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Others regarded him as a playboy, but Yan Lifeng regarded him as his own child, so he naturally wanted to protect him everywhere.

"Jiajun, these are your uncles, come and say hello."

What Yan Lifeng said was quite serious, he should be disciplined in front of outsiders, and he should not be allowed to be as presumptuous as at home.

With Yan Lifeng's order, Yan Jiajun took his hands out of his pockets, and bowed respectfully: "Hello, uncles, I'm Jiajun."

"Oh, this is Jia Jun. Some time ago, I heard that you helped the police solve a commercial crime and saved your sister's reputation. You are really young and promising. You must be your sister's right-hand man in the future .”

After Zhang Dong finished speaking, Yan Jiajun's face turned black on the spot, didn't he slap him in the face in front of everyone!

At such an old age, can he speak or not? He is still a person who has mixed up in business.

He blatantly flirted with the elders, Yan Yueqing reached out to stop him, and said with a smile: "Thank you Uncle Zhang for your concern, I will teach him well."

"Well, but Yueqing, I can remind you, don't raise tigers, some people don't know how to raise them."

"you!"

That Zhang Dong continued to sarcastically, making Yan Jiajun so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

Yan Yueqing pulled his arm tightly, and abruptly pulled him back a step, not letting him do anything more extreme.

No matter how stupid he is, he is still a member of the Yan family, and slapping him in the face is slapping the Yan family's face.Today they came to party, not to be told.

Pulling him behind, Yan Yueqing let go, with a smile still on his face.

"Well, I see. Thank you, Uncle Zhang, for your suggestion. I will discipline my people well."

Yan Lifeng didn't say anything the whole time.

After that, Yan Yueqing took him to a remote place, and as soon as he stopped, Yan Jiajun yelled at him.

"What does that old man mean? In front of so many people, I can't get off the stage. He is nothing. I will step on him one day sooner or later, and see if he still talks about me."

Listening to his insults, Yan Yueqing said calmly: "Do you know who he is? Mrs. Zhang is an important partner of our Yan family. If he is stepped on, it will have a great impact on the Yan family. Unless one day you can buy Zhang, otherwise, what you said is making Yan and Zhang enemies."

Yan Jiajun loosened his tie unconvinced, and shouted loudly: "I don't care if he is Yan's enemy, I just know that he insulted me just now. Besides, there are only interests in the mall, and there are no friends, maybe One day that Zhang Dong will turn his back on him and abandon Yan Shi, I have nothing to be afraid of."

The words he said unintentionally made the corners of Yan Yueqing's lips curl up suddenly, and there was a deep meaning in his smile.

She suddenly looked at him so strangely, Yan Jiajun took a step back, and said with some fear: "You, why are you looking at me like this, it makes my whole body get goosebumps."

Yan Yueqing smiled, didn't explain, and walked away, leaving him with an inexplicable back view.

Second Monk Yan Jia Junzhang who was standing there couldn't figure out what she meant by her sinister smile just now.

After thinking for a while, he simply gave up guessing, took off his tie and went to play with the beautiful woman.

Beside the swimming pool, not long after Yan Yueqing left, Jiang Rou saw Wen Moan's figure.

But she didn't go to look for her, but sat on the recliner, looked at her back and drank two glasses of red wine, the hickey on Yan Yueqing's chin was always flashing in her mind.

That hickey was like a knife, every time she thought of it, the knife would stab her once.

Holding the wine glass in her hand, Jiang Rou recalled the incident three years ago.

Three years ago, she thought that her plan would separate the two of them, and then regain Mo'an, making Yan Yueqing give up.

But what she didn't expect was that it took half a year for that idiot Wen Mo'an to chase Yan Yueqing back, and Yan Yueqing even agreed to her.

But at that time, Yan Yueqing saw herself having sex with Mo An, even if she knew afterwards that Wen Mo An was plotted by her, but with Yan Yueqing's proud temperament, it was impossible for her to agree to get back together with Mo An.

It's just that she failed to calculate the final result, Yan Yueqing really agreed to Wen Mo'an.

Jiang Rou recalled, put down her glass and walked towards Wen Mo'an.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Jiang, the host of our party today? We just looked for you for a long time but couldn't find you. We thought you left us to play elsewhere."

Jiang Rou walked into their crowd, put her arms around a girl's neck, poked her soft face with her slender fingers, and said with a smirk, "Where can I go, of course I'm to flirt. There are so many handsome guys and beauties at the party today, I can't really appreciate it."

The person who spoke just now watched her molesting the girl and continued, "Tsk tsk, your habit of taking all men and women has continued from school to this day! Others are holy people who walk among the flowers without touching their bodies. After you enter the flowers, you must hold every flower in your hand."

