The daughter of a thief: the CEO's darling

Ever since An Qian came back from meeting Luo Shanshan and Luo Xiaoyu, she was in a low mood and was not interested in doing anything.

"Some things are out of your control, not everything goes as you want, and not everyone understands your painstaking efforts." Leng Feiye comforted from the side.

He really didn't want to see An Qian like this. When An Qian got the evidence, he was worried. At that time, he wanted to remind her, but seeing An Qian's persistence, he couldn't bear to speak.

I didn't expect my worries to be true.

An Qian leaned in Leng Feiye's arms, her tone was low: "Leng Feiye, do you think that five years of friendship is not as good as one year of love? Why would she rather believe what that scumbag said than what I said? And blamed me for that scumbag."

Speaking of these, An Qian's heart ached, and the bitterness that came up made it hard for her to swallow.

"Don't be sad, didn't I tell you? She is just a part of your life, and I am the whole of your life." Leng Feiye hugged An Qian even tighter.

"But... I'm still very sad." An Qian threw herself into Leng Feiye's arms and began to cry.

Leng Feiye didn't speak, and let An Qian cry, releasing the emotions in his heart.

Tired of crying, An Qian was so tired that she fell asleep.

For several days in a row, An Qian lay on the bed in the room, not letting go of her arms, and not seeing anyone.

Every time Xiaolan brings up the food, An Qian only eats a little bit, and asks Xiaolan to take the food back because she has no excuse.

Xiaolan could only shake her head helplessly, feeling very anxious, but the young mistress ordered her not to tell the young master.

"Eldest young mistress, you can eat some more." Xiaolan persuaded painstakingly.

An Qian shook her head: "I can't eat it, let's take it."

It's not like that recently, she feels sick when she sees greasy things.

"Eldest young mistress, how can you bear this body, you should eat less." Xiaolan didn't give up.

If something happened to the young mistress, how would she explain it to the young master?

The ringing of the phone interrupted the two of them. An Qian looked at the caller ID and picked up the phone.

"Hey, Qian, what's the matter with you? I didn't reply to the message." As soon as the call was connected, there was a lot of curses on the other side.

An Qian murmured back: "I didn't see it, what's the matter?"

Lan Yin was stunned for a moment and asked, "An Qian, what's wrong with you?"

An Qian forced a smile: "No, what can I do."

"By the way, Qian, do you know what's going on with Xiaoyu? She doesn't reply to my messages, and she doesn't answer my calls."

An Qian's heart tightened, and she responded in a low voice: "How do I know, I'm not her servant."

The tone was very unfriendly, how could she not be angry about what happened to her and Luo Xiaoyu before.

"An Qian, what medicine did you take by mistake?" Lan Yin was startled.

An Qian didn't say anything, and felt that she was too emotional just now.

"An Qian, what's the matter with you and Xiao Yu?" Lan Yin asked.

An Qian remained silent, she didn't know what to say about this matter.

"Where are you now?" Lan Yin asked worriedly.

"I'm at home!" An Qian replied weakly.

"Cold home?"

"Ok!"

"Then I'll come and find you." Before An Qian could reply, Lan Yin hung up the phone.

An Qian didn't care, she threw away the phone, and fell asleep again with her hands on the quilt.

Recently, she feels very tired and sleepy, as if she can't get enough sleep.

Lan Yin rushed over, but was stopped by the guards of Leng's house.

"I'm here to find your young mistress, and I'm her friend." Lan Yin explained anxiously.

The guards were not moved by it, if everyone came to find the eldest young mistress, what would happen to the Leng family.

"I'm really here to look for your young mistress." Lan Yin looked anxious.

A limited edition Rolls Royce drove over, Leng Feiye took off his sunglasses, wondering: "Miss Lan!"

Lan Yin looked like Leng Feiye, she was stunned, she tried her best to forget about this person, but now that this person appeared, she couldn't help herself.

"Miss Lan!"

Lan Yin regained consciousness, and even said: "Young Master, I'm here to find An Qian."

"Get in the car." Leng Feiye said.

Lan Yin was still a little bit taken aback, but she got into the car anyway. The distance was so close that she couldn't help but bump into it.

"You came just in time, Qianqian has not been in a good mood these two days." Leng Feiye spoke first.

Lan Yin was puzzled: "Anqian, what happened to her?"

"You should ask her." Leng Feiye didn't want to say too much, this is a matter between An Qian and the sisters.

Leng Feiye parked the car at the entrance of the east courtyard: "You go in first, An Qian is upstairs."

Lan Yin nodded, opened the car door and got out of the car. Although she was reluctant to give up, what didn't belong to her would never belong to her.

An Qian was still sleeping soundly upstairs, while Xiao Lan led Lan Yin into the room.

"Eldest Mistress, Miss Lan is here, Eldest Mistress, Miss Lan is here." Xiao Lan knocked twice.

An Qian poked her head out and narrowed her eyes slightly, she was quite dissatisfied with not being full.

"An Qian, what time is it, are you still sleeping?" Lan Yin couldn't help complaining.

The familiar voice woke An Qian up: "Lan Yin? Why are you here?"

An Qian hurriedly got up, with a look of astonishment on her face, she thought she was in a dream.

