It's hard to tease a gold master

——banquet hall

Staring at the beautifully dressed men and women who came and went, a cold light appeared in An Fang's eyes, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

An Zhiyi was really willing to spend money just to see him.It was indeed an event of a certain company, and several first-line stars also came to participate.An Fang was dressed casually, and it was not at all awkward to sit among a group of well-dressed people.

His face was so memorable that even wearing clothes picked up from the garbage dump would not diminish his charm.

The organizer arranged for him on the small round table in front of the stage, and there was an empty seat next to it.

The cell phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out to look at the caller ID, it was Yi Huai's call.An Fang's gaze sank for a moment, and he walked to a less noisy place before answering the phone.

"Where is it?" Yi Huai's voice came from the phone, deep, magnetic, and full of warmth.

Putting his back against the cold wall, using his back as a support point, he pressed his backhand against the wall, trying not to slide down.Originally, I was ready to face An Zhiyi, but when I heard Yi Huai's words, I couldn't take it anymore. I was overwhelmed by exhaustion. I wanted Yi Huai to appear in front of me, hug him, and gain strength .

The abnormal silence made Yi Huai's voice sink: "An Fang?"

An Fang came back to his senses, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Outside, the company temporarily arranged an event, and we didn't cancel it."

"Ask Wang Zhao to answer the phone." Yi Huai's voice was cold, as if he could imagine him frowning on the other end of the phone.

An Fang tried hard to make himself smile, and his voice sounded relaxed: "Okay Mr. Yi, just this one time, I will come back as soon as possible."

"Don't act like a spoiled child." Yi Huai's voice was very deep, indicating that the master was not in a good mood when he knew that his beloved would have to work overtime, the house was empty, and there was no one to accompany him.

An Fang let out a low laugh from his throat: "You said you hurt me before, huh?"

"I won't tell you anymore." An Fang showed a faint smile on the phone: "Before I come back, can you wash something for me?"

"Wash what?" Yi Huai's voice didn't sound very good, but it was much better than before.

An Fang raised his head and stared at the ceiling, the bad emotions in those peach blossom eyes dissipated without a trace, leaving only a faint smile, he raised his hand, narrowed his eyes, and gestured gracefully at the position of the ceiling lamp with his fingers, like It's a little heart: "Like me."

Over there, Yi Huai was teased by his love words for a long while and did not answer.

"...You come back, I'll help you." Yi Huai's voice became hoarse.

"Hmm, wait for my baby." An Fang continued to flirt without fear of death, even though he knew that after going back, he might lose his ass

The sound of footsteps came softly from the depths of the corridor, An Fang said a few words, hung up the phone, did not look back, heard a chuckle, and then a voice that he will never forget.

The voice was ridiculed, and the tone was neither far nor near: "Ah, Xi Chuan, look at how happy he is. It seems that you have no chance."

The smile on An Fang's face quickly disappeared. He turned his face away, not looking at He Xichuan, whose face was livid and clenched into fists, his eyes fell on

An Zhiyi's delicately made up face.

"An Zhiyi."

Although An Zhiyi smiled, the smile didn't reach her eyes at all: "You should call me sister, rude child."

An Fang pulled his lips, leaned lazily against the wall with his chest folded, and he suddenly relaxed for some reason: "Don't play around here, brothers and sisters are harmonious."

He glanced at An Zhiyi from the corner of his eye, and his tone was not polite: "Don't you think about my death all the time?"

The exquisite makeup broke the ice in an instant when An Fang finished speaking.

But soon, An Zhiyi's expression returned to the smiling one just now, shaking her head as if it was something funny, her expression pretending to be sad: "My dear brother, I'm so sorry for you talking about me like that. Sorry. I'm your sister. Half-brother, sister."

When she said this, she quietly waited for An Fang's reaction.You must know that every time this sentence was mentioned in front of him in the past, this poor child roared like a little mad dog, raising his fists and shouting to kill.

But An Zhiyi was doomed to be disappointed. The person standing in front of her was no longer the one who lacked love and was loved by no one.Because his heart is strong enough, he can deal with any provocations from An Zhiyi with equanimity.

Even, An Fang didn't even raise his eyebrows, his expression was lazy, as if An Zhiyi didn't say anything: "You've been trying so hard to meet me, just to tell everyone that you're an illegitimate daughter?"

An Fang snorted, and his mocking eyes fell on An Zhiyi: "The product of Yu Minzhen's shame. This is your label. What are you trying to show off?"

The exquisite mask fell apart, An Zhiyi's pair of peach blossoms looked so sinister, He Xichuan even noticed that something was wrong, He Xichuan had never noticed that this disgusting woman would show such an expression.Especially the words of placing it surprised He Xichuan.

