Chapter 97 An Zhentao’s situation

The little hand raised his tone and said loudly: "Brother Yan, what should we have for dinner?"

 Wang Yan hugged Yiran's neck.

 "My wife can eat whatever she wants."

 "Oh my, my husband is the best."

 Yiran's tone was full of coquettishness, and her whole body clung to Wang Yan's body, her behavior was quite intimate.

 As soon as she glanced outside the door with her peripheral vision, she conveniently put Wang Yan's hand on her neck and stuffed it into her underwear.

 Wang Yan was stunned for a moment, wondering how much money he had charged and how much he had worked so hard for.

 He kissed Yiran's forehead.

 "Isn't that necessary? If it's not good for you, who will be good for you? I'm just such a wife."

 Yiran directly held Wang Yan's cheek, and the two immediately kissed each other.

 He was eating melon seeds with his little hands, peeking at the door and teasing.

 "Okay, okay, aren't you tired of being together every day and night? Stop being such a jerk."

 "We are happy, but you can do it."

 Yiran sat up straight and touched her necklace.

 "Husband, I'm going to go now. We'll see you in the evening. Thank you for your necklace. I really like it."

 "Remember to wear those two sets of clothes tonight, you know."

 "Disgusting." The three people in the room laughed.

 Yiran deliberately stood up slowly, put on his coat, opened the door and left.

 Little Hands sat opposite.

 "Brother Yan, if An Xin comes to see you at night, will I just keep saying the same thing?"

 Wang Yan sighed: "How can I get her to stop looking for me? It's really annoying."

 "How come she has no self-awareness at all?"

 "She looks like that, and I don't even want her to be with her. Doesn't she know it in her heart?"

 "Hey. Don't they all say that women like to lie to themselves?"

 The little hand followed up and said: "This is a lie, and the fake is taken as real."

 "That's a bit too annoying. Am I not obvious enough? Do I have to say it in front of her?"

 "Then it's up to you."

 "Forget it, I'd better stop talking. Anyway, I have nothing to lose. If one day I drink too much, become confused, and lack someone to vent to, I can vent it to her. Do you think so?"

 "Hahahaha!" Little Hand laughed. "Come on, come on, drink tea."

 Wang Yan took a sip of tea and looked out the door.

 "Don't look, she's gone."

 Wang Yan sighed and immediately called Tie Kui.

 "You go and stay with An Xin. The relationship between the two of us is completely over..."

 After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan was completely stunned.

 He patted Wang Yan's shoulder with his small hand: "Brother, call Hezi and the others. Let's find a place to have a drink."

 As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan's cell phone suddenly rang. It was An Zhentao calling.

 Wang Yan was a little surprised and answered the phone: "Hello, Uncle An."

 "A fight is about to start at the door, hurry up and stop it!"

 Wang Yan suddenly stood up and rushed out of the teahouse.

 At the main entrance of the teahouse, An Xin's eyes were blood red and she was so excited that her body was trembling slightly.

 "What is your relationship with Wang Yan?"

 "What's your relationship?"

 "That's my husband."

 "Fart, when did he become your husband? That's my husband!"

 "You're talking nonsense!" An Xin roared.

 Yiran smiled contemptuously and turned to look at Wang Yan who had just rushed out.

 "Ask her yourself."

 An Xin immediately looked at Wang Yan.

 At this moment, Wang Yan felt like his heart was cut by a knife, and he felt unspeakably sad.

 He really didn't want to hurt An Xin, but when things got to this point, he had no chance to look back.

 Wang Yan walked up to Yiran and put his arms around her neck.

 "Ignore her, let's go."

 Yiran smiled at An Xin, and the two turned to leave.

 An Xin rushed to Wang Yan in a few steps.

 She bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. She was so excited that her breathing became a little short.

 "Honey, let's go home."

 This sentence made Wang Yan's heart break, and he was just a little bit out of control.

 At the critical moment, Little Hand followed up.

 "An Xin, let's face the reality. Brother Yan actually didn't answer you for anything, right?"

 An Xin's tears flowed down, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She was extremely stubborn.

 "Honey, let's go home."

 With these two sentences, Wang Yan had already adjusted.

 He smiled at An Xin.

 "Who is your husband?"

 An Xin raised her hand and grabbed Wang Yan's wrist, her eyes full of grievance.

 "Honey, let's go home."

 "Let go of my husband, you are sick."

 Yiran opened An Xin's wrist.

 "There are so many people watching, could you please show your face?"

 Wang Yan glanced at Yiran subconsciously.

