Chapter Seventy-Nine: Men Are Big Pigs' Trotters

Meng Jie sat on the chair, staring at Yi An with a calm expression, her lips squirming and spit out a flat sentence.

"Her son is in that company. โ€

Yi An reacted for a second, and then suddenly realized who the so-called "she" was.

"It turns out that it is never the feelings of husband and wife that can arouse you, but the joint property of husband and wife!"

Regarding his sarcastic words, Meng Jie was noncommittal.

"You have to go. โ€

Another command.

Yi An's whole person became excited, and he asked sharply: "Ms. Meng, I am not your doll, I have my own life, why do you keep controlling me and controlling my life!"

Meng Jie is like a pool of stagnant water, unable to make a little waves.

"Because you are my son. โ€

Even her voice is unusually smooth.

When Yi An heard this, his heart twitched, and an inexplicable sense of loss arose.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, but the smile was not as deep as his eyes, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"I am your son, but that doesn't mean you're going to control me forever. โ€

"You can not be manipulated by me, but the woman next to you will disappear. โ€

Yi An was stunned, and he quickly reacted that she was talking about Su Yan.

He looked at Meng Jie in front of him, and suddenly felt a huge panic, is this still his mother? This is clearly a devil!

He nodded heavily, "I finally know why he was forced away by you." โ€

He glanced at Meng Jie fiercely, threw his sleeves away, and slammed the door to the sky.

Meng Jie still maintained that posture, sitting there, her lowered eyelashes leaving a shadow under her eyes.

Yi An rushed out of Yi's house and made a phone call to Zhao Bo.

"Come to the old place right away. โ€

The so-called old place is a bar under the name of Yi An, where Zhao Bo and him often gather.

When Zhao Bo arrived in a daze, Yi An had already eaten several glasses of wine.

Zhao Bo directly snatched the wine glass in his hand, and said with disgust: "You are blind to all the good wines, what is the difference between you and eating pig food." โ€

Yi An ran out of wine, didn't grab it, turned his head and grabbed the free cup again.

Anyway, some of the cups are opened by his family.

Zhao Bo sighed helplessly, and quietly watched him quit drinking and dispel his sorrows.

"Are you back at Yi's house for dinner again?"

Yi An smiled when he heard this, and pointed his finger at him: "Good brother, you still know me." โ€

Zhao Bo unceremoniously opened his hand, "What is the reason for this time?"

As long as Yi'an goes back to Yi's house every time, there will be something to do, and it is even more common to borrow wine to kill his sorrows.

Regarding the chaotic and complicated situation in his family, Zhao Bo could only deeply sympathize and comfort a few words, but he was also very powerless to help.

Yi An raised his head and took a large sip of wine, and casually ripped open the two buttons of his shirt.

"Ms. Meng asked me to go to He Zimo's Chengyan Technology to take up my post. โ€

Zhao Bo was taken aback, "Your Ms. Meng finally knows how to take the initiative!"

Yi An sneered, "What kind of initiative, she was just stimulated in front of that Che Yue, and she didn't want her to feel better, so she came to use me as a tool, and she got used to it." โ€

Zhao Bo looked at him sympathetically, he and Yi An were small, and the two families were families.

In this kind of upper-class family, it is relatively normal to say that there is a little three, four, or five children, or some illegitimate child.

It's just that a situation like Yi An's family seems to be a special case, even a person like Zhao Bo, who is used to seeing this kind of thing, has begun to sympathize with Yi An who has been living in the shadow of his family.

Zhao Bo took the initiative to help him divert the topic: "What about Su Yan's matter? I haven't heard you mention this recently, and the plan has been ruined?" Or are you moved by compassion and don't want to bring her to Ms. Meng." โ€

As soon as he heard Su Yan mention, the corners of Yi An's mouth immediately rose.

"Leave her alone, that's impossible. I've never seen a woman like her, and she was naturally suited to play with Ms. Meng. Even if I wanted to let her go, Ms. Meng wouldn't agree to it now, let alone the law. โ€

He smiled gloatingly, "Who made her my legal wife, she deserves to be unlucky." โ€

Zhao Bo sighed deeply and snatched the wine glass from his hand again.

"Alright, it's not too early, I'll send you home quickly. โ€

Yi An didn't resist either, he pulled him, and reminded him: "Don't send me home, send me to Su Yan's house." โ€

Zhao Bo could only nod helplessly, "Okay, okay, it's just that big brother, why are you so heavy!"

Zhao Bo directly threw Yi An at the door of Su Yan's house as agreed, and left directly and ruthlessly without even looking back.

Yi An looked at the double shadow door in front of him and patted it with a smile.

As soon as Su Yan opened the door, she saw a drunkard lying in front of the door, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"I've made the mistake of home, where is your home!"

Her words were still not angry, as if she was still angry with her.

Yi An propped his heavy head in his hand and looked at her innocently, "Without the key, I can't go home." โ€

Is this selling cuteness to her again?

Su Yan was a little skeptical about life for a moment.

She suddenly squatted down patiently and coaxed like a child, "What about your key?"

Yi An cleaned all the two trouser pockets and spread his hands, "I don't know." โ€

Su Yan can see that he is relying on himself.

"Then you can find a hotel, or find Secretary Zhao. โ€

Su Yan thought about it and proposed a few suggestions.

Yi An didn't listen to any of them, and blocked Su Yan with all the reasons.

"There is no money in the hotel, Secretary Zhaoยทยทยทยทยท Can't go, he'll eat me. โ€

The moment Su Yan hugged him tightly, the corresponding picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

With a flick of her hand, she swept the thought out of her head.

I can't think about it, I can't think about it, if she has read too many novels recently.

"Then you can sleep at the door for the night. โ€

Su Yan threw down a sentence and turned her head away ruthlessly.

Before the door could be closed, it was pulled by Yi An.

"Sleeping at the door, your mouth is crooked, your mouth is crooked, do you still like me?"

Yi An blinked his eyes, looking serious, as if he was really expecting Su Yan's answer.

Su Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You wait for me." โ€

She turned her head and entered the room, and the corners of Yi An's mouth quickly rose, as if she had succeeded.

When Su Yan walked out with the sleeping bag, he reacted, not succeeding, as if he was thinking too much.

Su Yan directly threw the sleeping bag in his face, "If you sleep, your mouth won't be crooked." โ€

After saying that, he closed the door unceremoniously with a "bang".

Yi An looked at the sleeping bag in his hand in a daze, and the corners of his mouth curled.

He shook his head and sighed: "What a ruthless woman!"

He staggered to his feet, staggered back to his home.

As soon as the door closed, Su Yan walked out again, and she sneered at the empty corridor.

"Sure enough, the men are all big pigs' trotters!"