Fu Shao's favorite treasure: madam, don't run away

Outside the hotel, it looks magnificent just from the outside, and the lights are shining, especially at night, it looks even more beautiful, and the whole hotel is shrouded in light.

Ye Ling took Fu Yuhan's arm and got out of the car, her curly hair was scattered on her shoulders, her broken bangs were messed up by the brush of the phoenix, a white Zou Ju hairpin was pinned to her left side, and she was wearing a white short skirt, revealing her slender and thin legs , with a bumpy figure, and that delicate Barbie-like face that people dare not ignore. Most of the men passing by her turned their heads to look at her, and when they saw the man standing next to her, they knew they were useless.

Fu Yuhan was dressed in a white tuxedo that matched Ye Ling very well. His face was like carved jade, with exquisite features, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and an elegant temperament exuded from his body.

The two standing together undoubtedly formed a gorgeous landscape. Those people saw how well-matched the two were, and their little thoughts were pinched out of their hearts.

"Walk."

With a smile on the corner of Fu Yuhan's mouth, his back straight as a pine, he took small steps into the hotel with Ye Ling, and handed the invitation to the waiter. After the waiter confirmed it, he backed away and said hello to Fu Yuhan.

There are many people who come to appreciate the face, and there were many people when Ye Ling and Fu Yuhan first stepped in.

The floor is covered with a red carpet with peony patterns embroidered on it. There are long tables on the left and right sides. On the long tables are various pastries and cakes. There are a bunch of wine glasses next to them, and a large bottle of wine is slowly flowing down. , flowing from the top glass to the bottom glass like a waterfall.

As soon as you enter, you can smell the smell of wine, which is as mellow as your nose.

There were a few musicians standing beside them, various combinations of musical instruments, melodious music came, and some people were already dancing to the music.

Shen Xiaoyan and Zheng Moli were not invited this time, for fear that what happened last time would happen again.

This time, all the business partners of An's family came here, and most of them were to save An Lei's face. After all, An Hang had only been in office for a few months, and they didn't take An Hang at ease. It's not worth letting them look at.

A baby's cry made Qule stop, and as soon as Qule stopped, those dancing people also jumped down and looked in the direction of the baby.

Those people looked at Fu Yuhan in unison. Fu Yuhan and Ye Ling retreated to make a way. An Hang walked in slowly holding An Qiao's hand, while the nanny next to him was holding a newborn baby, who was crying , crying loudly.

Ye Ling raised her eyebrows, no matter how you look at it, the child was taken out within a few days after birth...

　 The difference from two months ago is that An Hang's ugly face has become handsome due to plastic surgery, but his height is still not high, and his eyes have not changed.

Looking at An Qiao again, the whole person has become haggard and is no longer the little princess who was held in the hands of others, but in the eyes of those people, An Qiao is haggard only because she has just given birth. Only Ye Ling knows that An Qiao is haggard because of what.

That originally lively and immature face has also become a bit old. I don't know what she has experienced in the past two months.

Recalling what An Fu said, Ye Ling felt sorry for An Qiao, but she was not from An's family and could not interfere with An's affairs.

She can only watch this kind of thing from the sidelines, and this is also An Qiao's fate.

I'm afraid that since An Fu found An Hang, it was destined that An Qiao must marry An Hang, that's why An Lei loved An Qiao so much. All this was a bureau from the beginning, for An Qiao to marry An Hang.

An Qiao obviously also noticed Ye Ling, she was wearing a short white skirt and standing in front of her, and she looked so beautiful, it was hard for her not to notice.

A few months ago, like Ye Ling, she was also the most eye-catching little princess, and everyone's eyes were on her.

An Hang looked at Ye Ling following An Qiao's gaze, tightened his arms around An Qiao's waist, and whispered in An Qiao's ear: "Compared to her, you are far behind, she is beautiful and dazzling you Now she is a yellow-faced woman."

One sentence is like giving An Qiao a critical blow.

In the eyes of others, An Hang is whispering to An Qiao in this way, and the harmonious relationship between the two is enviable.

In order to make An Qiao happy, An Hang also specially customized a 21-gram diamond ring for her, which made countless girls envious.

It's a pity that they didn't know that the ring was given to a mistress in the end, but it was not sent to An Qiao at all, and only they knew about these things.

The last thing a girl wants is to be compared with others and finally be compared. An Hang's words made An Qiao feel jealous.

Looking at Ye Ling again, there is a man who is handsome and kind to her by her side, but beside him is the demon An Hang.

Fu Yuhan put his arms around Ye Ling, and even looked at her with a smile in his eyes, compared to her...

A look of jealousy flashed across An Qiao's eyes.

"Welcome everyone to come to the banquet today. This is my son named An Suo Qiao, using the character in my wife's name. This child will be the heir of our An family in the future, and the child that my wife and I dote on, and even more so. The young master of the An family."

An Hang hugged An Hang tightly, with a look of intimacy, his voice was calm and leisurely, and when he looked at An Qiao, there was a touch of liking in his eyes.

In the eyes of others, this is a promise, and they feel envious just by listening to it.

