Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Of course An Yan didn't believe it, she just remembered that Yeliang often came to Yezhuang for consumption before, and thought she only knew a few people there.

Regarding this, An Yan just sneered, "I wasn't frightened to grow up. You are so stubborn, isn't it because you used a bastard to whet Fan Xiaozheng's appetite?"

Hearing the word Ye Zhong, Ye Liang narrowed his eyes slightly.

An Yan continued to speak recklessly, "But Fan Xiaozheng dislikes you coming to Yezhuang the most, if you really dare to do something to me in Yezhuang tonight, he will definitely not turn towards you, let alone let you go! "

Yeliang looked at her coldly.

"Have you finished?" She let go of An Yan's hair, and threw the microphone aside.

Don't know what to think.

For a moment, he looked at An Yan expressionlessly, "I'll give it to you once, Miss An, my son is not a bastard, plus you used to do all kinds of tricks behind my back, now apologize to me."

"Ha." An Yan raised his head and shook his messy hair, "Are you scared?"

She stood up, looked at Ye Liang sarcastically, and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, since you know where I used to be, as long as I'm willing to lie down, some people are willing to vent their anger on me, so tonight How you treat me, I will repay you twice in the future."

"If you can't do it for one day, then it will be a month. If you can't do it for a month, then it will be a year. I will do everything I can to make you restless!"

This is the so-called barefoot who is not afraid of wearing shoes. Anyway, she has no one to rely on. If Fan Xiaozheng is gone, what is she afraid of?
What happened to the deadly fight with Yeliang?
Ye Liang looked at her after listening, "Is that what you think?"

She nodded, "Speaking of which, I can't let you go out of Yezhuang tonight, can I?"

This sentence contains a lot of content, but Ye Liang said it lightly.

It was so light that An Yan didn't realize the coldness in her eyes that rarely appeared at the moment.

At some point, Wu Kuo came over and opened the door, and silently led the four waiters out.

There was no surveillance or recording in the room, because Wu Kuo knew her well, and An Yan touched her bottom line.

Usually, Menghui is a stunning and gentle beauty, but she is cold in her bones, even cold-blooded.

Wu Kuo had seen her cold-blooded many years ago, but that time, she was cold-blooded to himself.

This time, it seemed that An Yan hit the muzzle of a gun.

On that floor, the whole floor became quiet, as if there were no guests at all.

After about 10 minutes, the door of the room opened, and Ye Liang came out from inside, her clothes neat and natural.

Then he closed the door casually and went to the office at the end of the corridor.

Wukuo is still there.

I looked at her, "How to deal with those videos and recordings about Song Jianyi?"

She glanced at the time, "When Song Jian wakes up tomorrow, ask her what she thinks, I can't make a decision for her."

Wukuo nodded, "I asked someone to send her upstairs to sleep overnight?"

Ye Liang nodded.

Regarding An Yan, she didn't have any extra instructions, and Wu Kuo didn't ask too much.

It was only the second day that there was some restlessness in the crew.

The supporting actress, An Yan, did not appear for a long time.

The director lost his patience, and directly called An Yan's name with the loudspeaker.

It's winter, and the manager is sweating, "Director, I've been contacting her, but I haven't been able to. Can you shoot her part a little later?"

The director glanced sideways, "Whether you like to shoot or not, I'm used to it! Doesn't she know why the role came from?"

The manager hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"