Surprisingly, the hatred in An Lingchuan and Yingzhen's heart immediately started to burn like fire, but she acted very calmly.
An Lingchun nodded slightly to Bonn, but his eyes when looking at Yingzhen were not so friendly. He looked at her with deep and experienced eyes and said coldly: "You are not dead?"
"Yingzhen is dead, I am Qiqi" Yingzhen said with a cold expression.
An Lingjuan smiled coldly: "Mo Yanyi's accurate shooting skills will actually leave you a way to survive?" An old fox is an old fox, and he always has more suspicions than young people.
"It just so happens that my heart is one centimeter wider than others," Ying Zhen said calmly, "I want to join the An family, but I don't know if Mr. An will welcome him."
"I will welcome the allies, but I will never let the spies go." An Lingjuan's eyes sternly said, "Search her."
Ying Zhen said calmly: "We have already searched the valley just now. Could it be that Mr. An is doubting the accuracy of Death Valley's detection equipment, or the loyalty of Death Valley's so-called Death Messenger killer?
Will they let a spy into the valley? If Mr. An can't find anything on me, I don't think Miss Jin will be happy."
Ying Zhen's words made An Lingchuan temporarily speechless.
"There is no need to search her body any more." A male voice sounded from behind Yingzhen.
She turned around and smiled softly. It was An Mochen who was dressed in white. He was suave, but he also showed the evil spirit of a playboy.
"You're still alive?" He looked at Yingming intently, unable to hide his joy, and approached her step by step.
Yingzhen looked at him smiling quietly, his beautiful eyes turning. An Mochen's mouth raised a faint evil smile, and he smiled happily: "Welcome to Death Valley"
Yingzhen smiled charmingly: "You are right, you are more suitable for me."
An Mochen smiled and was about to put his arm around Yingzhen's shoulders, but An Lingjuan shouted: "Mochen, what are you doing?"
His face was full of anger, and he said angrily: "Do you want to show your love to a poppy flower?"
"Dad, she is not." An Mochen finally hugged Yingying and looked at An Lingchun firmly and said, "At this point, you might as well tell dad that she is the woman I want in this life.
You said to me that women are playthings, I believe it, I agree, but that is only for other women, I am not a plaything for her, dad, you don’t know how difficult it is to meet a woman who likes you."
An Lingjuan walked up to An Mochen in a few steps, trembling with anger. He finally resisted the urge to slap An Mochen. He had always been proud of An Mochen's sobriety, but he didn't want him to fall into the trap in the end.