Fu Shao's favorite treasure: madam, don't run away

An Qiao hesitated while holding the needle that Lan Tianqing gave her, the hand holding the syringe was shaking, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, biting the corners of her pale lips, her eyes instantly became serious, as if she had made some determination.

An Qiao supported the wall and walked in the direction Ye Ling left just now.

Why did Ye Ling live so well when she was so miserable.

She wanted to escape, to escape An Hang's clutches.

She wants to stay with Fu Yuhan, and she wants to be Ye Ling.

For a moment, it was like a demon whispering in her ear, and that delicate and beautiful face was twisted into terror.

He quickened his pace, for fear that Ye Ling would return to Fu Yuhan's side, so that she would have no chance to make a move.

Looking at the figure in front of him, An Qiao shouted, "Ye Ling."

Ye Ling stopped and looked back at An Qiao who was chasing after her. She mistakenly thought that An Qiao would not give up and wanted to continue asking her for plastic surgery to change her identity. Ye Ling raised her eyebrows slightly: "I said I won't agree."

Before An Qiao could speak, Ye Ling refused again, and he was as unfamiliar with An Qiao as he was with a stranger, and even his tone was as if he was a stranger.

She is close to An Qiao, but it is with the lovely and innocent An Qiao in the past. The current An Qiao makes her feel strange, and even makes her feel confused when he speaks.

She is friends with An Qiao, but only the normal An Qiao from before.

"No, no, I want to apologize to you. I thought about it for a while. What I said just now are all nonsense. I hope you don't take it to heart. It's all because An Hang forced you to start talking nonsense. , I'm just venting and venting."

An Qiao strode up to Ye Ling, with his left hand hidden behind his back, and his right hand grasping Ye Ling's hand, regret and apology flashed across his tear-stained face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

With tears streaming down his face, he kept saying sorry to Ye Ling.

Seeing An Qiao crying as if she had just met her before, my heart softened in an instant.

"No…"

It doesn't matter before he finished speaking the three words, Ye Ling looked at An Qiao in shock, the needle was stuck in her arm, and he gently pressed the medicine in the needle into Ye Ling's arm.

Ye Ling slowly turned her head to look at An Qiao's hand and the syringe on her arm.

"Ye Ling, don't blame me."

An Qiao chuckled, not feeling that he had done anything wrong.

The face is distorted, complex and ferocious, the corner of the mouth is cracked into a smile, and the eyes are wide open like a beast trying to devour people.

Withdrawing the needle, Ye Ling closed his eyes and fainted in front of An Qiao.

An Qiao casually threw the syringe into the trash can next to her, and looked at Ye Ling who was lying on the ground, she smiled, a piercing smile.

Squatting down, stroking Ye Ling's snowy and tender face, and looking at herself, two months ago, her hands and face were like a girl's, even if she went out, people thought she was young, now?Her hands are as rough as sackcloth, and her face is as yellow-faced as An Hang said, not as good as those of her peers.

Now she couldn't see it with makeup on, but once she took off the makeup, she could see that her face was ruined.

An Hang used to be ugly, so she was not allowed to be beautiful, and she was not allowed to take care of her face. An Hang succeeded in plastic surgery to become handsome, and she was not allowed to be beautiful, as if she was taking revenge on her to live a good life.

Touching Ye Ling's face, An Qiao came up with an idea in her heart, wanting to take Ye Ling's face off, of course she would not do that, she wanted Ye Ling to become like her.

She was tortured by An Hang and couldn't get pregnant and could only be the mother of other people's children. An Hang stuffed those mistresses at home. In the future, that child would inherit An's family property. Enter Anjia, and she will have nothing and be kicked out of Anjia. She wants others to try the pain she has suffered.

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame it, blame you for living better than me, better than me, and there is a man who loves you so much by your side."

An Qiao said coldly, helped Ye Ling up and walked to the hotel room.

Lan Tianqing stood in the corner, and An Qiao's words fell into her ears, which made her feel deeply that women's resentment and jealousy turned out to be such terrifying things.

　 The corners of Lan Tianqing's mouth curled into a smile, and she turned to go into the banquet hall.

Fu Yuhan honestly waited for Ye Ling to come back, but the longer he waited, the more impatient he became, and finally looked in the direction where Ye Ling and An Qiao left.

After leaving for such a long time, even if we were talking about the old days, we should finish talking, why is there no sign of Ye Ling yet.

　 An Hang looked at the message sent by An Qiao, with a smile on his lips, it was exactly what he thought.

"Mr. An, Mr. An."

The people standing beside An Hang shouted, An Hang came back to his senses and said politely to them: "Sorry, I have something to deal with."

After finishing speaking, he walked away with big strides, and those people continued to talk together.

The most important thing for this banquet is the newborn young master of the An family, and the young master only showed up for a few minutes. As for the others, they are all unimportant supporting roles, and no one even noticed that An Hang left quietly.

An Hang walked in a hurry, as if he couldn't wait.

An Qiao was as stupid as he thought.

