experts had already begun to conduct identification, and found that there were still broken tombstones on the ground, with traces of being dug by an excavator, and scattered pottery and wooden boards on the construction site. "They destroyed the ancient tomb."

The person in charge of the police led people to inspect the scene, and the other party made a clear statement: “Now we order your construction site to stop, and we will send personnel to protect the scene. As for the destruction of antiquities, we will also file a case for handling.”

Yan Weiguo's body trembled, his face turned pale, and his tall body became bowed.

It's over.

His assets are gone.

After leaving the relevant departments, Yan Weiguo and Yan Weiming returned to Yan's house.

"Why is it so late?" Dong Lianyun watched Yan Weiguo come back, she hurried forward, "What's the matter? Is the matter urgent?"

Immediately, she saw Yan Weiming who followed in and couldn't help but her eyes fell on him. She wanted to wink, but unexpectedly Yan Weiming looked ugly and ignored her at all.

"You said, what should I do about this matter? I listened to you and invested all the money. You said there must be no problem with this project." Yan Weiguo turned around and began to question Yan Weiming.

"Big brother, are you accusing me now? Whom he-mother would think that those things would be buried under the ground?" Yan Weiming was also angry and corrupt.

Where does Yan Weiguo want to listen to the other party's nonsense, his meticulously groomed hair has become a bit messy, and the elegance of his body has disappeared. "You asked me to invest."

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Dong Lianyun stood between the two, trying to persuade him, but was pushed away by Yan Weiguo, "Get away."

"Yan Weiming, you will pay back my money." Yan Weiguo was full of anger and slammed a fist at Yan Weiming, directly hitting the opponent's face.

"Ah..." Dong Lianyun screamed, but did not dare to step forward to stop it.

"Mom, what happened?" Yan Jingfei upstairs heard the voice and ran out.

Dong Lianyun looked up to the second floor and shouted in a sharp voice: "Go back to the room, don't come out."

Yan Jingfei always knows how to look, and usually he dared to bully bullies against his classmates. In fact, as long as he was in trouble, he was too courageous. He found that the situation downstairs was not right, so he ran back to the room.

Yan Weiming was caught off guard. He was beaten and staggered a few steps back. After finally stabilizing his body, he wiped the corner of his mouth and it was stained with blood. Over the years, he really didn't realize that Yan Weiguo was such a person who could not afford to lose.

With a cold snort, his eyes were red, and he scolded: "Are you crazy? Hit me? At that time, you voluntarily agreed to take part in it. I didn't force you. Now that something happened, I want to shirk responsibility. You think there is such a good thing. Matter? I think you paint too much and make your mind silly."

In the past, Yan Weiguo, as the eldest son of the Yan family, would give him a three-pointer wherever he went. Even this collateral Yan Weiming could only bend over him in a low voice. Now he dares to scold him for no brains?

Apart from anything else, he went straight to Yan Weiming and threw his fist directly, but this time Yan Wei was obviously defensive. He instantly turned his body sideways and kicked Yan Weiguo. Yan Weiguo has always only immersed himself in painting. Where is Yan Weiming's opponent who regularly exercises?

He was kicked to the ground, embarrassed.

Dong Lianyun had an anxious look on her face, but in fact she stood aside coldly and watched Yan Weiguo being beaten by Yan Weiming. She felt happy and impatient.

So Yan Weiguo was beaten, and something happened to the impatient construction site?

"Yan Weiming, you dare to hit me." Yan Weiguo's face flushed with pain, and he was half lying on the ground, clutching his stomach, where there was the usual elegance and artistry.

"Brother, I am self-defense." Yan Weiming looked at Yan Weiguo condescendingly, and he said coldly: "I think you were anxious just now, and your mind is not clear. Let's talk about it in a few days." After speaking, he ignored him. Yan Weiguo, whose face was like pig liver, left Yan's house directly.

Outside the villa in the suburbs.

During this period, because of the land in the western suburbs, Song Xinyan was regarded as a meritorious service in front of Yan Weiming. Even though the other party still imprisoned her, she was given a lot of extravagant clothes and jewelry, which was regarded as a reward for her.

Moreover, the servants in the villa know how to look at her, knowing that she is reused by Yan Weiming, and their attitude towards her is totally earth-shaking.

No, Song Xinyan asked the servant to cook the bird's nest syrup, which she was enjoying. If Yan Weiming hadn't imprisoned her, she would be quite satisfied in such a day.

"Sir, you are back." The servant's voice suddenly sounded.

Song Xinyan turned her head and found that Yan Weiming was here. She did not move, and continued to drink sugar water. During this time, Yan Weiming was very tolerant to her. She knew that the other party still needed her, and she began to become confident.

The man's feet appeared in front of her, Song Xinyan's movements stopped, she had to raise her head, "Are you here?"

Yan Weiming suddenly raised his palm and slammed it at Song Xinyan. With a "pop", clear and loud applause sounded in the room.

In the next second, the white porcelain spoon and bowl fell to the ground, smashing a piece of sugar water.

Song Xinyan was beaten to the sofa, "You hit me again? Why?" She covered her face in astonishment, and couldn't believe the geological question.

Yan Weiming grabbed Song Xinyan by the hair and slapped the other side fiercely, "You bitch, you hurt me miserably."

Song Xinyan obviously didn't understand the situation, and didn't know what was the exception, but the next second, Yan Weiming's words made her face pale.

"Don't you **** predict the future?" Yan Weiming looked ruthless, the muscles on his face twitched with anger, appearing abnormally distorted, "How can you not predict that there will be an ancient tomb in the western suburbs?" As he said, he slapped Song Xinyan again.

Yan Weiming's strength was very strong, and Song Xinyan's face instantly became red and swollen with a slap, and her eyes flowed with pain, "Ancient...Ancient tomb?"

How could this be?

In the last life, after the Shengjing Group photographed the land in the western suburbs, it finally found the ancient tomb?

Song Xinyan tried to recall that she had never regretted so much why she knew about beauty, shopping, and didn't pay much attention to the news and outside news.

"This time, I was killed by you. Even if you die a hundred times, it will not be worth the money I invested." As long as Yan Weiming thinks that because he believed Song Xinyan, he has lost so much money now, he can't wait for it. People killed.

"I don't know...I don't know it will be like this..." Song Xinyan kept shaking her head, she tried to back away, trying to avoid Yan Weiming.

"It's you who told me that you can predict what will happen in the next ten years." Yan Weiming's blue veins on his forehead were about to burst out. He broke his fingers and made a piercing noise. He gritted his teeth and said: "You said, how about you Compensate me more than a billion?"

Song Xinyan's face was pale, her scalp was stabbed by the man's hand, her head was dizzy, and she almost fainted.

She didn't understand that God had given her the golden finger for rebirth, but she suddenly failed because she was looking to develop in a good direction. Isn't she lucky? Why do you end up like this now?

......

In a dimly lit high-rise apartment.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, the man was tall and stubborn. Hearing the report on the phone, his **** thin lips curled up slightly, and then hung up the phone.

The good show is only halfway through.

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