After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Jin also saw clearly the appearance of the cheongsam beauty in front of him.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the brows slightly raised.

Isn't this woman the doctor's daughter?

When did she come to Harman?Also qualified for a Harman dinner...

From the coincidence in the United States to today's Harman, Jin was keenly aware that something was wrong.

There was a dark light in his eyes.

Could it be that she already knew the trace of the doctor?

After thinking about it, Jin tentatively asked with a smile: "Hello, Ms., do you remember me?"

Shen Yanhe hid the sharpness in her eyes, frowned, glanced at Jin with disgust, and said coldly, "You've got the wrong person, I don't know you."

After finishing speaking, Shen Yanhe ignored him, twisted her waist and entered the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.

"He has a really hot temper."

Jin tut twice, and the doubts in his heart were dispelled by Shen Yanhe's performance.

But I still have doubts in my heart.

He planned to report this matter to the boss after going to the toilet.

This time the boss came out with them, they had to nip the danger in the bud.

at that time.

In the women's toilet, Shen Yanhe leaned her back against the door panel, holding her breath and listening to the voices outside, with a bit of thought in her eyes.

Judging from Jin's reaction when he saw her just now, he should have recognized her.

But he should not have recognized her as Dr. YM. If he recognized her, Jin's state would not be so relaxed.

After all, it was his first time fighting her, but he was overwhelmed by her medicine, so he should be afraid of her in his heart.

So there is only one possibility.

He knew she was Shen Zhong's daughter.

Then, Shen Zhong... might be here too.

Will the leader of the immortal organization be there?

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Yanhe couldn't hold back anymore.

She made a quick trip to the bathroom, washed her hands and returned to the hall.

She wanted to tell Fu Yanhe the news.

At the same time, Jin Zhe returned to the third floor and told Fu Weizhi's assistant the news.

The assistant's expression remained unchanged, and he knocked on the door three times before opening it.

There are three men sitting in the room.

They are Shen Zhong, Fu Weizhi and King Haman.

King Haman was reaching out his hand to Fu Weizhi with a smile, shook hands with him, and said, "Then Mr. Fu, I hope we will have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

"Happy cooperation." Fu Weizhi smiled: "I will try my best to bring you what you want."

King Haman saw the assistant walking in, and said wittily: "It seems that Mr. Fu still has something to do, so I won't bother you for now."

"I will send someone to bring the food to you later. If Mr. Fu is interested, you can also go to the first floor to attend the dinner." King Haman said cheerfully.

Fu Weizhi nodded slightly: "Thank you."

After King Haman left, the smile on Fu Weizhi's face restrained a little, and he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The assistant subconsciously glanced at Shen Zhong, walked to Fu Weizhi's side, bent down and whispered something in his ear.

There was a flash of light in Fu Weizhi's eyes, his expression was still calm, and he said: "Catch her and bring her back."

The assistant nodded, bowed and backed out.

Shen Zhong is now fully focused on the USB flash drive, when he suddenly heard what Fu Weizhi said, he frowned slightly and asked, "Who do you want to arrest?"

"A little mouse that slipped in." Fu Weizhi wrote lightly with a faint smile.

Shen Zhong nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

After all, people from the Immortal organization often brought back some suitable people for experiments from all over the world, and he was used to it.

He was disgusted by their methods, but there was no way to stop them now. He could only help them escape as much as possible in subsequent experiments.

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At this time, Shen Yanhe was stopped by someone on the way back to the hall.

Holding a rose in his hand, Wesley bowed slightly to her, with a smile on his face that he thought was very elegant and charming: "This beautiful lady, I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to dance with me? "

A trace of impatience flashed across Shen Yanhe's face, and she refused in a cold voice: "No, I already have a partner, please get out of the way."

"Oh, beautiful lady, don't be in a hurry to refuse me." Wesley not only refused to give way, but also took a step forward, completely blocking the way ahead.

He smiled and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the eldest prince of King Haman, Wesley Farrell. I am 30 years old and have not married yet."

"I fell in love with Miss at first sight." Wesley said affectionately, "I hope Miss will give me a chance to pursue you."

Wesley was very confident in his heart. When he used to catch women, he often used this rhetoric. As soon as those women heard that he was Prince Haman, they quickly surrounded him.

He didn't think that the oriental cheongsam beauty in front of him could resist the temptation of money.

Shen Yanhe: "..."

Shen Yanhe's expression was indescribable: "Do you all of the Haman royal family like to snatch other people's partners?"

What about Haman's little princess Melanie.

The same is true for the greasy man in front of him who calls himself Prince Harman.

Shen Yanhe's reaction was beyond Wesley's expectation, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously responded: "What?"

"I already have a partner. Do you not understand human language? Or can't you understand Haman?" Shen Yanhe was really irritable. She cursed in Haman and then said it again in English.

"Do you understand now? In this life and in my next life, it is impossible for me to agree to your pursuit."

After Shen Yanhe finished speaking, she raised her hand and pushed Wesley, who was in front of her eyes, aside.

Wesley didn't expect Shen Yanhe to look soft and weak, but with so much strength, he was really pushed away by her without noticing it for a while.

He also hit the wall next to him, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

As soon as he pushed the person away and took two steps forward, Shen Yanhe stopped, looking warily at the men who suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

The leading man was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a gray-blue suit. He was fair-looking and looked very refined.

Behind him were several tall, muscular men with bulging chest muscles and wearing denim vests.

From them, Shen Yanhe smelled blood and danger.

"It's her." The assistant's calm eyes fell on Shen Yanhe, and he said, "Grab her."

The man behind the assistant locked onto Shen Yanhe's direction and quickly approached her.

Shen Yanhe's eyes froze, and he turned and ran back without any hesitation.

Just when Wesley was clutching his sore arm and stood up to take the opportunity to make Shen Yanhe responsible for him, he saw several men chasing her.

He rolled his eyes and pretended to shout: "Hey! Who are you? What do you want to do? Where are the guards! Where did the guards go!"

Wesley was about to rush forward to perform a heroic rescue, but a white hand was placed on his shoulder.

The owner of this hand was so powerful that Wesley couldn't shake him off with all his might.

Wesley's face was ugly, and he looked at the fair young man in front of him with vigilance: "Who are you?"

"Prince Wesley." The assistant smiled at him: "We are doing something for the king. I hope you will keep quiet about this matter and don't care about it."