Although An Hang Short was not good-looking before, but now that he has undergone plastic surgery, his face is no different from that of a celebrity, as long as he is handsome enough, he can make up for everything including his height.

The most important thing is An Suo Qiao, if it is disassembled, wouldn't it be An Suo Qiao?It sounds so romantic.

An Qiao bit her lip, her face was ugly.

Their children?What An Qiao said was ridiculous.

It is said that this child is the heir of the An family...

How did this child come about and who gave birth? An Hang knew clearly in his heart that what he did was undoubtedly humiliating her and mocking her.

"The young master is hungry again."

The nanny behind her hugged the child in her arms and said, and the child had a scar on his face, which was the same as An Hang's before, and these words were enough to prove that this was An Hang's own flesh and blood.

"Take it to the room to feed."

An Hang ordered the nanny to leave with the child in her arms.

"Everyone should eat and drink today, don't be polite to me."

An Hang turned his head to look at the guests and said calmly.

Fu Yuhan couldn't help frowning looking at An Hang, and Ye Ling also looked at An Hang.

An Hang has taken over An's real estate since he married An Qiao two months ago. It is undeniable that he is capable, and he has done better than when An Fu took over the company in just a few months.

It is really powerful for a person who has been living in a slum for more than 20 years to have such skills. Not to mention other things, but to run and do business. No one knows how to do it at the beginning. An Hang has never learned it during his years abroad. These, being able to manage An's in an orderly manner within two months is really amazing, even Fu Yuhan admires it.

It's just that his eyes are cloudy and his speech is rich and powerful, which makes Fu Yuhan not like him very much, and he always feels that he is not the same kind of person.

"Long time no see, Miss Ye."

An Hang walked slowly towards Ye Ling with his arms around An Qiao, and said with a familiar look.

"We were very satisfied with the wedding dress when my wife and I got married before, so we forgot to say thank you to Ms. Ye, thank you for customizing such a beautiful wedding dress for us."

An Hang said meaningfully, and looked at Ye Ling with those eyes.

Fu Yuhan stood in front of Ye Ling and looked at An Hang coldly: "You're welcome, it's the responsibility of our company's designers to customize wedding dresses for guests."

Ye Ling looked at these two hypocritical people, An Hang and An Qiao didn't wear the wedding dresses she designed last time, they wore the latest wedding dresses from other companies.

It is very clear that she will pay special attention to the affairs of the two people.

"My wife keeps talking about Ms. Ye, now is a good time for you to have a chat, Mr. Fu, let's not be light bulbs."

An Hang glanced at Fu Yuhan, and Fu Yuhan glanced at Ye Ling, his eyes full of worry.

An Qiao walked to the front and held Ye Ling's hand, forced a smile from the corner of his mouth: "Ye Ling, let's talk."

"it is good."

Ye Ling nodded, and tugged at Fu Yuhan's sleeves: "I'll come back and find you later."

Fu Yuhan looked worried, but this time he took Ye Ling out to relax, thinking, Fu Yuhan nodded.

"Okay, call me if you can't find me."

Fu Yuhan urged, Ye Ling nodded.

An Qiao took Ye Ling's wrist and pulled her to her side: "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I won't eat Ye Ling. Why worry so much! Ye Ling, let's go over there."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Ye Ling away, walking in a hurry as if trying to hide from something.

An Hang looked at the back of An Qiao leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a gleam of light.

Sweeping towards Fu Yuhan: "Does Mr. Fu want to go there together?"

An Hang pointed to the people in front and asked, Fu Yuhan shook his head: "I'm here waiting for my fiancee."

"it is good."

An Hang didn't force it, but when the bartender passed by, he picked up a glass of wine from his tray and went into the crowd. Fu Yuhan swept to the chair next to him, walked over there, and just waited like this, waiting for Ye Ling to come back.

In front of the glass window, An Qiao opened the door of the window and shouted towards the door: "Mrs. An, who is going to step on the horse."

As if venting, she felt better after shouting.

"Are you comfortable?"

Ye Ling stood beside her and looked at An Qiao and didn't stop her from shouting.

Although An Qiao's face was covered with powder, she could still see some bruises on her face. The light inside was too bright to set off her face, so she couldn't see it. The light in the corridor was normal, so she could see the bruises on her face. For dredging, it is the marks of being beaten. If you fell down by yourself, it is impossible to fall here and there.

Seeing An Qiao like this, she knew that her life in An's family was very difficult, otherwise she wouldn't have yelled this.

"Get better, Ye Ling, you know, he is a devil."

When An Qiao spoke, even his lips trembled, and tears appeared on that haggard face, and the tears flowed down like broken pearls.

"Look at the wound on my hand, look at me, and this one, they were all beaten by that demon."

An Qiao lifted up her sleeves. Today she was wearing a thin long-sleeved skirt. She wanted to pretend that she had just given birth and couldn't blow the air. At the same time, it was also to cover up the bruises on her body, so as to maintain his affectionate personality in front of others. She had enough. tormented by that demon.

Every time she wanted to escape, but every time she was caught by those servants, and there were surveillance cameras, she couldn't escape. The life she lived in the past two months was not a human life. She really wanted to escape and leave this ghostly place.