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As the miserable screams sounded outside, everyone present trembled, and some even almost fainted to the ground at one point.

"This method is too ruthless!"

"The woman who touched the young master of the Ye family is naturally seeking her own death, and she is not worthy of sympathy."

"Why can't this woman be entangled with the two young masters of the Ye family..."

The man walked up unhurriedly, and grabbed the mad woman.

The force was so great that it almost tore off her coat.

"Mr. Ye, you are superior to the young master, there is no need to embarrass me, a little doctor, is it really okay?"

She raised her head, her bright eyes radiated a firm light, not afraid of his pressure.

A woman who does not know what is good or bad!
A surge of anger rose in his heart, and Ye Qiongyu's eyes were filled with coldness and anger.

Seeing this, An Yuqi curled her lips and smiled indifferently. She slowly walked in front of him.

Smiling nonchalantly.

There was a faint fragrance from the woman's body, but it didn't fit in with that cold face.

"I'm curious, the child is already dead, what else do you want to do? Or, I fell off the cliff and survived, so I can't fulfill you and your little lover, so Young Master Ye won't let me go?"

"You have the ability to say it again!"

The man's hand clenched into a fist, and his nails dug into his palm fiercely.

The severe pain came, but it was less than one ten-thousandth of what he felt in his heart.

Her gaze pierced into the man's heart like a sword, and An Yuqi put her hand on her lower abdomen.

Before, there was a little life there, pouring all its expectations for the future.

But now, now she has nothing.

"Why not? Ye Shao is so hypocritical, so good at suppressing others with force, are you afraid of me?"

Hearing these words, Han Cheng felt a little nervous, and glanced at the face of his own president uneasily.

Sure enough, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

When the two confronted each other, Ye Qiongyu suddenly smiled, his black sword eyebrows raised.

"I'm telling you An Yuqi, if you want to leave, there is no door!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed her arm.

"go!"

A man's strength is infinite, but she, a woman, has no way to get rid of it, so she simply bites her.

"hiss……"

Taking a deep breath, the man didn't let go, frowned slightly, and directly picked him up horizontally.

The people around consciously gave way and watched the two leave.

Ye Zifan, who was sitting in the racing car, just watched them leave, and punched the steering wheel angrily.

With a bang, the steering wheel quickly rolled into the car.

Royal Villa.

"Snapped"!
The crystal ashtray fell to the ground, and Wang Yajun went crazy like a lady.

Her beautiful face is full of resentment, which makes people shudder.

This bitch, it's her fate, but nothing happened!

"You're a fucking trash, you can't even handle a woman, you can't even handle such a little thing, what face do you have to see me?"

She was so angry that she was out of breath, her whole mind was buzzing non-stop, she just wanted to strangle that An Yuqi to death.

In this case, the bright red manicure that was done just now was cut off.

"Miss Wang, why are you so angry!"

An Zhimi, who came to be a guest, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, then unconsciously brushed her long hair by her ear, looking very relaxed.

Seeing her face somewhat similar to An Yuqi's, Wang Yajun was annoyed.

"What are you saying sourly? If it weren't for your insanity, if you are so unreliable in doing things, would I be angry? You are as good as that bastard, you are not a good thing."

Choked back by this sentence, An Zhimi's face flushed red, and she unconsciously clenched the corner of her skirt.

If it weren't for her status as the daughter of the Wang family, she would have gone up to fight to the death.

She didn't even die by touching the brakes of the racing car. How could this make her, Wang Yajun, reconciled?

Walking around the room restlessly, Wang Yajun started to turn around like ants on a hot pot.

"Miss, would you like some soup?"

A servant came in and put down the tray in his hand.

He stretched out his hand without thinking, and sharp pain spread across his fingertips.

With a scream, Wang Yajun withdrew his hand, and it was already hot red.

"You little slut, you actually want to burn me to death, saying, are you with that prodigal hoof?"

The ferocious woman grabbed the servant's hair with her hands and slapped the servant's face several times.

The skin was reddened at first, and then swelled up with the wine.

Staring at a pair of triangular eyes, Wang Yajun seemed to have fallen into a madness, as if the person holding her hand was An Yuqi.

The smile on her face became more and more frightening, she bent down and grabbed the servant's neck, and opened her mouth viciously.

"Go to hell with me! I won't make it easy for anyone who loves that bitch. If you want to scald me to death, go to hell with me now!"

Watching all this helplessly, An Zhimi backed away with lingering fear, frowned and turned her face away.

The yin and yang laughter echoed in the empty living room, Wang Yajun let go of his hand, his hair was disheveled, and his pale face had a ghostly expression.

"All women who rob me of men will die! And you!"

With a loud roar, she focused her gaze on An Zhimi.

"If it wasn't for that bitch of my cousin who contradicted me today, I wouldn't have come to you either..."

