When Jim saw the canonization smoking his cigar, he quickly took out a lighter and lit it.

"Boss, has this stupid woman ever done anything sorry for her sister-in-law?"

Jim stood beside the canonization and lit a cigar himself.

Just think of that night, Feng Sheng led Luo Yang into the company.

As soon as Luoyang's young face came to mind, Jim's sister-in-law couldn't say it.

But who makes someone a boss woman?

No matter how young you are, your sister-in-law still has to call.

Feng Sheng gently spit out a mouthful of smoke. The white smoke swirled around, and his cold eyes glanced at Jim carelessly.

Feng Shengming didn't say anything, but Jim was caught in a cold glance and his back was cold immediately.

He only felt a sinister wind blowing from the tip of his heart, which made him shudder.

Anthony, who was originally sitting on the sofa, secretly examined the canonization, got up and walked towards them.

Anthony walked up to Jim, reached out impolitely, took out his cigar from his suit pocket, and grabbed Jim's lighter.

When he ignited the fire, he whispered, "why do you ask so much about boss?"

"I want to say from my cigar, why do you say so much?"

Jim snatched back his lighter.

Smoking his cigarettes, I have to say to him, who is this?

Yaquan turned his back to the saints. He went to the side of the bed and sat down.

"Don't come here! Yaquan, please, don't!"

Ye Shayan looked at Yaquan sitting by the bed and immediately looked in horror and begged for mercy.

"Don't what? Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

Yaquan pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose, and the baby face said solemnly to Ye Shayan.

"No! Your knife, you throw it away, okay?"

Ye Shayan didn't look at Yaquan's face at all. She focused on the fruit knife in his hand.

"Throw it away? Yes."

Ya Quan's eyebrows were slightly raised and he was very talkative.

"Really?"

Although Ye Shayan thought it impossible, there was still a flash of hope in her eyes.

She kept her eyes on the fruit knife and suddenly moved up, looking at Yaquan with a shocked face.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, I'll throw it to you."

The handle of the fruit knife turned around in Yaquan's hand, and he suddenly pinched the rotating handle.

Then he shook his wrist and the fruit knife flew out of his hand.

"Ah --"

Almost at the moment when Yaquan's fruit knife came out, ye Shayan suddenly screamed.

Yaquan faces Anthony. Although Anthony doesn't understand what Yaquan and ye Shayan say, his attention has always been on Yaquan.

When ye Shayan suddenly screamed, he saw the fruit knife in Yaquan's hand the last second.

At this time, it was obliquely inserted into the right side of Ye Shayan at an angle of 45 degrees, between the clavicle and the chest.

What a fast speed!

There was a flash of surprise in Anthony's eyes.

Yaquan shot so fast that he didn't even see how the fruit knife suddenly inserted into Ye Shayan's body from Yaquan's hand.

Anthony's movement of smoking stopped, and his hand holding the cigar stopped in front of his chest.

At this moment, Anthony looked at ya Quan with a touch of deep meaning.

None of them had ever fought with Yaquan. In addition, Yaquan had a baby face and white skin.

Therefore, Yaquan's prestige in the company is not so high.