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42. Who the hell is he?

This was the first time that they mentioned something about the young master so harmoniously. Seeing that she was in a good mood, Mrs. Lin was about to say something, but when she looked up, she saw that An Jingxing had fallen silent, and his face no longer had the same look as before.

Although he looked cheerful and cheerful, he was silent and a little depressed.

Sister Lin knew that she must have thought of some unpleasant things again, so she could only shut up silently and sigh secretly in her heart.

This kid is really stubborn.

This is the first time An Jingxing has walked out of this room in these one hundred and thirty-nine days, and it is also the first time she has put on the clothes that the man bought for her.

The dress she chose for herself was a dark blue dress, which was the simplest and plainest among those dresses. The others were either too bright in color or too complicated in style, and they were not her type.

When An Jingxing walked out of the room, Tang Qianrong had been waiting at the door for a long time. At this time, Tang Qianrong changed into a beige suit. The spotless shirt had a bit of fashion, and the three buttons at the collar were slightly open.

With.

A silver-white chain was exposed, sliding across his collarbone and hanging inside his shirt. On his head was a casual hat of the same color, and a large, dark green toad mirror hung on the bridge of his nose, blocking half of his face.

The function of masks.

He was extremely tall, but she couldn't even reach his shoulders when standing next to him.

"Let's go." Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Tang Qianrong looked back slightly and saw An Jingxing who had changed his clothes. His eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly.

When going out, Tang Qianrong chose a rather low-key BMW W60. He didn't show up much in Bicheng, and few people knew him. Even so, he was still prepared. After all, reporters and paparazzi nowadays have very short memories.

For astonishing.

He didn't want to see his photo on tomorrow's entertainment headlines, let alone expose this little woman to public opinion.

Breathing the outside air for the first time in a long time, An Jingxing was like an excited little beast, with a big smile on his face from beginning to end. He insisted on keeping the car windows open even if the wind was very strong along the way.

Feeling her happy mood, Tang Qianrong gradually slowed down and left the building where he had been imprisoned for nearly four months. This was the first time An Jingxing observed it from the outside. However, after just one glance,

Only then did she realize how narrow her previous understanding was.

The room I live in may be just a corner of this building.

This man actually renovated such a large building complex in the suburbs, and no one came to check and check...

Who is this man?

The car gradually drove into the city. Before An Jingxing had experienced this, Bicheng was still very hot and irritating in the summer, but now the whole city was filled with an autumn atmosphere. She was deeply moved by the long absence of Bicheng.

When Tang Qianrong's car drove past a roadside stall, An Jingxing's eyes suddenly flashed, "Stop the car, stop the car quickly, I want to eat the candied chestnuts from Zhang Ji's!"

"Yeah, okay." He responded in a low voice without any hesitation. The next moment, he stopped the car at a parking space on the side of the road, unbuckled his seat belt and took him out.

Mr. Tang, who is so rich that the country is rich, actually bought sugar and roasted chestnuts for a woman? If a reporter who knew Tang Qianrong saw this scene, he would probably be so frightened that he could not even close his mouth.

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