Jiang Rou chuckled twice and said, "I didn't expect you to be the one who knows me best, but girls are sweeter than you stinky men, aren't they?"

The man blushed at what she said, and he hesitated and explained: "Although, although I am not that good man, you can't kill all the men in the world! There are still good men, but you haven't met them yet." That's all."

Wen Mo'an stood in an inconspicuous place, listening to their words, looking down at the juice in his hand, the pulp in the cup was fluttering back and forth.

The breeze blew away the fine hair on her ears, and she shook the wine glass, and the pulp inside continued to flutter back and forth.

"By the way, Miss Jiang is here. Where is Dr. Wen? I saw her just now."

Somebody yelled in the crowd, and everyone turned their heads to look for her figure.

"It's here!"

Everyone turned to look at the sound.

Wen Mo'an, who was standing by the side, just raised his glass to take a sip of the fruit juice, but when he heard their voices, he was frightened and froze instantly, and the rim of the glass touched his mouth and did not put it down for a long time.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared at her, she swallowed the juice, slowly put down the glass and turned to look at them, the air seemed to be still at this moment.

This kind of embarrassment of being watched by everyone feels like you are standing in front of a full-length mirror, and then you are chanting in front of the mirror in public, and others are looking at you with strange eyes.

Wen Moan and them looked at each other, stood up straight and asked, "Is there anything you can do for me?"

Everyone didn't speak, Jiang Rou took her arm off the girl's shoulder, and her standing posture became more dignified.

The boy noticed her change from the corner of his eye, broke the silence, ha-ha- laughed and said: "Wow, Miss Jiang, your attitude has changed too fast, you just molested her, look When Dr. Wen straightened up in an instant, it turns out that you haven't forgotten Dr. Wen in your heart!"

Everyone booed, Jiang Rou walked towards Wen Mo'an without blushing, staring at her with burning eyes.

The booing around her became louder and louder, Wen Mo'an looked at Jiang Rou who was slowly walking towards her, and a very bad thought flashed in his mind.

In the short distance she walked, her heart seemed to be falling into the abyss every time.

The people around were watching the show, and no one said they would stop her or anything.

There are only three steps left, Wen Mo'an counted silently in his heart.

Beep, beep.

The cell phone rang suddenly in a quiet atmosphere, and Wen Mo'an picked up the cell phone in his pocket when he was a step away.

When she turned sideways to answer the phone, Jiang Rou also stopped walking.

Everyone gasped for her when they saw this scene, and the embarrassing atmosphere solidified again.

Wen Mo'an half-covered the phone's receiver, turned to her and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

The figure of her leaving on the phone was engraved in Jiang Rou's memory at this moment.

Wen Mo'an left the party and returned to the car to see Ah Yan who was sitting in the co-pilot. The screen of her mobile phone on her lap was still on.

The content displayed on the screen was his phone number, and the person who called him just now was Ah Yan.

"I suddenly regret having you at this party"

She said in a deep voice, her head lowered very low, her long hair hanging down completely covered her expression.

Wen Mo'an leaned over, brushed her long hair behind her ears with one hand, and held her face for her to look at him.

Her originally bright eyes were now filled with sadness, Wen Mo'an raised his other hand in distress to help her stretch the frown between her frowns.

"I'm here, I've always been here, and I won't leave."

She knew that this kind of comfort was useless to Ah Yan, because since three years ago, she didn't want such words anymore.

No matter what she did, she couldn't make up for the injury that brought her.

Wen Mo'an hugged her into his arms, patted her on the back lightly, his eyes were downcast as if the end of the world would be in the next second.

"Believe me, Ah Yan, I had nothing to do with her three years ago."

She told her this sentence countless times in three years, but she never believed it once.

This matter is the gap between them that can never be erased, unless Jiang Rou can tell her the whole situation at that time, but she will not say it.

At the beginning, she used Ah Yan's pride to hurt her, so how could she explain it to Ah Yan so easily.

Even if she is still with Ah Yan now, she will not explain to Ah Yan.

Yan Yueqing suddenly raised his hand and pushed her away, the fingertips sunk deeply into the hand holding her shoulder.

"Sorry, I won't go home tonight, you go home and rest early, good night."

The pain from the shoulder injury suddenly disappeared, the car door was slammed shut, and the co-pilot's seat was empty in a moment.

For a long time, Wen Mo'an lay on the car seat, staring at the place where the co-pilot had just sat with her out-of-focus eyes.

After all, she didn't believe in herself.

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