Xiaolan backed out very consciously, closed the door, and left space for the two of them.

"I heard that you have been in a bad mood these two days, what's the matter?" Lan Yin asked.

"I heard? Who did you hear it from?" An Qian asked suspiciously.

"Who else, that girl just now." Lan Yin didn't say it was Leng Feiye. For some reason, she was extremely reluctant to mention Leng Feiye in front of An Qian, and she didn't want An Qian to mention Leng Feiye in front of her. It's not night.

An Qian leaned against the head of the bed weakly: "I'm fine."

"You said it's okay, look at your current appearance, are you okay?" Lan Yin said angrily.

An Qian didn't speak, she didn't know what to say to Lan Yin.

"Is it because of the light rain? What happened to you two?" Even if An Qian didn't say anything, Lan Yin could still guess.

An Qian told Lan Yin everything that happened two days ago, and then smiled wryly: "Our relationship for so many years is not as good as a scumbag."

Lan Yin didn't know what to say, so she opened her mouth slowly after a long while: "An Qian, you can't blame Xiaoyu for this matter, it can only be said that that scumbag is too capable, everyone has preconceived ideas, if Xiaoyu first If she came to see you, she would definitely believe what you said."

An Qian shook her head sneeringly: "Believe is to believe. There are no preconceived notions. I can only say that she doesn't believe me."

Lan Yin let out a long sigh: "Why did you make such a fuss? Is it worth it for a man?"

"Then I'm going to ask Luo Xiaoyu, is it worth it for a scumbag?" An Qian really didn't understand.

Lan Yin from the silent film brigade looked up at An Qian and asked seriously: "An Qian, if it were you, how would you choose?"

An Qian said without hesitation: "Of course I believe in my friend. How can the five-year friendship be lost if it doesn't exist."

"Then what if it's Leng Feiye?" Lan Yin continued to ask.

An Qian was stunned, and then retorted: "Leng Feiye is different."

How can you compare the scumbag and Leng Feiye together.

Lan Yin smiled softly: "That's it, you still believed in Leng Feiye at the first moment, but in Luo Xiaoyu's heart, Wen Xiang and Leng Feiye are the same."

An Qian was stunned, she didn't know what to say.

Lan Yin continued: "Okay, let's not talk about it, as for Xiao Yu, I will go and persuade her."

On the surface, Lan Yin seemed to be indifferent, but in fact, her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Love, friendship, really is a difficult choice.

"Okay, you rest, I'll go first." Lan Yin got up, she didn't want to stay for a moment now, she always felt that the atmosphere was filled with the smell of Leng Feiye, which suffocated her and made it difficult for her to breathe .

"So fast?" An Qian was taken aback.

Lan Yin smiled: "When you get better, let's meet for coffee."

"Yeah!" An Qian also understood that this is Leng's house, and there are a lot of inconveniences, so she didn't do much to persuade her to stay.

When Lan Yin went downstairs, Leng Feiye was leaning on the sofa and reading financial magazines.

When he saw Lan Yin coming down, Leng Feiye put down the magazine in his hand.

"Young master!" Lan Yin greeted respectfully.

Leng Feiye asked calmly, "Are you leaving?"

"En!" Lan Yin nodded: "An Qian is already much better, so I won't bother you."

Leng Feiye didn't try to keep her, and said slowly, "If you have time, come and spend more time with Qianqian."

Leng Feiye also knew that An Qian was so bored in Leng's house that she didn't even have anyone to talk to. If she had her best sister by her side, she might be in a much better mood.

Lan Yin was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay!"

"I'll let the driver take you off." Leng Feiye was polite, respecting Lan Yin was actually another expression of affection for An Qian.

Lan Yin waved her hands again and again: "No need, I drove here by myself."

Leng Feiye didn't force it anymore.

Lan Yin walked out of the east courtyard, every step was so difficult, if time could be stopped, how much she wished it could stop at that moment just now, even if she said one more sentence, she would feel happy.

Leng Feiye got up and went upstairs to open the door, An Qian leaned against the head of the bed, half-closed her eyes.

Leng Feiye walked over, sat next to An Qian, and gently rubbed her head: "How is it? Is it better?"

An Qian raised her eyes and murmured, "Did you find Lan Yin?"

"No, I met at the door." Leng Feiye replied calmly.

"Leng Feiye, do you think I did something wrong? Just like Lan Yin said, Wen Xiang in Xiao Yu's heart is like you in my heart. Xiao Yu believes in Wen Xiang, just like I believe in you." An Qian spoke slowly.

"Fool, how can it be the same? You have better eyesight than her." Leng Feiye pinched An Qian's face.

An Qian was amused by success: "You really don't forget your beauty."

"I'm complimenting you." Leng Feiye also smiled.

An Qian glanced at Leng Feiye in distaste, a feeling of nausea welled up in her heart.

"Leng Feiye, I feel bad." An Qian got up from the bed, staggered and almost fell.

Leng Feiye quickly supported her: "Slow down."

"No, I'm going to vomit." After speaking, An Qian vomited out disgustingly, all on Leng Feiye's body.

"An Qian!" Leng Feiye was full of worry.

An Qian apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"How are you?" Leng Feiye was not in the mood to care about the dirt on his body now.