Yan Shao's Fatal Affection

She didn't know how to react, and he separated the crowd and sent her to the car, and then wiped the blood on her trouser legs that was rubbed by Jiang Yunyun.

"And Wang Jian." She said suddenly.

Yan Xiyu put away the wet wipes, "Accomplice in fraud, didn't you set a trap for him?"

She did transfer 2000 million to Wang Jian, but Wang Jian thought the money was from a lending platform, but he didn't find out that it was in her own name, because she used a Swiss account, and he couldn't find it at all.

As long as she told the police that Wang Jian encouraged her to invest and promised to return high interest, Wang Jian constituted an accomplice in misappropriating money.

She frowned slightly, feeling more and more terrifying about this man, who actually knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Moreover, she thought that she had to plan for a year and a half, but he returned it all in the blink of an eye.

It can be said that the ending was very happy, even exceeding her expectations.

But Guan Qianyu was inexplicably unhappy.

"I won't thank you." She said lightly.

Even if he didn't instruct Jiang Yunyun to do the miscarriage, what about the things he did to his father?

The "Juli Investment" that my father worked hard all his life is still under the name of Yang Wengang Group.

Yan Xiyu turned her head sideways, looked at her in a low voice for a while, but finally said nothing.

Xiao Huijin was hesitant to speak at the side, but he couldn't get in.

In the end, she went back to Yuxiao Palace to work the night shift. Before she left, she had never spoken to Yan Xiyu, nor had she seen him.

Yan Xiyu sent Xiao Huijin to the tavern, and called Bai Yuxing over for a drink.

"Master Yan." Xiao Huijin could see his disappointment.

He made such a big game for Qianqian, but Qianqian's resentment and indifference towards him did not diminish in the slightest.

"Don't blame Qianqian, she was alone and helpless, she was hurt too deeply."

Yan Xiyu didn't answer, just poured himself wine, picked it up and did it straight away.

When Bai Yuxing arrived, he was already half drunk.

……

When Guan Qianyu was on duty until two o'clock in the morning, she was free and went back to her room, wanting to take a shower and sleep.

"Ding bell! Ding bell!" She had just finished taking a shower, and the doorbell kept ringing.

She thought the staff was in a hurry, so she opened the door directly.

Seeing the man standing at the door, Xiumei frowned.

Yan Xiyu stood at the door, hooking her coat with one fingertip, the clothes were all on the floor, and supporting the door frame with the other hand, looking at her with drunken eyes.

She saw that he was really drunk, he seemed to have fallen on the way here, his trousers and shirt were dusted, he was not as expensive as usual, but he was in a mess.

But he only said lightly: "Did you go wrong?"

She thought that he should be looking for Jane Suxin's room.

Only one floor apart.

Then she was about to go back to her room to get her mobile phone to contact him, but just as she turned around, a man outside the door walked in with long legs.

Because of her unsteady steps, she was full of oppressive force, and pushed her directly against the wall.

The door was closed by him with a "bang!", and the jacket was thrown on the ground without hesitation.

The man just stared at her so lowly, then pulled his thin lips, and said in a very low voice, "Do you hate me?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Guan Qianyu knew that he was really drunk.

I was as drunk as I was in the mental gymnasium before.

Usually the honorable Yan Xiyu would never ask her such a question, and in such a tone.

She pursed her soft lips slightly, turned her face to the side, and didn't want to answer, so she asked again, "Did you find the wrong room?"

"It's not wrong." His last deep and magnetic voice said, "I'm looking for you."

Then he called her in a low voice.

Guan Qianyu was slightly stunned, and turned to look at him. Anyway, he was drunk, so he directly asked, "What did you call me?"

"Qianqian..." The man murmured slightly with his tongue out, but instead he seemed very charming, and he narrowed his eyes drunkenly to stare at her, "Everyone else calls it that, can't I?"

Guan Qianyu only thought that he was like this outside Yuxiao Palace that night, but he called Qiao Ai.

"Master Yan called the wrong person. The Qiao Qiao you want is not here." He raised his hand and tried to push his lower chest, trying to distance himself.

But in the next second, he suddenly clasped his wrist tightly, "I want you!"

He said vaguely: "Last time, it was only you...others, who didn't get this treatment."

The last time Yan Xiyu bumped into her at the gate of Yuxiao Palace, Yan Xiyu was not drunk, but he felt that he made a slip of the tongue, so he deliberately changed his name the second time.

Guan Qianyu didn't know how to react.

And the drunk man's face changed as if the sky had changed, and he couldn't control his image under the influence of alcohol, so he stared at her with frowns.

"How unforgivable am I?" His vague and angry tone tightened her grip.

He was obviously very drunk, but some things seemed to be very clear in his mind, like the so-called telling the truth after drinking.

The tone changed, and there was grievance in the grievance, "It was you who forcibly entered my life, and I tortured you, but my crime is unforgivable?"

After listening, she finally looked at him sarcastically, "Then what you mean is that I should be grateful for helping me deal with Jiang Yunyun and those people, and write off the past, and even repeat the same mistakes as the stupid woman who loves you and continue to be tortured by you ?”

"I didn't ask you to help me." She said very coldly.

Yan Xiyu's intoxicated eyes were obviously darkened, and he tried hard to see her clearly, and murmured, "Do you have a conscience?"

She smiled lowly, "It's because I have a conscience that I remember those angers for my dad."

"Yan Xiyu, why do you ask me with such a superior attitude just because you did this little thing?"

It was probably because of her indifference and a certain sentence that aroused the man's nerves, and the features on his originally drunken face suddenly dropped.

He stared at her, "I'm not qualified?"

He closed his eyes, tried to get rid of the dizziness in his head, and held her palm-sized face with one hand and lifted it up.

"I'm still your husband!" He whispered each word slowly, "I'm your creditor. If I want to, I can't do too much for you."