 Yiran could feel that Wang Yan was about to lose control of his emotions. She reacted very quickly, stepped forward, put her arms around Wang Yan's neck, and kissed him.

 Wang Yan was stunned for a few seconds and slowly closed his eyes.

 More and more people gathered around.

 He pushed Wang Yan with his little hand.

 "Sister-in-law, Brother Yan, let's go, don't let others watch the fun."

 Speaking of this, he looked at An Xin again.

 "An Xin, don't let people laugh at you."

 Wang Yan nodded and pulled Yi Ran away.

 An Xin wiped her tears and stubbornly grabbed Wang Yan's arm.

 "Honey, let's go home. As long as you come back with me, I can forgive everything!"

 Just as Yiran was about to speak, Anxin's fingers flashed.

 "Stop talking and let him make the choice. He wants to take you away. I will never stop him again."

 Yiran turned and looked at Wang Yan.

 "Then let's go, husband."

 Wang Yan didn't dare to look into An Xin's eyes now, and was extremely confused inside.

 The little hand touched Wang Yan again from behind.

 Wang Yan was heartbroken and swung An Xin's wrist away with all his strength.

 He hugged Yiran and returned directly to the car.

 Wang Yan's face was frighteningly gloomy.

 He was filled with murderous intent as if he wanted to kill someone.

 He stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicle jumped out with a buzzing sound.

 An Xin's hysterical, heart-rending roars echoed in her ears.

 The vehicle ran through two or three traffic lights in a row, forcing several cars to stop.

 "If you don't want to live anymore, can you not take us with you? My mother is still waiting for me to come home."

 Hearing what Yiran said, Wang Yan suddenly stopped the car.

 He had realized his problem. He slowly closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

 The red light ahead turned to green, and the vehicles in the lane next to it were moving forward.

 Wang Yan's car blocked a lane.

 Soon, loudspeakers and yelling came from behind, but Wang Yan didn't react at all.

 Yiran sighed and pressed the double flash.

 The car was very quiet. Just as Wang Yan was adjusting his mentality, a familiar voice came out.

 "Don't drive if the light is green, you're making a fucking wish here."

 Zhang Zonghe came over cursing, and took a calm look at Wang Yan who was driving.

 "Fuck, why is it you?"

 While talking, Zhang Zonghe and Yiran looked at each other.

 His expression changed instantly: "Hi, beauty. My name is Zhang Zonghe, what do you call me?"

 After saying hello, Zhang Zonghe immediately turned around and shouted at the vehicles behind him that were still honking their horns.

 "Whatever you press, whether it's annoying or not, whether you're passing over there or the car is broken down here, it doesn't matter what your quality is."

 After saying that, Zhang Zonghe opened the door and got in the car.

 He leaned directly towards the passenger seat with a mean smile on his face: "Beauty, where are you from?"

 Yiran stared at Wang Yan: "Do you still have such friends?"

 Zhang Zonghe raised his eyebrows: "Beauty, it's the first time we meet, why do you comment like this?"

 Yiran pointed to the rearview mirror: "Your girlfriend got out of the car to look for you."

 "King of Hell, King of Hell, go quickly."

 Zhang Zonghe smiled slightly: "That's not my girlfriend, that's me."

 Just when Zhang Zonghe was about to say the word sister, Wang Yan suddenly stepped on the accelerator.

 The car jumped out again, and the inside of the car echoed: "Sister, boom~ Ouch, oh my god~ Wang Yan, you are so fucking stupid."

 Twenty minutes later, the vehicle drove to the entrance of a residential complex.

 Yiran opened the car door and was about to get out of the car, Zhang Zonghe hurriedly stepped forward.

 "Beauty, please leave your phone number."

 "I don't have a phone."

 "Then leave a wechat number."

 "I never go online."

 "It's okay to leave your address. Let's be pen pals."

 "I have no fixed address and no fixed address."

 Zhang Zonghe immediately became unhappy: "Then what do you have?"

 "You have a husband and a child. Do you want to come with me to meet him?"

 Zhang Zonghe is serious.

 "Damn it, who are you trying to scare? I, Zhang Zonghe, am notorious for being greedy for sex."

 With that said, Zhang Zonghe was about to get out of the car.

 Yiran frowned, obviously a little unnatural, and she subconsciously looked at Wang Yan.

 Wang Yan took a deep breath and started the vehicle directly.

 "Boom~ Ouch~ Damn it, King of Hell, you are such a lousy driver that you can't even speak a word."

 The car was filled with Zhang Zonghe's angry shouts and curses.