An Sijia took off her mask and threw it in the trash can next to the bed, and threw her handbag on the bed.

"Mom, I'm going to kill that slut, I'm going to kill that little slut."

Seeing An Sijia stomping her feet frantically, Sun Xuehui hurriedly asked, "Which little slut?" What the hell is going on? ”

"What other little slut, that little slut is Enron, Mom, do you know that yesterday's events were all good things done by Enron, it must be her, it must be her who asked Sun Wangbei to deliberately fix me."

Thinking of her going to find Boss Wu, An Sijia was almost mad.

She began to think, after all, Boss Wu slept with her, Boss Wu's wife beat her, and the An family had already sued.

SF Express is not big, but it shouldn't be a problem to ask Boss Wu to take out 20 or 30 million, and then she will use this as an excuse to withdraw the lawsuit if she gives money, and sue him for rape if she doesn't give money.

Unexpectedly, she found Boss Wu, and Boss Wu actually told her that it was a normal transaction for him to sleep with her, and he invested in Jiawen Entertainment's new film Sun Shaocai promised to arrange an actress for him, and going to room 818 was Sun Shao's approval.

In other words, An Sijia is the artist arranged for him by Jiawen Entertainment.

Relying on artists to sleep with them to pull investment, although Jiawen Entertainment is rare, the entertainment industry is commonplace, and An Sijia watched a lot when she entered the entertainment industry.

But she didn't expect that she would become a victim of the company's investment, and it was without her consent.

As for Anjia's indictment, it has been dismissed on the grounds of insufficient evidence.

originally wanted to design Sun Shao, but was put on a show by Sun Shao.

An Sijia thought about it, but only Enron.

Didn't Mother say that? After Sun Shao picked up the glass of wine, An Ran kept pestering him to stop him from drinking.

It must have been Enron who discovered something that made Sun Shao design her.

Sun Xuehui's face flushed with anger when she heard An Sijia's words, and she slapped the table, "Don't worry, I'll go to your father, I'll see if your biological daughter is important, or his face is important." ”

……

Seeing that November was already halfway over, and the weather in Nan'an had cooled down, An Ran was wearing a wide sweater, counted with his fingers, and opened the mobile phone calendar to look at it.

"Sure enough, it's been less than three weeks," she muttered quietly, finally knowing what it means to live like a year.

The days without Mu Xingfeng are really like years.

Watching the numbers on the screen jump to 18:00, Enron prepared to press the string of phone numbers.

The phone was quickly picked up, and the man's mellow voice reached his ears, "It's half an hour early." ”

An Ran sat on the bed, his fingers randomly drawing circles on his thighs, and smiling sweetly.

"Didn't you say the weekend would end half an hour early? Are you still training? ”

"No, it's just over," Mu Xingfeng said on the phone as he picked up the clothes he hadn't had time to put on after the training.

In the imperial capital in November, it was already very cold, the north wind blew several times, and yesterday it cooled down again, and the indoor heating had already been ignited.

They are soldiers, but they still train outdoors in single clothes.

In the past, he did not have the habit of carrying a mobile phone, and strictly followed the training plan in the army every day, but at some point, he began to get used to carrying his mobile phone with him, and in recent days, the first thing he did at the end of training every day was to receive a call from his little daughter-in-law.

I never knew that the feeling of being stuck to a person was like this, sweet and greasy, and the whole heart was like being filled with honey.

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