The daughter of a thief: the CEO's darling

Leng Feiye narrowed his eyes slightly and looked directly at An Qian, but An Qian was not to be outdone, and the two were at a stalemate.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what the two newcomers were going to play, they thought it was another part of the wedding.

"Leng Feiye, how can you go back on your word, we have an agreement." An Qian angrily scolded in a low voice.

"Will you be so wronged by marrying me?" Leng Feiye asked, his voice was cold, but his heart ached unbearably. Marriage relationship, there is only a transaction between them.

An Qian was annoyed: "This is not a relationship where you are wronged or not. Do you know that a marriage without feelings is like playing hooligans."

Leng Feiye narrowed his eyes slightly, in his deep eyes, there was a faint murderous look, no emotion?These four words hit Leng Feiye's heart like a sharp weapon.

"Playing a hooligan, that's good, I'll show you how to play a hooligan once. You have to get married today, or you have to get married if you don't." Leng Feiye threatened.

"Leng Feiye, what do you want to do?" An Qian was furious.

A cold and heartless face, and a cold voice, without a trace of emotion: "I don't want to do anything, if you dare to leave now, then I will make your sister pay for your actions."

Leng Feiye looked at the ignorant An Rong in the audience, with a stern expression on his cold face, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

An Qian was slightly taken aback, and then said in a cold voice, "Don't forget, what are we, and what do you think you can do against us?"

The prestige of the mafia is not just talk, and the status in the underworld is not empty.

Leng Feiye did not change his face: "Then you try, in country Z, is your mafia more powerful, or my Leng family's more powerful."

An Qian was stunned. She knew that Leng Feiye was not trying to bully her. In terms of status and power, how could the Mafia in country Z be the opponent of the Leng family.

"Be obedient and finish this wedding with me." Leng Feiye's tone softened.

An Qian also has to compromise now, and now she knows that she has been tricked, and all deals are frankly deceitful. I am afraid that this man has already planned everything.

"Just hold it, it's just a wedding, I still don't believe it, you Leng Feiye can trap me." An Qian secretly slandered.

The wedding continued, but it felt a little weird. It seemed that the bride was not very happy, and a layer of frost had already been cast on her face.

"Be happy." Leng Feiye ordered again.

An Qian suppressed the anger in her heart, forced a smile, endured, must endure, although she didn't learn Chinese very well in school, but she still understood the meaning that a small unbearable will lead to great conspiracy.

Leng Feiye's expression softened a little, and the frost on his face also receded.

An extraordinary wedding, but in An Qian's view, it was just a conspiracy.

Leng Xiangrong kept heading towards the entrance of the wedding banquet, but the person who was supposed to appear never appeared, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he still couldn't forgive himself.

Li Cuilian also looked in the direction of the door, perhaps still holding a hope. After so many years, she hadn't forgotten it.

"Dad, why don't you go back and rest first." Leng Yichen said slowly.

Does this count as a failure of the plan?If the old ghost didn't show up, would this wedding still count?Leng Yichen's heart pounded.

Leng Xiangrong lowered his eyes, knowing that the person he was afraid to wait for would no longer show up.

"Mom, why don't you accompany Dad back first, I'll take care of you here." Leng Yichen said to Li Cuilian, seeing that Leng Xiangrong's mood didn't seem to be very good, Leng Yichen was still a little worried.

Li Cuilian nodded. In fact, she didn't really want to stay. She was afraid that her low mood would affect the guests, and it would be bad for Feiye. She was afraid of Leng Xiangrong, but she always treated Leng Feiye as her own son. Look at it, this is also the reason why Leng Feiye has no second heart for her. A stepmother can accept a son who is not her own, so it can be seen that what she has paid for Leng Feiye is definitely not hypocrisy.

Li Cuilian pushed the wheelchair and left with Leng Xiangrong.

The wedding was still going on. Although An Qian was very reluctant, she still completed all the procedures of the wedding. Anyway, she had other plans.

At the wedding banquet, Lan Yin never took her eyes off Leng Feiye's body. She tried her best to tell herself that Leng Feiye belonged to An Qian, but another voice told her that the marriage between An Qian and Leng Feiye also belonged to An Qian. It's just an act, it's just a marriage of transaction.

The conflict in her heart made her a little irritable. Before the wedding was over, she turned and left. Now she just wanted to be alone.

Luo Xiaoyu, who made the choice, is also in a very depressed mood now, thinking about what will happen to Wenxiang all the time, not aware of Luoyin's departure, and not paying much attention to the wedding.

An Rong kept looking at Li Chenyang and Hao Meier, who were not far away, talking and laughing. They seemed to be such a good match, and their hearts were hurt like a knife.

The wedding, which was supposed to be warm and full of happiness, looked weird at this time.

In this oppressive atmosphere, An Qian felt a sense of relief when the wedding was over.

