Anyaru and Jiang Xinpan's factory is on the outskirts, where the traffic is very inconvenient, but the factory area is very large, about 2,000 square meters, which is very in line with the ideal standard in Anyara's mind.

Anyara and Jiang Xin went on so secretly, everything went smoothly, and Anyara and Jiang Xin were happy in their dreams.

An Xinran came to the dark hut, there was still no light in the house, it has always been, An Ying has always been like this, like a mouse, like a mouse, like to hide in the dark, for fear of being seen.

An Xinran stood at the door for a while, barely getting used to the darkness in the room, and seeing a little starlight at the head of the bed, An Xinran habitually sat on the sofa opposite the bed, "What, started smoking again?" The strong smell of smoke stimulated people's breathing, and An Xinran couldn't help coughing twice.

An Ying's hair was cut short, and she couldn't see the feeling of a woman, she was wearing black half-sleeves, blue jeans, lying horizontally, with a cigarette in her mouth, and a pile of cigarette butts and cigarette ash on the ground, staying in such a dark place, she was almost moldy, but what could be done, An Xinran didn't let her move, she could only stay here. At this time, she suddenly missed the days of filming.

An Xinran looked at her and saw that her expression was as usual, "Smoking too much is not good for your health." ”

"You won't come to me for no reason, say, explain something, finally have something to do, I won't stay here moldy." An Ying stood up, threw away the cigarette butt, and then walked to the middle of the room, where there were boxing gloves and sandbags, she raised her fist and hit the sandbags hard.

An Xinran has long been surprised by this kind of thing, "Anya Ru has been too arrogant recently, I am hesitant now, whether to kill her child and make her worse than death, or burn her again and let her shed another layer of skin!" She gritted her teeth, hating Anya to the core, and she spoke with hatred.

An Ying's hand hitting the sandbag paused, is she going to start doing it again? It's okay, she has a lot of blood on her hands anyway, of course it's not bad this time. "What do you think will make her particularly painful, then you can do it, you know, I will listen to you for everything." She said lightly.

Of course An Xinran knew this, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to let An Ying talk to her leisurely here, "Okay, it's time to act, kill that child first, and then kill her when she's in enough pain!" An Xinran said viciously, her fingertips almost sinking into the sofa.

"Okay." The corners of An Ying's mouth showed a sneer.

In the early morning, the fog was very heavy, and a slender and tall figure was strolling in the morning mist, this person was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, sneakers, and a peaked cap pressed low, so that people could not see his expression, the only thing that caught the eye was the gloves on his hands, and the golden spikes were particularly dazzling.

As everyone knows, all the conspiracies have slowly begun.

The old man stretched, and the first thing he did when he woke up in the morning was to do tai chi in the yard, and although his legs and feet were not good, he would never fall behind in this entertainment.