"An Zhiyi, did you misunderstand something?" An Fang tilted his head and looked at An Zhiyi with a half-smile: "I didn't bother to say things that I didn't tell you clearly before, since you want to see me so much , I’ll just make it clear to you.”

An Fang's eyes turned cold in an instant, full of contempt: "What do you think, if you have an 'An' surname attached to your name, so what?" The uglier expression: "You are nothing more than a shameful imprint of cheating in marriage. Bearing my father's surname can change anything. But I'm curious, how can that little man, Gonya, put up with it for so long."

"Have you never thought about it? With such excellent work ability, you can only be the head of the Asian region up to now." An Fang's eyes were dimly lit, looking at An Zhiyi's eyes, his voice was soft like It's singing: "Wake up, Mans Group, it will only belong to Lan Zhen. If I were you, I wouldn't be here to pretend to be a tiger. With this time, why not think about how to please your biological father."

He Xichuan looked at the woman beside him in astonishment. An Zhiyi actually came from such a background?Thinking of this, He Xichuan's expression also showed a trace of contempt.

"Heh, look at He Xichuan next to you. A family like yours will be a shame all your life. You, still dare to stand in front of me?" An Fang raised his chin. He is a high-ranking king. The courtiers at his feet.

"An Fang!" An Zhiyi's voice was no longer as calm as before, and she gritted her teeth.

"I can't wait to see me. After hearing these words, are you satisfied, Miss An?" A smile like a spring peach blossom appeared on An Fang's beautiful face.The more embarrassed and angry An Zhiyi was, the better his mood became.

"Don't forget! Who is living under our protection, who is being bullied and dare not even say a word?!" An Zhiyi's eyes quickly cooled down: "You, without a father, without a mother , can only live under our charity! Do you think that you are different from us?"

These words that could easily hurt An Fang in the past can no longer cause harm to An Fang, and he doesn't care at all.

"You can make my life experience public, and everyone will tell you the answer."

An Zhiyi sneered, she is not an impulsive woman, although An Yu kept provoking her, but soon she calmed down: "An Fang, you don't have to provoke me anymore."

An Zhiyi took two steps in the direction of the placement, and for a moment, the two faces were very close to each other. Their similar faces made it easy to see at a glance that they must have some deep connection.

"What you have now, I want you to lose a little bit. I just thought that when you fled back to Huaguo, you were like a bereaved dog, with nothing."

Her voice was so low that no one could hear it except An Fang. Even from He Xichuan's point of view, An Zhiyi's sweet expression seemed to be whispering something.

He Xichuan was suddenly worried about what An Zhiyi, a crazy woman, would do to An Fang, and he took a few steps towards An Zhiyi, standing between An Zhiyi and An Zhiyi.

An Zhiyi suddenly laughed, her eyebrows curved, and under the light, her face still looked a little holy, which was really ironic.

"You really can seduce people, An Fang."

"That's how you climbed into Yi Huai's bed." An Zhiyi's voice was soft: "If the mother knows, her beloved son is finally with a man. What would you think?"

"You can tell her." An Fang showed a cruel smile, loosened the neckline, revealing a piece of honey-colored skin with some marks on it.Look at the color, it is left over recently.

He Xichuan's complexion changed, his eyes were dark, and he knew who stayed behind without even thinking about it.

An Fang didn't care about He Xichuan's mental journey, but smiled provocatively at An Zhiyi, and the shadow of the raised jaw was cast on the neck, making the subtle hickey under the neck more obvious.

"I can't wish for it. If she can get a little bit of harm from it, I couldn't be more happy." An Fang's words did not seem to be fake, and his face was cold.

An Zhiyi didn't expect that An Fang would answer like this. Seeing An Fang this time was beyond her expectation. In her memory, this dirty man could irritate him with just a few words.But now, those words seem to be invalid.

What made placement change?

An Zhiyi suddenly thought of Yi Huai, which made her eyes darken.

But so what?

"You are so arrogant. I hope you can still be so arrogant after a while." An Zhiyi showed a weird smile. Under the light, she looked like the vicious witch in Andersen's fairy tales.

An Fang has been with her for too long, the phone rang again, An Fang didn't even look at them, and left sideways.The cold expression on his face when he was about to leave was chilling.

He Xichuan lost his mind, and when he realized it, he was about to catch up.

"Stop." An Zhiyi's voice came from behind, with a gloomy chill: "He Xichuan, don't disobey me." An Fang was not in the mood to watch their live version of the master-servant game, and left without looking back.

He Xichuan watched An Fang leave helplessly, clenched his hands into fists, and a tyrannical look flashed across his eyes.

An Zhiyi's hands lazily rested on his shoulders, breathing in his ears, like the letter of a cold poisonous snake, making people sweat out of nowhere, "Good boy, be obedient, good boy!" child."

The words were addressed to He Xichuan, but the cold eyes like snake eyes were fixed on An Fang's back.