Fan Anqing.

That's right, three years ago, An Qing was still surnamed Fan, but she has not used this surname for a long time, and she is no longer familiar with it.

She looked up and stared at the indifferent and cold face in the mirror, this face and the heat behind her were really worlds apart.

"Mr. Fu is trying to sneak me?" She propped up the sink with her hand, because of her exertion, her voice had a little delicate charm: "It's a pity that I'm not available, Mr. Chen is still waiting for me outside, and he promised to let me be the female number one in his new film." ”

"Really?"

Two words, Fu Mochuan said very slowly, his thin lips hooked a cool arc, his eyes looked at her in the mirror, and suddenly ...... rudely

"Uh-huh......"

An Qing gritted her teeth, and the man's ruthless force seemed to tear her apart.

She was numb with pain, but she bit her lip stubbornly, as if in this way, she could save her dignity, but in exchange for him lashing out more angrily.

Afterwards, An Qing held the sink in her hand, retching uncontrollably, the dress on her body had already been torn off, hanging loosely around her waist, her hair was scattered, and she looked indescribably embarrassed with tears.

"Take this and come to the company tomorrow to find me."

The man's clothes were intact, his trousers were zipped, and he looked like a dog as if nothing had happened.

His slender fingertips pulled a piece of paper out of his coat pocket and threw it at the sink, and walked out without looking back.

An Qing's legs were soft, and it took a while to ease up, and after a while, she simply sorted herself out, and she picked up the small piece of paper from the sink.

It's his business card, pure black shading, without any title, just three simple words: Fu Mochuan.

In Dragon City, these three words represent an identity.

It is also today's Anqing, an unattainable distance......

It was late when I got home.

An Qing opened the door with heavy steps, and the mobile phone rang at this moment.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The abrupt ringing rang far through the empty hallway, and she glanced at the number on her phone, pushed the door open, and her voice became unusually soft.

"Mommy ......"

The girl's tender voice was mixed with An Xin's somewhat helpless explanation: "As soon as Wan'er woke up, she shouted to find you, you haven't slept yet." ”

"Nope." She smiled softly: "It's okay, auntie, I am also going to call you." ”

"You're late, aren't you?" An Xin's reproachful voice came from the opposite side of the airwaves: "Don't take your body seriously, there is still a big family waiting for you to raise." ”

"I got it......"

"Mommy, Wan'er wants Mommy."

An Guan'er's aggrieved little voice was noisy there, An Xin turned on the video, and a cute little face was revealed on the mobile phone screen, with big eyes, long eyelashes flashing, half-length hair was softly draped behind her head, and her little lips almost wanted people to come forward and kiss her.

"Mommy, when are you going to be back?" Wan Er looked at An Qing in the camera, his big eyes were rippling.

"Be good, you listen to grandma's words to eat and sleep, and Mommy will come back."

"Really, Wan'er is obedient, and Mommy will go back?"

The two-year-old child was not coaxed as expected, and when the line was closed, An Qing was too tired to do it, but she forced herself to take a bath.

The warm water poured down and slid over the speckled pinchmarks on her body.

It was Fu Mochuan who made it just now.

An Qing's skin is tender and very white, and if she uses a little force, she will leave mottled marks on her body.

In the past, when Fu Mochuan spoiled her, she was distressed when she bumped into her slightly.

But now......