"Dad, what are you doing?" A hint of schadenfreude flashed in Fan Luowei's eyes, and in the next second, she flew to the side of the sofa and hugged An Qing's arm: "Sister, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine." An Qing coldly brushed her palm: "Thank you for your concern." ”

Van Lowe took a step back, her expression hurtful.

An Qing ignored her and turned to look at Fan Zhihai.

"Mr. Fan, thank you for your hospitality today, I will remember it in my heart, and I will definitely repay it well in the future."

Fan Zhihai glared at her fiercely, and because of Fu Mochuan's presence, he couldn't bear to get angry.

Watching her thin and thin back disappear into the hall, Zhang Lili smiled awkwardly.

"Ah Chuan, let you see the joke, his father is a violent temper, but An Qing's girl is really angry, she ...... just now"

"Auntie, no need to explain, I'm not interested in her business."

Fu Mochuan shrugged his shoulders wistfully, with a cold smile on his face, he took a few steps forward and dragged Fan Luowei's little hand: "She didn't hurt you just now." ”

"Nope."

Fan Luowei looked at him shyly, her beautiful eyes full of affection.

A few minutes later, Fan Luowei excused herself to cook and went to the kitchen with Zhang Lili.

"What's going on?" Closing the kitchen door, she lowered her voice: "Why is that woman here?" ”

"Who knows what tricks she wants to play, don't you have an event tonight, why did you suddenly come back?"

"Canceled," Fan Luowei narrowed her eyes: "Dad wants to beat her, why don't you stop it, that little demon is very meticulous and subtle, maybe she is deliberately playing a bitter trick and wants to sympathize in front of Brother Mochuan." ”

"Don't be suspicious, how does she know you're home tonight?" Zhang Lili comforted: "I see that Fu Shao is completely fascinated by you, you didn't see it just now, his eyes have always been on you." ”

Fan Luowei frowned irritably, last night she saw An Qing and Fu Mochuan go to the bathroom one after the other, she chased after her, but was stopped by the bodyguard outside the door.

What happens when a lonely man and a widow stay in the bathroom?

Thinking of this, she was so jealous that she hated it.

She finally got Fu Mochuan's love, and she will never let people take it away again.

On the other side, An Qing walked far away from Fan's house before she let go of the powder fist clenched in her left hand, and there were a few strands of hair lying in her palm, which she dragged down when she was entangled with Fan Zhihai.

She took a sealed bag out of her bag and carefully placed her hair inside.

It hurt so much all over his body, Fan Zhihai was really merciless, and he beat him to death every time.

It's good that you remember it more firmly after the pain.

When she got home, she was spraying bruising medicine on her body, and Bi Dong called.

"An'er, are you online?"

"What?" She held her phone between her shoulders and kept moving: "I just came home, and I haven't taken care of it yet." ”

"Hurry up and go online, you're popular."

“……”

Inexplicably, she slid open the webpage, and she saw that Bi Dong posted a photo of her when she went to the audition today on the Internet, with 100,000 likes and countless retweets in less than half an hour.

In the photo, she is dressed in a water-green palace dress, only with a pink belt around her waist, and her slender waist is full of hands, without too much embellishment, but she is breathtakingly beautiful.

Especially her watery eyes, reflecting the sun, are hazy, as if looking at you, and as if they are unfocused, but people can't take their eyes off it.

"Am I right? This is the national goddess An Qing? ”

"Ah, is this the rhythm of a comeback?"

"It's so beautiful, lick the screen decisively."

"Kneel and beg for the title of the show."

"Seeking ...... Together"

The following comments are more than 10,000, all praise, it seems that Bi Dong has invited the navy to build momentum for her.

"Thank you."

She exited the webpage and sent a voice message to Bi Dong.

"Just say polite words, I really want to thank me and take some practical actions."

"Do you want to make a promise?" She laughed and sent another voice.

Not long after the message passed, her mobile phone rang, and she thought it was Bi Dong's phone, so she answered it without looking.

"What's wrong? People have sold themselves to you, and you can't do it? ”

"Selling?" The male voice on the other side of the radio wave was very low, low, but very powerful.

She was stunned, the voice ...... It's Fu Mochuan.