Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Suddenly, Yang Zhuoying found a photo album on the cabinet in the corner, she subconsciously reached out to pick up the photo album and flipped through it.

The pictures in the album were all of the same person, the woman in the picture on the easel.

The photo on the easel only showed the profile of the woman. Most of the photos in the album were of the profile of the woman, and only a few were frontal.

Looking at the woman's frontal photo, Yang Zhuoying was stunned as if struck by lightning.

Her hand holding the picture album trembled slightly, and she almost couldn't hold the album steadily. The expression on her face was a little dazed and at a loss.

"Why is there a picture of her here? Mrs. An knows her?" Yang Zhuoying muttered to herself.

Suddenly, a cat meowing came from outside the door, which made Yang Zhuoying recover from the fright, quickly put the album back to its original place, and covered it with a white cloth until there was no trace of being touched.

"Miss Yang, are you okay?"

In a daze, Yang Zhuoying seemed to hear someone calling her, she instinctively raised her eyes, and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face, and after a few seconds, she recognized that the person in front of her was An Ziyu.

Yang Zhuoying blinked, only to realize that she had left the studio at some point and was standing on the arch bridge in the back garden.

At this time, half of her body was hanging in the air. If she hadn't clenched the railing with both hands, she might have fallen into the pool by now.

Seeing her current state clearly, Yang Zhuoying was startled, and hurriedly took two steps back to stand still in a safe place.

Meeting An Ziyu's puzzled and worried eyes, Yang Zhuoying blushed and quickly replied, "I'm fine, I just want to come up and see the fish in the pond."

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew by, Yang Zhuoying sneezed, and subconsciously reached out to touch the goose bumps on her arms.

An Ziyu took off his coat and handed it to her, "It's windy here, be careful not to catch a cold."

Looking at the jacket handed over, Yang Zhuoying was moved by An Ziyu's gentlemanly demeanor, and was about to refuse, when he heard him continue: "Put it on, if you catch a cold, you won't be able to attend the Qin family's dinner tonight."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying was no longer polite, took the coat and put it on, and said to him: "Thank you Brother An, I will return it to you when I get back to the house."

"No rush." ​​An Ziyu raised his lips slightly, and stretched out his hand to Yang Zhuoying, motioning for her to grab his hand and get off the bridge.

Yang Zhuoying visually observed that from where she was standing to the ground, it was half a meter high. It would be difficult to get down if no one helped her. I really don't know how she climbed up just now.

"Thank you." Anyway, they all accepted his coat, and it's okay to ask him to help. Yang Zhuoying calmly put her hand on his big hand, and jumped off the bridge carefully.

Yang Zhuoying had already tried her best to be careful. When she landed on the ground, the sole of her right foot slipped, and she fell towards An Ziyu.

She doesn't want to wrestle.

Yang Zhuoying shouted in her heart, and in the next second, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist, and then fell into a warm embrace.

Everything happened so unexpectedly that Yang Zhuoying didn't even have time to react. When she came back to her senses, she almost hung on An Ziyu's body.

The bodies of the two were very close, and she only raised her head a little before it collided with his chin.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" A muffled groan came from above his head, and Yang Zhuoying hurriedly got off him and asked nervously.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Yang Zhuoying, her slender figure was wrapped in a high-end handmade suit, her hair was messed up by the wind, her delicate facial features were covered by the strands of hair, a pair of big clear and bright eyes could be vaguely seen. Staring at himself intently, An Ziyu's heart skipped a beat.

"It's okay." An Ziyu's eyes darkened, and he held Yang Zhuoying's hand tightly.

Suddenly, the palm of his hand was gently hooked, Yang Zhuoying was so frightened that he almost couldn't stand still, and reflexively shook off An Ziyu's hand, "What do you want to do?"
When he met An Ziyu's clarifying and calm gaze, he swallowed back the latter words, wondering if he was too sensitive just now?
Seeing Yang Zhuoying's blushing and awkward expression, An Ziyu's deep eyes flashed with amusement.

"You attended the Qin family's night banquet because you want to become the mistress of the Qin family?"

"Of course not." Yang Zhuoying denied it categorically. Seeing that Qin Mo was still staring at her, assuming that he would not take her there unless he explained clearly, he could only selectively say the reason.

"It's like this. My friend lost contact. I only know that the last time I saw her, she was with Qin Mo. So, I want to find him and ask him if he knows the whereabouts of my friend."

"I see." An Ziyu's voice was a little dark, and he looked at her with burning eyes, his eyes were so focused that she was quite uncomfortable. Before she could react, he looked at his watch and said.

"It's getting late, get ready and we'll set off."

Before getting ready to leave, Yang Zhuoying received a call from An Ziqi, saying that she couldn't make it back in time, and asked her to accompany An Ziyu to the Qin family's night banquet instead.

Seeing that she and An Ziyu were the only ones going, Yang Zhuoying always felt that something was wrong, but this was the only chance to find Yang Xiaoyi, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and go with him.

An's house is about an hour's drive away from Qin's house. An Ziyu told Yang Zhuoying that the departure time was six o'clock, and she went downstairs at six o'clock.

Yang Zhuoying walked down the stairs, An Ziyu was sitting on the sofa waiting for her, when he heard footsteps, he raised his head, stared at her with a pair of deep eyes, and frowned slightly, making Yang Zhuoying feel at a loss for doing something wrong.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him staring at her for a moment, Yang Zhuoying asked calmly.

"You are beautiful."

"Thank you." Yang Zhuoying replied reservedly, thinking that I am beautiful, but don't fall in love with me, because I will not respond to you.

An Ziyu pulled his thin lips, "Although you are beautiful, it is a basic etiquette to dress up for a banquet, are you sure you want to go like this?"

Tonight's dinner, the guests invited are all celebrities and ladies. On the surface, this banquet is the old lady Qin's 67th birthday party, but no one with a discerning eye knows that the purpose of the banquet is to 'choose a concubine'.

All the unmarried women who were invited were gearing up. If they wanted to stand out at the banquet tonight, it was conceivable that they must do their best to present their best side in front of others.

Although Yang Zhuoyingzhi is not here, she is An Ziyu's female companion, representing his face, but now she is dressed so inconspicuously, and it will be his face that will be slapped.

Hearing An Ziyu's hint, Yang Zhuoying was not embarrassed. She naturally knew that she was dressed too plainly for the banquet. It's just that the dress that she followed Lei Zhenyu on the boat was accidentally dirty, and there was no second one. The dress can be changed, and this suit is already the best one in hand.

As if understanding her predicament, An Ziyu didn't say anything, stood up and said to her, "Come up with me."