An Xian looked at the man who was squatting in front of him and serving him, and there was a question mark in his heart, his identity was noble and mysterious, his power was heavenly, and his money was innumerable, and now he was willing to bend down for himself.

Rong Zhehao dressed her neatly, bent down and picked her up horizontally and walked outside.

"I'll go by myself."

"No, you worked hard yesterday." Rong Zhehao said.

An Xian blushed when he heard this, and simply buried his head in his arms.

Open the bedroom door.

"Hello sir, good miss." Everyone dressed in European-style maid costumes greeted each other, without the slightest superfluous movements and eyes, and it could be seen that they had been professionally trained.

"Anhu, my lady." Rong Zhehao introduced it very directly, without the slightest drag.

"Hello ma'am." The servant said hello again, and his eyesight was a hundred.

"Sir, ma'am, would you like a meal?" The middle-aged man stepped forward and asked with a slight bow.

Rong Zhehao snorted and walked towards the restaurant with An Yan in his arms.

An Shi took the opportunity to look inside his house, splendid, magnificent, luxurious, and couldn't think of any more words than these three words.

Rong Zhehao put her on the dining chair.

"Why are you preparing so much?" An Yan looked helplessly at the two-meter European dining table filled with all kinds of breakfast.

"You're too skinny." Rong Zhehao took a sip of milk, did not hide it at all, and his eyes fell on the newspaper in his hand.

Hearing this, An Shi shook her head helplessly, and after the meal, she packed up her makeup and was about to go out.

"Little master." Qi brushed the greeting, she turned her head and saw Xiao Zhengtai who she had saved in the hospital.

"Hello Mommy, I'm Rong Bozheng, please take care of me for the rest of my life." Rong Bo was wearing a small suit and bowing to An Xian Zheng'er, very rigorous.

An Xian was successfully amused by her, the father and son looked like a mold carved out, but I didn't expect that the words and tone of the words were exactly the same, she squatted down, knelt on the ground and his usual time, sighed, and looked at him for a long time without speaking.

Rong Bozheng just tilted his head and let her look at it, and after a long time, he opened his mouth: "Mommy, am I handsome?" ”

An Shi snorted out laughing, and then stretched out his hand to him decently, and said softly: "Rong Bozheng, hello, I am Mr. Rong Zhehao's wife An Shi, and I will be your mother in the future, please take care of me." ”

Rong Bo was smiling innocently, then reached out his right hand to grab her hand.

"Do you have a nickname?" An Xian asked suddenly.

Rong Bozheng thought for a while and said, "Daddy calls me Ah Zheng, Xiao Zheng." ”

An Yan nodded, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head and said, "Xiaozheng." ”

"What for?" An icy voice came.

The two turned around, it was Rong Zhehao, who strode over with a black face and pulled An Yan up from the expensive and soft carpet.

Rong Bozheng greeted with great eyesight: "Daddy is good." ”

Rong Zhehao glanced at him and said, "Stinky boy, why did you let Mommy kneel and talk to you?" He was protective of his wife, as if he was not his own son.

"Forehead......" Rong Bozheng's eyes were red, he lowered his head, and reflected on his mistakes.

An Yan felt distressed for a while, stretched out his hand and pushed Rong Zhehao's shoulder, complaining: "Xiaozheng is still injured. After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Rong Bozheng, rubbed his head dotingly, and said softly: "Xiaozheng, do you need to rest?" Does it hurt? ”

When Rong Bo heard this, he stepped forward suddenly, hugged An Yan's thigh with his uninjured arm, and rubbed hard, as if he was looking for maternal love and vented his grievances.

Seeing this, Rong Zhehao's face darkened, and he stretched out his big hand to pull him away mercilessly, and scolded: "Mommy is mine, don't take advantage." ”

The father and son, one big and one small, one tall and one short, looked at each other, and no one compromised.

An Yan shook his head helplessly and smiled, what happened to this, he became the president's wife at the age of twenty, and he received a five-year-old son for nothing, this good thing of buying one and getting one free made him catch up.

"I'm going out." She interrupted the standoff.

"I'll be with you." The father and son spoke in unison, as if they were competing for favor.

In the end, the three of them sat in the same Rolls-Royce, spacious back seat, and sat in the middle, one on the left and one on the right, Rong Zhehao and Rong Bozheng, and neither of them was willing to compromise.

"Childish like a child." She couldn't help but look at Rong Zhehao and said in disgust.

Rong Bo heard it and made a grimace at Rong Zhehao, which was very cute.

Rong Zhehao seemed to be dissatisfied, stretched out his iron fist, scooped An Shi over and stole incense on her red lips, and then pressed her into his arms.

Secretary Zhang, as the co-pilot, couldn't help but snicker when he saw the little young master deflated, but he didn't want to look at Rong Bo with a black face, and suddenly he was like a deflated ball.

"Secretary Zhang, tell Master Ben what you're laughing at?" Rong Bo was smiling innocently.