Seeing her at this time, An Zhimi was terrified in her heart, and said goodbye in a hurry without saying anything.

settle down.

An urgent phone call rang.

An Zhimi's whole body trembled, and then she slowly groped for the phone and picked it up.

"Xiao Mi, what are you doing? Why haven't I seen you, come to stay with me these two days?"

It's Brother Qi!
An Zhimi's hand trembled, and the phone fell to the ground with a clang. The voice from the receiver was very clear in the small room.

"You won't be, have you forgotten who came to beg me?"

A seemingly plain question made her panic, and she grabbed the phone in a hurry.

"Brother Qi, I'm not feeling well today, so..."

Her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, without blood, and her heart was even more agitated.

The man on the other end of the phone had his muscular arms hanging out of the bathtub, with a big flower snake coiled around his arm, and he was spitting out a letter, looking calm and arrogant.

There was a fierce look in a pair of small eyes, and the man put his body into a more comfortable position again, and continued to speak disdainfully.

"Why, you are now negotiating conditions with me, An Zhimi, you are getting more and more capable!"

After finishing speaking, he sat up from the bathtub.

Soon someone trotted up and handed over a clean bath towel.

"Brother Qi."

Hearing this, An Zhimi's heart skipped a beat, as if being hit hard by something, an ominous premonition welled up in her heart.

Brother Qi is not easy to deal with, he can't be underestimated, if he is angered, I have never seen what will happen.

Biting her lip, she firmly grasped the collar of her pajamas.

An Zhimi's mind flashed through that night countless times, the man with a wretched smile walked over her body with his hands.

She still remembers the disdainful smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and how she was abused and humiliated casually like a rag doll.

That feeling is unforgettable.

It's all the blame on that damned An Yuqi, why didn't she die sooner!
"Brother Qi, I..."

"It seems that you haven't figured it out yet? Or, you think I'm so easy to use?"

Brother Qi raised his voice, and at the same time slammed the bath towel in his hand into the bathtub behind him.

Obviously, Brother Qi was angry, An Zhimi took a deep breath, tried her best to stabilize her voice, and replaced it with a flattering voice.

"How could it be? It's just that I don't feel well. I'll be here soon."

After hanging up the phone, An Zhimi stared at the huge French window for a long time, then grabbed the teacup on the table and threw it at it.

With a crash, the floor-to-ceiling windows were instantly torn apart.

Ye family villa.

An Yuqi, who was sitting next to her and eating some fruit, watched the man in the apron busy back and forth in the kitchen with a gloomy expression.

It's ironic, who is showing this appearance?
When she was thinking wildly, Uncle Meng walked forward with a smile.

"Madam, the young master is really kind to you!"

She lowered her head and picked a grape and put it in her mouth. It was a good quality imported grape, but An Yuqi only felt sour, and her voice was also a little strange.

"How could he be nice to me? What he likes is my sister, and he just married me to torture me."

When she said this, there was a look of sadness in her eyes.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Meng felt uncomfortable, and stretched out his callused hand to stroke her hair.

"Girl, it's wrong for you to think this way. I watched him grow up. Uncle Meng can see whether he likes you or not."

"You don't know how bad his mental state was when you disappeared..."

Before Uncle Meng finished speaking, An Yuqi laughed at herself.

"He just felt that I was missing, afraid that I was not dead, and then came back to disturb the fiancée."

She raised her eyes and stared straight at the busy figure in the kitchen.

Helplessly shaking his head, Uncle Meng let out a long sigh.

"Qianyu is not such a child, please trust him, uncle will not lie to you."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Meng left the table and walked up the stairs, leaning on his crutches.

Perhaps, is it really as Meng Bo said?An Yuqi nodded with half-belief.

A plate of steaming red date cake was placed in front of him. The man in front of him looked a little funny wearing an apron. He pressed his ears while touching his ears.

"Try it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

The pastry is soft, glutinous and sweet in the mouth, and it really took care.

With a relaxed expression, An Yuqi pushed the plate in front of him and asked a little embarrassedly.

"It's quite delicious. If you want to, try some."

Seemingly a little unaccustomed to her sudden 180-degree turn, the man hesitated for a few seconds.

The corners of the lips are bent, and the two shallow pear dimples appear to be a little girlish.

Seeing her so gentle and lovely, Ye Qiongyu's heart moved instinctively.

Fortunately, she still chose to believe him.

The two of them didn't talk too much, you and I ate the snacks on the table one bite at a time.

Soon, there was an empty plate left in front of him.

An Yuqi wanted to say something, but felt awkward in such an atmosphere, so she chose to remain silent.

The arm placed on the table was grabbed by a big hand, and the man's eyes were full of firmness.

"Yuqi, no matter what happens, please trust me in the future, okay? I'm really sincere to you."

Like a ghost, An Yuqi nodded subconsciously.