"Van Lowe, you dare!" An Qinghuo threw down the comb, jumped up from the dressing chair, and rushed to Fan Luowei in a few steps.

It's about her mother's reputation, and even if Van Lowe lied to her, she can't pretend to be nothing.

"Oh, I'm so scared." Fan Luowei covered her chest exaggeratedly, but took a step closer to her and lowered her voice: "Fan Anqing, I'm afraid you still don't know the situation, why are you arrogant in front of me now?" As long as I'm willing, I'll play you to death every minute, do you want to rely on your face? Oh, even if you want to sell, it depends on whether people think you're dirty! ”

The insulting words made An Qing raise her slap at her, and when she heard someone outside the door call Fu Shao, her hands stiffened.

Fan Luowei's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly screamed, covering her face and falling back.

The door opened at this time, and Fu Mochuan's long figure rushed over and protected her into his arms in time.

An Qing's hand was still raised, and anyone who saw it thought that she had beaten her.

Fu Mochuanjun's face was cold, he snapped and slapped him.

She stumbled, unsteady by the sudden force, took a few steps back, and hit the sharp corner of the dresser.

Under the bright chandelier, her eyes were shining, and her back and cheeks were burning and painful, but even so, it couldn't compare to the bloody wound in her heart.

Fu Mochuan actually beat her and slapped her mercilessly for the sake of another woman!

Fu Mochuan was also stunned, looked at his hand that was still hanging in the air, his expression was instantly indifferent, he turned his head to support Fan Luowei beside him, and his tone became gentle: "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Fan Luowei looked at An Qing proudly, and her tone was full of grievances: "Sister, I know you blame me for robbing your role, but I negotiated this role a long time ago, I really didn't want to fight with you, so let's stop acting, let it be okay for you?" ”

Oh, in the past few years, her acting skills have improved a lot.

An Qing propped up the dresser, slowly straightened up, stroked her hair elegantly, and smiled lightly.

"When did I say that I blame you, what is yours is yours, no one can take it away, please go out, I want to change my clothes."

"Sister ......"

Fan Luowei wanted to say something, An Qing turned around, looked in the mirror, and ripped off the belt on the costume as if no one was around, and heard Fu Mochuan's cold voice sounding behind him.

"Fan Anqing, if you move Xiaowei one more finger, don't blame me for being unkind to you."

You are welcome......

Now that he has never been polite to her.

An Qing's delicate face was numb, including her heart, which seemed to be numb with pain.

After changing her clothes and touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, Bi Dong walked over and saw the palm prints on her cheeks at a glance.

Her skin was tender, and half of her face was swollen after this slap.

"The woman hit her?" Bi Dong narrowed his eyes.

"It's not a woman, it's a man." An Qing smiled lightly and powdered herself in the mirror.

Bi Dong was stunned, his eyes flashed, and he quickly came back to his senses.

"An Qing, are you just letting him misunderstand? ...... year"

"Alright." An Qing turned around and interrupted him quietly: "Can you still see it?" ”

Bi Dong sighed, in fact, he didn't understand why An Qing didn't explain that she didn't lose that man back then.

But as a friend and agent, he had no choice but to respect her decision.

Bi Dong drove the car and sent An Qing to the middle of the mountain, and saw some villas from a distance, scattered among the mountain shadows, which was very spectacular.

This is the wealthy area of Dragon City, and it was also An Qing's home.

Until three years ago, her mother An Jie was caught and raped in bed, and she, from the daughter of the high-ranking Fan family, became a wild seed spurned by everyone overnight.