"It's not him," Xing Jia shook her head, "It's Mr. An." ”

Chi Duwan's head rested slightly on the back of the chair, and her white and slender fingers pinched her eyebrows slightly, suddenly feeling that this matter was a little tricky.

Since the incident five years ago, An Yanchen has been chasing after him, and even the media are rumoring that Chi Duwan is the imaginary rival of all married women.

And now that it has been three years since Mrs. An's filial piety, An Yanchen will take the initiative sooner or later.

The black-clothed man and Ye Qiao who appeared in Yesheng before were early warnings.

Other women are trying their best to climb into bed, but she can't dodge, for fear that she will have anything to do with the people in the An family, or in other words, she doesn't want to be involved with these powerful people who also beat her ideas, otherwise she will always suffer.

When Phaeton drove to Qingshuixi, Chi Duwan asked Xing Jia for An Yanchen's contact information, and then got out of the car.

The green area of Qingshui Creek of Nanshan Villa is the most in Nanyang, and they are all neatly planned single-family small houses, and the uniform exterior walls are full of roses, and the most important point is that it is clean.

After washing up in the evening, Chi sat on the swing in the garden and smoked a cigarette without hesitation, and then he took out the phone and called.

There rang three times, and they answered accurately.

She actually waited for a few seconds, but there was no sound on the other side, so she had to take the lead in speaking, "Mr. An." ”

There was a chuckle in the voice, "I thought you weren't going to call me." ”

"How come," she smiled to herself, so that her voice could be heard from the other side, "I've not been busy lately, I went to lie down a few days ago because of the public rental housing project, and I just came back a few days ago." ”

"Really?"

"Yes," she involuntarily clenched her phone in her hand, changing the subject just right, "What has Mr. An been busy with lately?"

In fact, how could she not see these high-sounding words, with An Yanchen's status, but he waited for her to speak first, and he couldn't hear joy and anger in his voice when he looked back.

"I'm also busy, busy chasing a woman I've been in love with for a long time. ”

Chi Duwan was slightly stunned, she was used to his words.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the cigarette burning on her fingertips, and chuckled lightly, "Hasn't Mr. An tried to change his target? After all, with your status, it is actually easy to want any kind of woman." ”

"But some people just don't buy it. ”

He didn't say anything, she naturally understood what he had room for, and said in a gentle voice, "I don't know if Mr. An is free tomorrow?

Chi Duwan is only here with An Yanchen, and he never dares to speak in a coquettish tone.

"Okay," he agreed, "send me the time and place, and I'll be free all day." ”

Now it's actually night, and the gentle evening breeze blows the floor pond and has a headache at dusk, but she still holds her forehead and looks at the roses blooming not far away, closes her eyes slightly, and thinks for a moment, "Then tomorrow at noon, Michelin restaurant, I invite you to have dinner and catch up with the old days?"

There was no sound for a long time, she didn't speak, her consciousness was slightly confused, and after a long while, she spoke tentatively, "Mr. An?"

"Well," the warm voice came at the right time, "then it's noon tomorrow." ”

Chi Duwan heard the sound of the dust settled, exhaled slightly, lowered his head and put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can next to him, and smiled slightly, "Then it's decided, see you tomorrow." ”

"Good night, Mr. Ann. ”

"Don't you want to know what I was doing when I didn't speak?" Just as she was about to cut off the phone, the male voice on the other side suddenly came, even with a little inducement.