Banquets are always boring.

An Qing came with work, and the boredom added a little more.

The banquet hall was very large, people came and went, from a distance, she looked at Fu Mochuan and the people Hanhuo, the lazy gray suit lined his figure elegant and noble, Fang Ruomi wore a blue long skirt, standing beside him dignifiedly.

It seems that all the women are foils by his side, but Fang Ruomi is very elegant.

At this time, you can see the difference between the real rich and the nouveau riche.

The elegant atmosphere in Fang Ruomi's bones is not imitated by Fan Luowei's small jasper.

An Qing had a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, admiring their match.

Fu Mochuan also saw her in a blink of an eye, and across the crowd, the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

An Qing glanced at the woman who was following him unhurriedly, and winked at him mischievously.

The man's eyes darkened.

"Miss Ann." Vice President Wang called her: "Come over for trouble." ”

She walked away and finished talking to Vice President Wang, but the man's figure was no longer to be found.

Fortunately, after the show, her work tonight is over.

Glancing at the crowded banquet hall, she said to Deputy Wang that she planned to leave directly.

"Miss An, don't you play anymore?" Vice President Wang quipped: "The next thing is the ball, you are gone, let me go where to find a dance partner." ”

She was lightly interested: "I'm sorry, I'm too tired, I want to go back and rest early." ”

Vice President Wang was very understanding and did not keep it anymore.

She went to the lounge to get her things, and so coincidentally, she met Fang Ruomi in the corridor.

"Miss An?" The latter took the initiative to stop her: "Such a coincidence. ”

She smiled, "yes." ”

Fang Ruomi stared at her beautiful figure, her eyebrows slightly raised.

"Have you seen Mochuan?"

Mo Chuan, it's really affectionate.

An Qing's smile remained unchanged: "He's here too?" ”

Fang Ruomi's eyes moved slightly, and she walked in front of her.

"To tell you the truth, I also mind, Fan Luowei has already lived in the Fu family, you should know Old Man Fu, right? He attached great importance to this great-grandson. ”

An Qing raised her eyebrows, so Fang Ruomi told her that these were?

"Isn't it a surprise?" Fang Ruomi laughed at herself: "The cranes and mussels compete, the fishermen benefited, and the two of us fought to the death, but we were taken first." ”

An Qing finally spoke.

"Miss Fang, are you talking to me?" She smiled calmly: "I really can't think of anything to fight with you, thank you for telling me this, please borrow it." ”

It was Fang Ruomi who regarded her as an imaginary enemy, she was not.

No matter whether she is here to sow discord or respond tonight, An Qing can't be taken advantage of by her.

At least not on the surface.

Fang Ruomi's body didn't move, looking at her, she also smiled.

"No wonder that white lotus is not your opponent, you are indeed a very special woman, if I were a man I would be fascinated by you, but so what? Miss An, now that her mother is more expensive than her son, do you really want to raise children for other women? ”

"So what?" An Qing asked rhetorically: "I'll go to make that mussel, and then let you make a profit?" ”

Why does Fang Ruomi think she is so stupid?

Fang Ruomi's hands were clasped, and it seemed that she was planning to be open and honest.

"Ok, I like to talk to smart people the most, and you don't want your adopted daughter to be trampled under the feet of an illegitimate child for the rest of your life, of course, the premise is that you can still marry into the Fu family, according to the old man's current attitude, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"Really?" An Qing's expression remained unchanged: "Miss Fang, if you see Fan Luowei again, congratulations for me." ”

"This sentence, you better wait for her to give birth to a child and convey it to her in person."

An Qing didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore, and was ready to leave.

Fang Ruomi didn't speak again, leaned over slightly and let her over.

Between the staggered figures, she spoke coldly.

"You know what? The old man has personally made an appraisal for them, and the child is Mo Chuan's. ”

An Qing's footsteps paused slightly, Fang Ruomi stared at her eyes, and took out a business card from her handbag.

"If you change your mind, feel free to come to me."

"I don't think so."

An Qing glanced at her and walked over as if no one was around.

Staring at her graceful back, slowly, Fang Ruomi crumpled the business card in her hand.

When he came back to Dragon City this time, An Qing only brought a bodyguard, and under his escort, the two arrived at the parking lot.

The advertiser prepared a car for her, but the bodyguard did not lead her to the car, but stopped.

An Qing raised her eyebrows and saw a black business car driving towards them.

When the car stopped, the bodyguard opened the back door for her, and she lowered her eyes to see the man sitting in the back seat.

In the gloomy and depressing parking lot, the man's eyes are as deep as the sea.

An Qing felt very bad, all her whereabouts were under the control of this man.

"Why are you here?"

As soon as she sat in, the car started immediately, and the man reached out and pulled her waist to stabilize the bump for her.

"And where do you think I'm going to be?"

"Isn't there a beautiful woman on the side?" She blinked and said with a nightmare: "Are you willing to leave her alone?" ”

Fu Mochuan didn't explain, just looked at her tightly, the corners of his lips seemed to smile, and then, the palm on her waist secretly tightened.

An Qing frowned, looked at the two straight backs in front of her, and gritted her teeth to endure it.

The sedan crossed the toll lane, an upward slope, and in the inertia, she was dragged by him to his side, his broad arms embracing her, and her movements became more and more presumptuous.