Sitting on the soft, big bed, An Qian took off the hair accessories on her head, took off the wedding dress, and changed into her own clothes, which looked simple and light. Looking at herself in the mirror, An Qian nodded with satisfaction. head.

"Hmph, Leng Feiye, you want to trap me, and you don't even ask me what An Qian does." An Qian murmured disdainfully to herself, turned and walked to the window, looked at the terrain, it was pitch black outside, and there was a figure None, a smug smile unconsciously curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Leng Feiye, goodbye, my sister won't play with you anymore." An Qian glanced at the warmly furnished new house, jumped out of the window without a trace of souvenir.

"Ah!" An Qianhan!

Looking at the bodyguards around, at this moment she has the heart to die, Nima, this is waiting for her all the time.

"Young Mistress, what are you doing?" Ali asked the bodyguard captain.

An Qian: "..."

How would she answer, jumping out of windows is fun?
Being able to guard here, who doesn't know her intentions, will it spread out tomorrow, the newly married young lady, escaped through the window in the middle of the night, young young lady Leng is too brave?
Forehead?
"An Qian, what are you thinking?" An Qian couldn't help but vomit to herself.

Ali's bodyguards all looked at An Qian, waiting for her explanation.

"Hehe, I just want to see if the window is strong." An Qianren smiled a little embarrassedly. She herself despises such a bad reason.

Ali, everyone is silent!
The young grandma's inspection method is really special.

"Well, I'm going back." An Qian turned and went back to the house.

Just after returning to the room, Leng Feiye was already leaning against the head of the bed, waiting for her: "Where have you been?"

An Qian glanced at Leng Feiye and didn't want to talk to him at all.

"Today is our wedding night, you don't need to put so much effort into it. Before going back to the bridal chamber, let's do some warm-up exercises." Leng Feiye spoke slowly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

With her hands on her hips, An Qian glared at Leng Feiye like a raging little lion, and issued a warning: "Leng Feiye, if you dare to touch my sister, I will kill you both."

Returning to the bridal chamber, warming up and exercising, if she wants to look beautiful, she doesn't believe it, those people will be guarding below 24 hours a day.

Leng Feiye was not angry, but the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened: "Why, my love is so deep, you want to live and die with me?"

An Qian: "..." Does this girl not understand human speech?

Leng Feiye got up and approached An Qian step by step. For An Qian, every step was a danger.

"You, what are you going to do?" An Qian stepped back step by step, she was really uncertain, as far as she knew about Leng Feiye's perversion, she couldn't guarantee what he would do.

Every time An Qian took a step back, Leng Feiye took a step forward, and the distance between the two of them was never more than one foot away.

"Leng...Leng Feiye, I...I can tell you, I...I know kung fu." An Qian warned without confidence.

"I will too." Leng Feiye said calmly, keeping his eyes on An Qian tightly, never leaving.

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An Qian had unknowingly retreated to the bedside, there was no way to retreat in front of her, and Leng Feiye approached step by step, and did not back down.

An Qian slipped her foot, and instinctively pulled Leng Feiye, and the two threw themselves onto the bed, with Leng Feiye firmly pressed against An Qian's body, their actions at this time were very ambiguous.

Damn, what's going on?An Qian almost couldn't help being rude.

Leng Feiye hooked the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect my wife to be more anxious than me."

An Qian: "..."

"You're so proactive, why don't I respond, isn't it too ignorant?" Leng Feiye's smile deepened.

"Leng Feiye, get up and drive." An Qian pushed Leng Feiye away hard, but found it was futile.

"What? You want to be on top?" Leng Feiye asked.

An Qianmo!

Come on your sister, at this moment, 1 grass mud horses are flying by in An Qian's heart, what's going on?Who else can be as sad as her.

Marriage can also be counted against, and a wedding can be like fighting a war. Who else is more miserable than her?

Leng Feiye put his arms around An Qian's waist, turned over, and the two changed directions, now An Qian was on top and Leng Feiye was on the bottom.

"Is this okay?" Leng Feiye didn't forget to ask for An Qian's opinion.

An Qian was furious: "Leng Feiye, what do you want to do?"

"Bridal room!" Leng Feiye spat out the two words word by word, which also showed his attitude.

"Leng Feiye, don't forget, the two of us are just trading marriage, we agreed at the beginning, if you dare to surpass, I will hate you forever." An Qian said coldly.

Leng Feiye was stunned, he saw hatred in An Qian's eyes, hatred for him, a look, like a heavy hammer, woke him up, he let go of An Qian, and asked coldly: "You're just like this?" Hate me?"

An Qian stood up: "It's a question of whether you hate it or not. A marriage without feelings is fruitless."

Leng Feiye stood up, took An Qian's arm, and made her look directly at him: "Then what if you tell you that I'm in love with you? Does my marriage still count as a transactional marriage? Is it without feelings?"