Sony Ericsson: Let me pamper you obediently

The taxi stopped at the entrance of a high-end residential area, and An Yan got out of the car only to realize that she seemed to have forgotten somewhere the bag she was carrying when she was released from prison.She frowned, but fortunately there was nothing in the bag, so she lost it as soon as she lost it, so she walked towards her home.

An Yan's father, An Zhendong, runs a small business and relies on Ji's family for his livelihood, so he can still stand up in this city.It's just that he has always been mercenary, and when An Yan was young, he often went out to socialize, and he hardly got along with her, so An Yan actually didn't have much deep affection for her father.Only after her mother passed away, in order to reassure her mother, did An Yan communicate more with her.

An Yan looked over from a distance, and saw the warm yellow light from the high-rise building reflected through the windows, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

She lowered her eyes and retracted her gaze. After entering the elevator, she sighed slightly.I was murdered and imprisoned for five years, leaving my father alone at home. If my mother found out in heaven, she would definitely blame her for not fulfilling her responsibility as a daughter...

Thinking of this, the elevator soon arrived at the floor where her house was located, and An Yan's pace towards the door of the house inevitably slowed down.She took a deep breath, adjusted a peaceful smile, raised her hand and pressed the doorbell.

After the doorbell rang twice, the door opened in response.An Yan raised her head and was about to call out "Dad", but when she saw the person in front of her, her face turned cold all of a sudden.

"Oh, I thought who it was, it turned out that An Yan is back." The woman standing at the door smiled at Yan Yan. There was no trace of age on her well-maintained face, and the corners of her mouth were curved just right. closeness.

It's really hard to find fault.A trace of sarcasm flashed in An Yan's eyes, and she glanced at her coldly.

It was none other than An Zhendong's mistress Han Meizhi who opened the door.She was wearing a mink fur coat that was newly released at the moment. The soft fur on the clothes slightly reflected the smooth light under the warm light of the living room. With her makeup, she really looked like a graceful and luxurious woman. Lady.

An Yan is very familiar with Han Meizhi. When her mother was sick and admitted to the hospital, it was this woman who chased her to the hospital and provocatively said that she was An Zhendong's favorite woman. If An Yan's mother hadn't died yet, she would have been The justifiable Mrs. Ann.

An Zhendong was raising a mistress outside, An Yan and her mother knew about this, but her mother was always docile, she chose to endure it, and An Yan couldn't say much.But Han Meizhi still did this kind of thing when her mother was sick, An Yan couldn't get angry after all, and slapped her in front of An Zhendong in the hospital.

It's just that she didn't expect that before her mother passed away, An Zhendong clearly promised her mother that she would never bring women from outside back to An's house. Unexpectedly, she has become Han Meizhi, the woman who stepped into An's house in the past few years. good chance!
Han Meizhi, who was leaning against the door, had exquisite makeup painted on her face. She was clearly in her early forties, but she couldn't tell from her face. No wonder she was so fascinated by An Zhendong.

An Yan glanced at her coldly, Han Meizhi's nails with intricate patterns were shining faintly under the light of the room, and the hypocritical smile on her face made people feel nauseous: "Our family is having dinner , You came just in time, come in quickly."

family?The corner of An Yan's mouth twitched, and a sneer overflowed from the corner of her lips undisguisedly: "I remember this should be my house, what kind of family are you?"

When Han Meizhi saw An Yan's words, the smile on her face couldn't hold back. She was about to say something when suddenly a sweet female voice came from behind. The sweet voice was like the oriole singing in spring: "Mom, Why are you all standing at the door? The meal should be cold in a while."

An Yan's pale lips suddenly tightened, and her fair face became even colder. She just watched silently as the owner of the voice walked towards her.This is none other than her half-sister An Ying.

"Sister, you're back." An Ying walked to Han Meizhi's side, with an affectionate smile on her face, she didn't seem to care about the coldness emanating from An Yan's whole body, and instead held her arm affectionately , "Come in, Dad has been waiting for you to come back."

An Yan frowned slightly, and shook off An Ying's hand: "Why are you pretending to be in front of me, An Ying, I'm afraid there is still an unsettled account between us?"