An Yirou is inexplicable, even if she misses the wedding, she won't treat her like this, why don't you dare to come back.

She struggled out of the restraints between the two, and said with a sigh of relief: "You don't worry about my disappearance for a day and a night, but instead scold me like this, is there any humanity?" ”

"It's you who don't have the humanity." Fang Fang and Ji Yuxin spoke in unison. Usually the two always quarrel, but today they are so consistent when they scold her, it seems that she has done a good deed.

She smiled bitterly and asked, "How is Yunzhan there?" ”

Mo Yunzhan is one term higher than them, has a good family background, good popularity, is young and golden, handsome to the car, flowers and flowers, and is the dream lover of all the girls in the fashion college.

Fang Fang said angrily: "You still dare to ask him? Thinking so, why did he run away from marriage? Why do you collect money from the Mo family? ”

"Running away from marriage? Collect money? An Yirou was in a fog: "I didn't run away from the marriage, I didn't collect money, what about my mobile phone, I want to call Yunzhan to explain." ”

Ji Yuxin "snapped" and threw over a few pieces of paper: "Isn't this your handwriting?" It is not a certificate of acceptance of your donation to the Mo family. ”

"Certificates?" An Yirou has a head and two big, "How can I write that thing." ”

She was puzzled when she took the pieces of paper, which turned out to be a copy of a certificate, and found that the words in it were exactly the same as her own handwriting, and the content was accepted by her

The Mo family donated one million for the construction of the new welfare home.

She and Ben have never received money, let alone written such a certificate.

What's going on? Yun Zhan saw this letter, right? Did he believe it?

An Yirou didn't care to explain to them, found out her mobile phone, and called Yun Zhan.

The phone rang over and over again, and no one answered.

Yun Zhan's father died early, and her mother was in charge of the Mo family, she had always opposed Mo Yunzhan and An Yirou being together, and had already found a good partner for her son.

Mo Yunzhan strongly opposed this, and he agreed with An Yirou to hold a wedding secretly, not wanting such a situation.

An Yirou sorted out her thoughts, first of all, she had to find Yun Zhan and explain to him clearly that she did not take his family's money and did not run away from marriage.

She ran downstairs quickly and took a taxi to Yunzhan's private villa.

Yunzhan's private villa is in the gathering area of the rich, where the lights are bright, and people are constantly coming and going, and they seem to be busy arranging new houses.

An Yirou inquired, and then she learned that Yunzhan was going to hold a wedding with Du Weiying, the eldest lady of the Du family, tomorrow.

couldn't help but be shocked, she searched for a long time in the villa and didn't see Yun Zhan's shadow, and she still didn't answer the phone again.

I couldn't hold back my tears for a while, and they flowed out: Yun Zhan, how can you deny me so easily, why don't you meet and ask clearly.

She staggered down the road, suddenly a little disoriented, she called her name, An Yirou, what should you do.

The rain came invariably, and the thin ones became denser and denser.

An Yirou sat on the side of the road with her knees crossed, letting the rain wet her hair and clothes, like an abandoned puppy.

Feng Yutian felt like this when he saw her, she had just been separated for only an hour, and she had become so embarrassed.

Seeing her, a very thin string in my heart vibrated gently.

The rain was getting heavier, it had been a long time, and she was still crying there.

It seems to be compared with this rain, who has more water and lasts longer.

Feng Yutian finally lost his patience, pushed the car door, and walked into the rain.

Special assistant Xiao Yi touched his nose quite interestingly: The young master seems to have signs of spring, when did this start?

Hehe, feelings are such a strange thing, you can only find out when it ends, but you never know when it will start.