He said that he turned her into what she is now. In fact, this is what An Qiao really looks like now. She is only pretending to be innocent and pure. She is narrow-minded and jealous. As long as she says something that hits her heart, she will be jealous, such as He told An Qiao before that she was not as good as Ye Ling, and this acted as a hint in An Qiao's heart. When she went to Ye Ling, she would definitely ask her to help her.

And if you are a normal person or a person who is not overwhelmed by the Holy Mother, you will refuse An Qiao's request, unless you are mentally ill, you will agree to help her.

He saw An Qiao thoroughly, and knew what kind of person she was from the first time he saw An Qiao.

Opening the room, An Hang closed the door, the leather shoes rubbed against the ground, the crystal lamp fell and reflected the soft light, An Hang looked at the sleeping woman lying on the bed.

Like a sleeping beauty, people can't help but take a second look.

An Hang walked up to Ye Ling, sat on the edge of the bed, and caressed Ye Ling's hands. These were the hands of a girl.

There was a look of joy and love in those eyes.

An Qiao came out of the room, looked at An Hang's favorite appearance, and smiled coldly: "Now she is yours."

An Qiao looked at Ye Ling who was lying on the bed, jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Even Ye Ling, who had only met An Hang once, could make An Hang like him so much. She and An Hang are husband and wife, but An Hang hated her when he saw her.

Of course she doesn't like An Hang, so what if she looks handsome?In her mind, she was the same An Hang who hadn't had plastic surgery before, extremely ugly.

"You can really do this kind of thing, should I praise you or say you are doing stupid things?"

An Hang kept looking at Ye Ling, never leaving her body.

"Isn't it what you want if I do this kind of thing? Don't you just like Ye Ling? I'm here to help you. Don't worry, no one will come to this floor or this room. You want to do it Anything is fine, just like when you brought that woman home to perform sex in front of me."

An Qiao sneered, watching everything indifferently.

That's right, An Hang would take the woman home every now and then, and would show her in front of her. She had never looked forward to it like now.

"Ah."

An Hang smiled lightly, covered Ye Ling with the quilt, and didn't even think about touching Ye Ling.

Seeing An Hang like this, An Qiao's smile disappeared: "Move, hurry up!"

An Qiao shouted loudly, with a somewhat anxious tone.

Most of what she did was for An Hang's sake, why didn't he respond at all when people were brought in front of him?
Fu Yuhan searched everywhere, searched the whole building but couldn't find Ye Ling. In an instant, Fu Yuhan fell into a pool of stagnant water with a cold heart, regretting endlessly.

Why did he listen to Liu Feiyu's words and bring Ye Ling to this kind of place?

Taking out his mobile phone to call Ye Ling was also turned off. When he came, he had clearly seen that Ye Ling's mobile phone was turned on. How could this be...

"Excuse me, have you seen a beautiful woman with curly hair in a white dress?"

Fu Yuhan pulled the bartender passing by and asked. The bartender looked at Fu Yuhan, and seeing his sinister cheeks trembled, he shook his head quickly, and then hurried to the banquet with the tray.

Looking at that face and those cold eyes, he thought he was going to die.

Fu Yuhan turned around, and when he saw the person standing in front of him, Fu Yuhan pretended not to see her and walked around her.

"Yu Han, even if I leave the Fu family, we should still be friends, right? Now you don't even say hello to me and just ignore me."

Lan Tianqing hugged her hands and said leisurely.

Fu Yuhan turned his back to Lan Tianqing, and Lan Tianqing turned to look at Fu Yuhan's back.

The suit is well tailored and fits Fu Yuhan's figure well. Just by looking at his back, you can tell that he is a handsome man.

She just likes him like this.

Fu Yuhan's face was like ice, and he took a step forward.

"I know where your baby Ye Ling is."

In a word, Fu Yuhan stopped in his tracks, turned around quickly, pushed Lan Tianqing to the wall, put his hands on the wall, and locked Lan Tianqing in front of him, his eyes were so cold that there was no emotion, and he could also see her on that handsome face. A touch of anxiety: "Where is she!"

Fu Yuhan endured it, but that face was extremely gloomy, like a storm coming, very scary.

Those deep and indifferent eyes looked at the blue sky.

Looking at Fu Yuhan's tense expression, Lan Tianqing was more calm: "I remember you did this before. It's been a long time since you had this expression."

"I remember that when Fu Chijue fell into the lake and was picked up dying, you were like this too."

Lan Tianqing deliberately stimulated Fu Yuhan, and Fu Yuhan pinched Lan Tianqing's neck with his hands. Her neck was like a twig, as if Fu Yuhan could wring her head off with just a little force.

"Where is she!"

Fu Yuhan repeated that he didn't have to worry about Lan Tianqing's previous affairs, but he couldn't care about Ye Ling's affairs.

"Cough cough, cough cough, pinch me, strangle me to death, then you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Lan Tianqing frowned, a little out of breath, threatening.

Seeing her uncomfortable look, Fu Yuhan loosened his hands a little so that Lan Tianqing could breathe.

"You want to know where she is, just kiss me and I'll tell you."

Looking at Fu Yuhan's eyes full of anger, Lan Tianqing smiled brightly, put his arms around Fu Yuhan's neck, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he spoke inscrutablely.