This made Yan Yan feel confused, and he had mixed emotions for a moment. He felt moved and guilty, and also felt strange, or weird.

He didn't know why he felt this way. He even felt an inexplicable guilty conscience from Zhang Qiqi's words, but what did this matter have to do with Zhang Qiqi?

Zhang Qiqi's voice came from the phone, urging for a stern answer. He put aside the doubts in his heart and said again what he had just said to the shareholders in the conference room, but this time he said it in relatively more detail.

After hearing this, Zhang Qiqi agreed and actually said with a big-picture view, "Your method is very good. I fully support you. If you need my help, you can just tell me."

These words moved Yan Yan deeply. He even refreshed his understanding of Zhang Qiqi in his heart, feeling that his previous thought that Zhang Qiqi was angry was really an extremely superficial thing.

He also said that he would investigate the matter online to see if his opponents were deliberately trying to smear him while he was fighting for a project. Zhang Qiqi also expressed her absolute support.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Jun's mood was obviously much more relaxed. He called Su Wuwei without hesitation. The phone rang for a long time and no one answered.

Just when Yan Yan thought Su Wuwei wouldn't answer, her voice came from the phone, "Hello."

It was just a simple word, stern but like a body-fixing spell. Pictures on the Internet appeared in his mind, and his handsome face turned red instantly.

He clearly felt that his palms were sweating. He had never been so nervous when he was facing a room full of shareholders. He heard himself stammering, "Wuwei, how are you?"

Su Wuwei was woken up by someone while she was sleeping. The other person was still serious and had no good feelings in her heart. Her tone was naturally not much better, and she said coldly, "It's not great, but if you are here to see a joke, Then you will be disappointed, I can eat and sleep, and I will not seek short-term consequences."

"How could I see your joke?" Yan Yan said in a dumbfounded voice, "I really care about you. I feel relieved when I hear you say that. Don't worry, I will definitely not sit idly by and watch this matter."

Su Wuwei's drowsiness had completely disappeared. She sat up from the bed and said nonchalantly, "If you are really willing to help, of course I won't refuse. I think you should also know that the photos on the Internet are not of me, right?"

In her opinion, in the past ten years, her relationship with Yan Jun was at least superficially harmonious, and she had given birth to two children for Yan Jun. He should be able to tell at a glance that the person in the photo was not She is right.

However, there was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone. When he spoke, he was obviously guilty, "Well, I know... I believe you won't do such a thing. Don't worry, I will help."

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Su Wuwei's mouth. She was very familiar with severity. He said he believed in Su Wuwei, but Su Wuwei heard uncertainty from his words.

She was once again glad that her decision to leave Yan Yan was the right one. Originally, she thought Yan Yan should know her body very well, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

The adult world is like this. What is on the heart is always said in a joking way. Su Wuwei pretended not to care and made a joke or two. The two of them went back and forth like playing football, and finally hung up the phone.

In fact, what did they say on the phone? After hanging up the phone, Su Wuwei couldn't remember a word. It seemed that unknowingly, Yan Yan was no different in her heart from an ordinary person who knew his name. His words were more important to her. It goes in the left ear and out the right ear.

After hanging up the phone, Su Wuwei lay on the bed again. She opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while. Her house was also renovated by Wu Rou, and there were some simple patterns carved on the ceiling.

When the decoration was completed and accepted, Wu Rou even joked that if Su Wuwei couldn't sleep, she could turn on the lights and count how many flowers and leaves there were on the ceiling. This was also a way to treat insomnia.

At this time, Su Wuwei was bored and counting the flowers and leaves on the ceiling to pass the time.

If it were in the past, she would definitely check her mobile phone to understand the latest news on the Internet to prevent herself from being completely disconnected from society. But now she really doesn’t want to go online, and she knows with her toes that there will be overwhelming negative news, negative news, and news on the Internet. , Rest, seeing it will only increase your troubles.

Before she could count the flowers, there was a knock on the door, and Su's mother's voice came from outside, "Wuwei, since you're awake, get up. It's time to eat."

Su Wuwei looked at her phone and saw that it was indeed lunch time. She actually couldn't eat at all, but if she directly said she didn't want to eat, her parents would be even more worried. After thinking about it, she got up directly.

No matter what, she couldn't treat her body badly, not to mention that the last time she ate her mother's food was during the Chinese New Year, and she had already given up on it.

After agreeing, she stopped delaying and asked her parents to wait for a while while she washed her face and went out.

She changed her clothes, washed her face, and put on a little makeup, trying to look more energetic, mainly because she was afraid that her parents would be more worried when they saw her pale face.

When she opened the door, an alluring fragrance hit her nostrils, and she immediately smelled it. This was her mother's specialty dish - drunken chicken.

This dish has been throughout Su Wuwei's entire life from childhood to adulthood. It is the most beautiful taste in her memory, but in fact, she has not eaten much over the years.

Firstly, this dish is very complicated to make; secondly, as long as she can remember, Su’s mother has been the class teacher of the third year of high school. The third year of high school is undoubtedly the most important year in everyone’s life, and her mother has been the class teacher every year. She has high hopes from many parents, and she has no extra time to spend on boring things like cooking.

Yes, in Su's mother's opinion, cooking is a very boring thing. When she has time, she would rather do more courseware or publish a few articles.

Su Wuwei remembers that after she got married, she once wanted to learn how to make drunken chicken. One time when she went back to her parents’ home, her mother happened to be preparing to make this for her. She was very excited at the time. She took a notebook and pen and wrote down every step in detail. How many grams of a spice is given.

Unfortunately, when she returned to Shucheng, she tried to copy her mother's drunken chicken according to her own records, but the result was that it was neither fish nor fowl, not as delicious as the twenty-yuan roast duck in the market.

In the end, Su Wuwei gave up helplessly. The reason was very simple. She called her mother and asked her what went wrong. When her mother asked her how she did it, she read it out from her notebook.

As a result, my mother said that she couldn’t remember the last time she made Drunken Chicken according to these steps. In the end, she said lightly that she always made Drunken Chicken as she pleased and there was no fixed method of making it.