Secretary Zhang was immediately dumbfounded, and could only say perfunctorily: "Little master, I just laughed when I thought that someone fell on my heel this morning." ”

"Really? Secretary Zhang, you fell and showed me until I laughed. Rong Bo was leaning his small body on the soft back seat, looking righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Uh...... Little master, don't you? Secretary Zhang begged for mercy, and seeing that the little young master was indifferent, he turned his attention to Rong Zhehao, who was surrounded by nephrite jade, but when he saw that he was also blind, he pouted.

Suddenly, Secretary Zhang looked at the driver who was waiting for the order to drive, and couldn't help venting his anger on him, and said angrily: "Drive." ”

"Yes." The driver hurriedly started the car.

An Yan didn't bother to toss, so he simply leaned on his arms and squinted.

The entrance of the mansion.

Didi ...... The driver honked his horn directly.

Soon, the maid inside the door opened the door, and the driver drove the car directly into the courtyard.

An Xingyan heard that she walked out of the house and saw that it was a Rolls-Royce car, and her heart was moved.

Secretary Zhang got out of the car.

"Is that you?" An Xingyan was furious, it was Secretary Zhang who brought someone to take away the household registration book last night.

He just smiled, and then opened the car door for Rong Zhehao and An Hu in the back row.

Rong Zhehao got out of the car, glanced at An Xingyan with cool eyes, and then stretched out his hand to An Xingyan, protecting the top of her head very gentlemanly.

An Huan got out of the car.

When An Xingyan saw her appear, she was even more angry, strode forward, pointed at her and said: "Slut, you don't go home at night, and you still bring a wild man to the door, it's really a misfortune for the family, scum." He was mercilessly abusive.

An Shi's face darkened, he was silent, and just handed him the household registration book in his hand.

"Is it really you?" An Xingyan thought that last night, those people appeared silently, ignoring the fact that their guests were directly holding a gun to their head and taking away the household registration book, making themselves ugly, so she was even more angry in her heart, and she raised her hand to fight.

An Shi stared at him with a pair of black eyes, and his heart became colder and colder, he was the one who gave him life, but he seemed to be insulting someone who had nothing to do with him, perhaps, only Yang Li and An Wei's mother and daughter were left in his world.

Secretary Zhang quickly grabbed An's father's hand, and An Xingyan couldn't break free.

"An Dong, how could my wife Rong Zhehao be beaten if others want to?" With a deep voice, Rong Zhehao's leather gloved hands were behind his back, looking at him.

"What? Your wife? Who are you? Don't think I won't dare to do anything to you if you drive a Rolls-Royce? An Xing Yanrao was oppressed by the breath on Rong Zhehao's body, but he was not convinced.

"Uncle, who made you angry?" A clattering voice came.

An Wei raised his head, and his eyes were filled with fire in an instant, An Wei, the initiator of the seven-year conspiracy, all the sins he suffered were because of her, and he clenched his fists, but his fists were held by a warm big hand.

She felt the warmth, raised her head, and met Rong Zhehao's doting gaze.

"I'm here, who would dare to hurt you?" The thin and cool lips spit out pampered words.

"Mommy, if someone beats you, you will hit her twice, Xiaozheng and Daddy are here, see who dares to fight back." Rong Bo, who woke up, was getting out of the car, stretching out his right hand to hold her hand, and his immature face exuded a coldness like Rong Zhehao at the moment.

An Shi closed her eyes, opened them again, and she had regained her composure, and she looked at the group of people walking towards her.

"An Wei, his illegitimate daughter, Annan, his illegitimate son, Yang Li, his lover outside of marriage." She muttered quietly, but clenched her back molars.

These people couldn't wait to enter the house when An Xingyan had not officially divorced her mother, and at this moment in her previous life, she was still stupid and ignorant.

Rong Zhehao heard this, looked at An Shi, and felt sad in his heart, his little wife must have suffered a lot of ink in such an environment, thinking of this, he stretched out his big hand, hugged her in his arms, and whispered: "I'm here, I'm not afraid." "Pampered, spoiled, gentle.

An Xian only felt a warmth in her heart, and she nodded.

An Wei walked and stood side by side with An Xingyan, but his eyes were condensed on Rong Zhehao's body and couldn't be moved, such a man was simply perfect, a handsome face out of the sky, a majestic figure,

There are Rolls-Royce, drivers, and subordinates, and they are exactly the type they want to pounce on in minutes.

She saw that Rong Zhehao's focus was only on An Shi's body, and her jealousy began to haunt her again, her eyes fell on An Shi's body, her eyes turned, and her voice turned and said: "It's Sister Yan, you're back, your uncle is still angry because you didn't return all night, we are persuading him, you can say a good word to your uncle quickly when you come back." ”

An Wei deliberately bit the words "no return" all night, and his eyes kept wandering around Rong Zhehao's body.

When An Yan heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Really? "Apathy.

"Of course, Niuniu, it's good for you to come back, we're still worried about you?" Yang Li stepped forward and echoed with a smiling face.

"I told you, stop calling me Niu Niu." Her face was even colder.

An Xian only felt that he was too stupid in his previous life, and he still treated these people as relatives, so that they had the opportunity to kill their mother and brother, take away An's enterprise, deceive their body and mind, and kill their children.