Chapter 17: The Su Family in Nancheng
Su Yi read countless people in the evening, but found that this man's dark eyes were unfathomable, and he couldn't see through what he was thinking, exuding an elegant momentum all over his body, but inexplicably revealing danger.
She shuddered.
"I won't get married, but it must be ended by you." She whispered.
She doesn't like this kind of thing hanging, what the Su family thinks, she doesn't care at all, but the marriage is indeed tied to her, Su Yiwan doesn't want to be restrained, let alone become a tool to be used.
"Bell" At this time, his mobile phone vibrated and rang.
Yan Lancang turned around, reached out to pick up his mobile phone, saw the eye number, looked at Su Yiwan thoughtfully, and said in a deep voice: "Are you sure that there is a marriage contract between you and me?" β
"Yes." Su Yiwan said.
Su Yan and they can't wait to climb up to the Yan family, so there will be no mistake in the address, and she has known that she has a marriage contract with the Yan family since she was a child, and this matter is not false.
"Name." He said in a deep voice.
"Su Yiwan." She signed up for herself, and when he heard her name, he seemed to be pondering something, and said in a deep voice: "Nancheng Su family? β
Su Yiwan was silent, he turned around and made a phone call, and said to her, "If you and I really have a marriage contract, I will consider it." β
"Okay, I believe Mr. Yan can meet a better one." Su Yiwan said.
She got up and walked out, the man suddenly raised his foot and walked towards her, stretched out his hand to hold her arm, Su Yiwan was pressed against the door by him, he whispered: "Go to the man's house at night, drink less wine." β
The man's scorching breath sprayed on her body, and he reached out to pick her chin and said in a deep voice, "Wallet, remember to return me." β
"Can I go now?" She said.
Pushed him away with her backhand, grabbed the door and walked out, feeling the man's fingertips slashing across her palm, the tingling sensation hit, and Su Yiwan almost ran away.
"Tut-tut, when will I have a fiancΓ©e, why don't I know?" The bathroom door opened, and a figure walked out with red wine, wiping his hair and teasing.
"Enough of that? Now it's time to roll. Yan Lancang said in a deep voice.
Miyagi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked downstairs with a telescope, and whispered, "Come back this time, are you ready to go back to Yan's house?" β
Yan Lancang was silent, picked up the document and flipped through it casually, his thin lips pursed into a Dao arc, and he said in a dumb voice: "It seems that the Yan family's hand has become longer and longer over the years, and even dares to touch my things." β
"The people who dare to hurt you obviously don't want you to return to Yan's house alive, there are not many people who can accurately know your location, it seems that you have someone else's dog by your side." Miyagi said.
The demon's face was dyed with a smile, and he stepped forward and put his hand on Yan Lancang's shoulder, staring at his beautiful silhouette with the help of the dim light, and whispered: "Yan, you just came back, how did that woman know that you live here?" β
Yan Lan's dark eyes sank slightly, and he looked down at the direction she was leaving.
"I'll withdraw first, remember to call me if you have something." Miyagi said, turned around and turned back as he left, picked up the treasure red wine he had just opened, held it up and shook it, and said, "I took the wine with me." β
Yan Lancang was silent, and the moment the door closed, he picked up his mobile phone and made a call.
"Help me check Su Yiwan." He said in a deep voice.
There seems to be a smell of her body in her nose, and a faint smell of wine is very unique, she was killed that night and met her, and she reappeared tonight, and found exactly where he lived.
It seems that this woman is a bit interesting.
Downstairs, Su Yiwan raised her feet and walked out, tied up her hair easily, and walked with her own wind, even the security guards didn't dare to look at her half, just out of the fashion mansion, a car "squeaked" and drove over.