But on the surface, it seemed that they were just sitting relatively close, and only An Qing knew in his heart how much tofu he had eaten.

The car drove faster and faster, all the way to Longding Bay.

Speaking of which, An Qing is here for the second time, and the last time she came here was because she messed up his wedding, so she came here to avoid the limelight.

This time, it seems that it is also to avoid people's eyes.

The elevator car was quiet, and An Qing smiled as soon as she got in.

"So happy to see my husband?" Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

An Qing smiled in her eyes, and her beautiful red lips hooked teasingly: "Mr. Fu, are we stealing now. Feeling? ”

Fu Mochuan glanced at her, his dark eyes also sparkled with a light smile, and he reached out to buckle her to his side.

"Now, not yet."

An Qing blinked, and before she understood what he meant, the elevator stopped.

In the next second, An Qing's feet were light, and his body was picked up by him.

Unlocked, entered the house, and even the lights didn't turn on, An Qing's mouth was blocked, and she couldn't speak, humming, and was pressed onto the sofa.

Her lips had the coolness of the outside, and it didn't take long for her to simmer.

The man's movements are even more enthusiastic.

Little Bie is newlywed.

An Qing realized it today.

Didn't even have time to get to bed.

In the end, An Qing was hugged by him from the bathroom, wrapped in a large towel and put it on the head of the bed, and then pulled the quilt over her.

He himself got inside and put his arm around her.

The feeling of skin-to-skin kissing is sweet and intimate.

"Satisfied now?"

An Qing was speechless, she sent it all the way to the door, who was more satisfied?

"I brought the woman out to see you." Fu Mochuan leaned in and rubbed the tip of her nose warmly: "Little vinegar jar." ”

An Qing didn't take Fang Ruomi to heart, but it was undeniable that what she said just now still affected her to a greater or lesser extent.

The presence of the child in Van Lowe's belly is a thorn.

No woman would be so generous and tolerate her husband's illegitimate children.

Fan Luowei lived in the Fu family.

Old Man Fu acquiesced to her identity.

No matter how open-minded An Qing is, it is impossible to be indifferent to these news.

Fu Mochuan saw the hesitation in her eyes, caressed her with his big palm, and said in a very soft voice: "What do you want to tell your husband?" ”

She hesitated, staring at him through the pillow.

"Huh?"

"Just now, I met Miss Fang." After a while, she struggled to speak.

Fu Mochuan raised his eyebrows, and An Qing looked into his eyes: "She told me that Fan Luowei lived in the Fu family." ”

It was too close, but it was impossible to see the expression clearly, but An Qing saw the corner of Fu Mochuan's mouth smile obviously.

When it comes to serious things, he is still in the mood to laugh.

Is it cool to hug left and right?

Is it happy that a woman is pregnant with his child?

An Qing glanced at him and pushed him unhappily.

"Don't say anything, I'm going to sleep."

The curvature of the man's mouth slowly expanded, and he grabbed her little hand with his backhand, put it to his lips, and kissed it finger by finger.

His eyes, but he looked straight at her, a little erotic action, made him do it very elegantly.

"Let it go!"

An Qing pumped her hand stupidly.

Fu Mochuan continued to laugh and turned his head to kiss her face.

Unlike the storm just now, this kiss is very soft and wrappy. Cotton, like a drizzle moist silent.

"What should I do, I want to sleep too......"

What a damn night.

Early the next morning, An Qing was about to rush back to Haicheng.

Fu Mochuan only sent her to the car, and before leaving, leaned over and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

"Call me as soon as you get off the plane."

"Is this necessary?" She smiled and glanced at the bodyguard who was some distance away: "My whereabouts are not all in the hands of your old man. ”

Elderly.

Fu Mochuan's eyes were slightly gloomy, his fingers were slightly curled, and he snapped the corner of her forehead mercilessly.

"Oops." An Qing covered her forehead exaggeratedly.

"Old what?" The man grimaced: "Say it again." ”

"Not old, Mr. Fu, you are in your prime, vibrant, vibrant, and vibrant, eighteen years old, who dares to say that you are old." An Qing deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and patted the horse's leg without money: "It's not early, I'm catching a plane." ”

Fu Mochuan watched speechlessly as she pulled the car door open, and scurried in as nimbly as a fish.

The driver and bodyguards followed the car.

Fu Mochuan stood there silently, the car window slid open, and An Qing's moving eyebrows were revealed.

"Brother Mo."

Hearing this long-lost salutation, he couldn't help but step forward, and under her raised gaze, his tall body leaned down.

Through the half-open window, An Qing stretched out his arms and pulled his face down.

The kiss didn't last long, and she let go, her red lips brushing against the tips of his ears.

"Husband, goodbye."

Fu Mochuan was slightly stunned, An Qing had already retracted into the compartment, and in the next second, the car started.

The man's gaze is like an invisible net, endless.

In the car, An Qing found a new video on her phone.

The video is not long.

Fan Luowei faced the camera and tearfully admitted that the child had nothing to do with Fu Mochuan, and everything was a scam directed by her.

She looked at it for a long time, then turned her gaze to the sky under dark glass.

The corners of his mouth slowly raised.