Since that funeral, Shin Zhengyan has spoken less, and An Yixin can't remember what she complained to him.

There seems to be a vague mention that she will never like him, she only likes Bai Bingcheng and the like, and there seems to be some blame, saying that if it weren't for his appearance, she and An Luliang wouldn't have opened their hearts in the end.

In short, since then, Shen Zhengyan has never pestered her again.

But people are like this sometimes, when something is always with you, you don't care, and if one day that thing disappears, you desperately want to find it.

An Yixin was like this at that time, she was happy that Shen Zhengyan had disappeared, and on the other hand, she was restlessly waiting for him to appear.

At that time, An Yixin bought drunk almost every day, and before An Luliang left, he divided most of the inheritance for her to squander, as for An Yixin's brother, because he had the equity of the film studio given by Shen Zhengyan before, he went to the United States and never came back.

An Yixin was left alone.

Until a few months passed, Shen Zhengyan seemed to fade out of An Yixin's world, and she never came to look for her, but she drank too much one day and took the initiative to find Shen Zhengyan's club.

When she went in that day, she saw him at a glance, he was dressed in an ochre-red suit, and beside him sat a blonde beauty, and a noble dress seemed to be piled up with gold.

Shin Zhengyan was talking and laughing with the woman, as if she was talking about something particularly interesting.

An Yixin didn't listen to a word, she only knew that she was angry when she saw the woman with him, and when she saw the woman handing Shen Zhengyan wine, and Shen Zhengyan smiled and took it, she was even more angry.

She walked over angrily, and suddenly snatched the wine glass that Shen Zhengyan was about to lift, and drank it all...

"Why are you here?" Shen Zhengyan was slightly surprised when she saw An Yixin's appearance, but his voice was not as angry as she imagined, and it seemed to have an extra layer of concern.

Shen Zhengyan snatched the wine glass from An Yixin's hand, looked at the empty wine glass, and frowned: "If you want to drink, I'll let someone pour it for you." ”

When An Yixin heard this, she was even more angry, and what she was thinking in her head overlapped with what she said: "What's wrong?" I drank a glass of wine she gave you, and you were distressed and reluctant? ”

When such words came out of An Yixin's mouth, Shen Zhengyan was taken aback again, and he could see that his face had lost his usual arrogant and arrogant expression.

After being stunned for a while, he asked in surprise: "Are you jealous?" ”

"Jealous? Joke! I hate you so much, how can I be jealous, I just can't get used to seeing you, as soon as my father left, you acted coldly to me, sure enough, you came for my family background, right? ”

An Yixin didn't know why her head hurt so much after drinking this cup just now, and the more it hurt, the more she couldn't help but yell at him.

Such a voice was not difficult for the people present to hear, and at this time, the blonde woman stood up, glanced at An Yixin very dissatisfied, and said, "Yan, who is this?" ”

Shen Zhengyan didn't look at the blonde woman, just stared intently at An Yixin's crying expression towards him, and after a long time, he rubbed his eyebrows, I don't know whether he was saying it to the blonde woman, or to An Yixin, he still looked at her, and sighed: "A woman who doesn't like me." ”

After speaking, Shen Zhengyan turned his head and said to the blonde woman: "By the way, where did you talk about it before?" Oh, remember... Say, I drank that glass of 79 degree spirits, which is a specialty of your country, and cooperated to build a Eurasian financial circle project. I didn't get that cup just now, so let's pour another glass. ”