He picked up the newspaper in confusion, and when he saw the photos on it, his eyes widened suddenly, "No, this is impossible!"
In the photo, she was wearing sexy and revealing clothes, dancing closely with a hunk. There was also a photo of her wetly kissing a strange man when she was drunk.
Last night, she was in a depressed mood and drove to the nightclub alone, without even Anan. She didn't expect that she would be secretly photographed! There was no need to read those exaggerated reports. These two photos alone were enough to put her in the dark.
Go to hell.
An Yinuo's first reaction was to point at the person in the newspaper and deny it with all his strength, "This person is not me! This must be what those tabloids wrote in order to attract attention! Jue, you have to believe me!"
Fei Sijue crossed his fingers on his chest, and his thick eyebrows formed an impenetrable barrier.
Suddenly, An Yinuo had an extreme idea. Seeing his wife being photographed like this, he should be furious, should be furious, or even furious at her! Rather, he would rather receive a few hard slaps from him, as long as
Seeing his frantic look, she knew that he cared about her! Instead of being so calm and indifferent like this right now.
"Mrs. Fei, you have to take your time to quibble," Ji Yan intervened unwillingly, "Now that you have slapped such a cuckold on Jue's head, how can he go out to meet people?"
An Yinuo slowly lowered his head, put aside all thoughts, knelt beside his chair, held his cold hand, and confessed with great sincerity, "Jue, I have been waiting for you to come to me these past few days, but...
, I never waited until...I felt depressed before I went there to drink. Don't be angry with me, okay?"
Seeing her change of attitude so quickly, Ji Yan snorted disdainfully, stood up, and dragged Song Wen out, "Let's go, seeing some pretentious people makes me sick. Anyone who wants to believe it is a pig!"
Obviously, the latter sentence was addressed to Fei Sijue.
Glancing at An Yinuo's face stained by crying, Fei Sijue gently wiped away her tears. An Yinuo's heart moved, and when he was wondering whether he had forgiven himself, he said casually, "This matter,
I'll handle it."
An Yinuo squeezed his hand happily, "Jue, can you really forgive me?"
"Because, I owe you." His eyes were distant and distant.
Gradually, he noticed something, and An Yinuo asked with a trembling voice, "Jue, what do you want? Treat it as even, and then leave me with peace of mind?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, An Yinuo stood up and said, "What did you promise me? You said you would never break my heart again! Have you forgotten?!"
Fei Sijue was too calm, which was a bit hurtful at this moment. The gorgeous smile at the corner of his mouth, for the first time, looked kindly to her, like a real childhood sweetheart, "Enoch, we have tried our best."
"Not enough!" An Yinuo struggled, not wanting to agree or compromise, "We are just the beginning, you are about to end without even trying, this is not fair!"
"It turns out that you are not happy being with me." His words hit the nail on the head.
An Yinuo sneered and swayed a few times, "How can I be happy if you don't even spare your heart to me? But I believe that we are the most suitable people for each other! Jue, come back to me, Xia Lan doesn't
It suits you, she doesn’t love you at all! After Anan aborted her child, she put all the fault on me. She got close to you because she wanted to take revenge on me! Jue, wake up!"
child……
I remembered how helpless and desperate she was when she appeared in front of him covered in blood and told him that the child was his.
He suddenly laughed at himself. Since when did he stop hating?
Looking at her with penetrating eyes, "Anan is really willing to do anything for you."
Hearing his deep meaning, An Yinuo suppressed his uneasiness and said softly, "I saved Anan's life. He saw that Xiaolan had no purpose, and it was difficult to believe what she said, just in case.
He would make the decision without authorization and abort her child... Xiaolan hates me, I have nothing to say. But, I will not forgive her for deceiving you!"
Fei Sijue lowered his eyes and said nothing. Such silence was disturbing. An Yinuo pointed at him in disbelief, "What are you suspecting? You don't think that Anan was responsible for the elevator crash, right?"
!”
He raised his eyebrows, his gentle tone reflecting his aggressive momentum, "If so, advise him to be mentally prepared, I won't let him go!"
"Fei Sijue!" An Yinuo shouted, with veins on his neck exposed, "She hurt you so much, and you still stand up for her! I love you so much, but you don't even look at me!"
Outside the CEO's office, Ji Yan was sitting on the secretary's desk next to him. His long hair was casually tied behind his head. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and cracked them. Song Wen put his ear against the door and frowned.
Wrinkling tightly, "It's starting to get loud!"
Ji Yan patted his head and said, "How can you still have the image of a special assistant like this? Sit over quickly and don't embarrass Jue!"
Song Wen scratched his head, followed his example and sat on the table, and then asked worriedly, "If the wife gets angry and moves her omnipotent grandfather here, the boss will be in trouble."
Ji Yan sneered, "If Jue is afraid, he is not qualified to be my lover!"
Song Wen shuddered, his eyes wandered around, but his butt quietly moved sideways inch by inch.
At this time, a sharp shout was heard from inside, "Don't even think about it! I won't agree! Even if I die!" Then, the door was opened suddenly. An Yinuo's eyes were red and swollen, and his hair was a little messy, crying.
He ran out. Ji Yan whistled unconscionably. Song Wen wanted to go in, but he grabbed him, half-closed his seductive eyes, and glanced inside, "Let him be alone."
At the corner, Su Junqi looked at him coldly and turned to leave.
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In the living room, An Enuo drank wine crazily. She couldn't tell whether what was in her mouth was tears or wine. It was bitter and astringent, burning her heart.
Anan walked out of the room, holding something the size of a button in his hand, "Miss, I found it."
An Yinuo raised his head, stood up unsteadily, and took it, "What is this?"
"Tracker."
An Yinuo was startled, frowned, and rubbed his temples, "Where did you find it?"
Anan handed over a brand-name bag, "Here."
When she saw the bag, she suddenly remembered the scene when she warned Xia Lan that day...
The cup in her hand suddenly fell to the ground, and Anan quickly held her in his arms, using his back to block the flying glass shards.
An Yinuo struggled to push him away, with a hint of contempt in his cold eyes.
Although he was almost suffocating with pain, he still squatted down and handled the debris on the ground calmly, for fear that she would prick her feet.