Or, Chen Zhaoheng wouldn't ask her at all, if she wanted to go, if she wanted to go.

Leaning his head back in his chair, the scenery outside the window appears and disappears like a rewind. Cities made of steel are terrifyingly cold even in the sun.

But after escaping death, she suddenly realized that she didn't know when the deep sea had become unfamiliar.

She had never seen a returning warrior, as if she didn't know where to go.

In the silent carriage, she unconsciously closed her eyes.

Chen Zhaoheng was slightly stunned, and at a glance, he saw that the silver-white hair scattered on his shoulders was entangled with An Yang's long hair.

The collision of two extreme colors, one black and one white, is the most striking match he has ever felt. But An Yang's gentle breathing, wave after wave, made him feel surprisingly compatible.

The fingers went around the tangled hair, and in the middle of the entanglement, the person leaning on the shoulder unconsciously slid down.

The palm changed the arc, and An Yang's body followed his movements and gently pressed against Chen Zhaoheng's knee.

The bodyguards around him were almost gasping collectively by his natural actions.

Anyang slept soundly all the way, and when he remembered where he was in a trance, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Chen Zhaoheng was no longer visible in the empty carriage, and a bodyguard that Anyang had never seen was waiting outside.

"The king is waiting for you."

Seeing her get out of the car, the other party's eyes looked at her curiously.

When An Yang entered the venue under the escort of bodyguards, there was already singing and dancing inside.

An Yang saw Chen Zhaoheng in the crowd almost at a glance, he seemed to be born with the aura of the protagonist, as long as he stood there, there were all kinds of celebrities gathered.

Without rushing over, Anyang found a secluded place to sit down.

When I came to this occasion again, my mood was not as good as before.

All kinds of delicate snacks were placed in front of her, and her eyes looked at the people present without a trace.

"I have long heard that Mr. Chen is accompanied by a beautiful woman now, why is he alone today."

A hot blonde woman in the crowd approached Chen Zhaoheng's side with a smile. The charming eyes swept the bronze eyeshadow, which was Chen Zhaoheng's favorite style.

Shaking the red wine in his hand, Chen Zhaoheng did not speak for the first time, but instead fell on An Yang's face without a trace.

In the brief contact between his eyes, he saw An Yang's originally calm face wrinkled dissatisfiedly, and his mood immediately improved, and he raised his glass and touched the cup leaning over the other party, "She doesn't like this kind of occasion." ”

An Yang saw the two of them talking happily, and the first thing that flickered in his mind was Yaoji's face.

Whether it was the flaming red lips or the flattering appearance, it reminded her of the unpleasantness of the past.

Her chest and lungs were like a fire, and she never wanted to stay here again.

"It seems that the temper is a bit fierce," Seeing An Yang get up and leave, the woman looked clear, "Wang, you have indeed changed a lot." ”

Chen Zhaoheng didn't open his mouth to refute, and the smile on his face that had been raised before was replaced by indifference, "How is the situation over there." ”

"Don't worry, the Luhai Group won't pose any more threats to you," the woman laughed lazily, "but there's more interesting news, I'm sure Wang will like it very much." ”

The gentle smell of perfume passed down her approach to her nose, and her slender fingers brushed over Chen Zhaoheng's collar one by one.