When An Jingxing woke up from her sleep, she didn't know what time it was. She only heard someone knocking on the door. She finally woke up completely, got up from the bed, straightened her clothes, and then called out to come in.
The next moment, I saw a man in a suit standing at the door, his head lowered, looking quite respectful.
"Ms. An, Mr. Tang's villa has arrived in Los Angeles."
USA, Los Angeles, villa.
These three words together can easily make people think of mistress, hidden beauty in a golden house, and so on.
An Jingxing naturally wanted to get it, but this time, she was not as excited as last time. She lowered her head and glanced at her clothes, which were still neat. She got up hastily from the bed, put on her shoes, and looked at the man in front of her.
He whispered: "I want to see Mr. Tang, but I don't know if the time is convenient now?"
"Mr. Tang has told me that as long as Miss An wants, it will be convenient at any time." The man's answer was very quick.
After An Jingxing heard this, his eyes darkened again. Could it be that the man who bought him back was really his mistress?
Even though she had been a surrogate mother once, An Jingxing still couldn't accept it naturally. Resisting the disgust in her heart, she frowned and forced herself to calm down.
"Then please lead the way."
*
After getting out of the plane, An Jingxing discovered that this time happened to be late at night in Los Angeles. An Jingxing followed the man in the suit off the plane and found a large, brightly lit villa not far ahead.
The villa covers a large area, including the landing site of the plane. An Jingxing could not estimate how big the man's lot was.
But at a quick glance, there is no second home on at least three hills.
This level, compared to Anjia, is simply in the sky and on the earth.
Tang Qianrong was waiting for An Jingxing in the study. He had just been on the plane. He finished his official duties as quickly as possible and then took a short rest.
After waking up, he took a look at An Jingxing. She was still sleeping at that time, but she was still crying in her sleep.
Tang Qianrong didn't know why she was crying, but he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to wipe her tears.
During the days when she was with him, she also cried, but it was just the time when she was threatened with death. From then on, he almost never saw her cry.
Watching her cry, Tang Qianrong felt as if a feather had passed over the tip of his heart. The feeling was inexplicable. Tang Qianrong had had some women before, but none of them were like her. In the face of all the pain and ups and downs, even despair could be overcome quickly.
Recover.
She is like a winter plum bud, waiting to bloom in the cold wind. The closer you get, the more you look forward to seeing her bloom.
*
When An Jingxing was led into Tang Qianrong's study by a man in a suit, Tang Qianrong was sitting at the desk with a glass of wine in his hand, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
Even though she had seen him many times, the moment she saw his face, she couldn't help but panic for a moment.
"What's the matter?" The man's low voice came, calling back her thoughts. Only then did she remember the real purpose of her coming here tonight.
Forcing himself to calm down, An Jingxing tried to make his voice sound softer, more polite, and even a bit like a discussion.
"Mr. Tang, if possible, I would like to talk to you."
This was the first time that he saw this little woman being submissive to him. This made Tang Qianrong narrow his eyes slightly and couldn't help but soften his eyes when looking at her. "Please tell me."
"If I say that I can help you earn back 100 million, can you buy a mistress again?"
