99 degrees of favor

Chapter 902 Bite whoever you catch, why don't you call him a paparazzi?

"Mr. An! For the sake of the child, will you visit her in the hospital?"

"Mr. An, express your opinion! Is this child allowed to be born? I heard that Ms. Ou has been raising a baby. Will you have the custody of this child in the future? Or will you raise it together?"

"I won't raise this child together!" An Xin's cold eyes glanced at the reporter. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, he repeated again, "I won't raise this child! It's her business whether to have it or not! From then on Don't mention her in front of me in the future!" After speaking, he waved away the reporters blocking the way, opened the door and got into the car.

In the next second, start the car and drive away!

An Xin's attitude stunned the well-informed reporters. How could Mr. An, who has always been polite, elegant and gentle, be such a cold-blooded and ruthless person! ! !

Half an hour later, the news about Anxin's cold-blooded and heartless abandonment of his wife and son was flying all over the sky again!

This incident caused quite a stir among the people who eat melons in Jiangcheng.

Hanlong City, a certain villa.

Xiang Tianluo flipped through a thick stack of newspapers about Anxin casually, his lips curled up slightly, and he took a sip of the fine wine in his glass.

When the phone rang, he slid over the answer button, and asked with deep eyebrows, "How is it going? Is everything arranged?"

I don't know what the person on the other end of the phone said to him, Xiang Tianluo frowned slightly, "In short, help me track her, and notify me as soon as you have a chance to act."

In the first hospital.

A VIP high-care ward.

Diya was sitting on the edge of the bed holding a bowl of chicken soup that had absorbed oil, scooped some up with a spoon and blew it a few times, then handed it to her daughter's lips, "Mengru, luckily there is no danger, hurry up and drink some soup Make up for it."

"Mom, I want to be discharged from the hospital." Ou Mengru murmured, her face was a little pale, and her hands lightly rested on her swollen belly.

Diya fed her soup and said, "It depends on the doctor's arrangement. No matter where you are, don't think too much, just get more rest."

"I don't want to stay here."

"Mengru, drink the chicken soup first."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Ouyi put one hand in his trouser pocket and swiped his phone with the other. Seeing the overwhelming news about his sister and An Xin, he frowned.

Sina Weibo has been dominated by this incident.

Settle down in the villa.

An Zhenyang got off work early. He drank Earl Gray tea and sat on the sofa in the living room. He picked up the newspaper and saw that the date was still yesterday. He couldn't help but frowned and asked coldly, "Sister Li! Didn't you bring in today's newspaper?"

"Sir, I'll get it right away."

"Pay attention to the financial newspaper!"

"Okay, sir."

When Mrs. Li came in holding the newspaper, she didn't look very well. Why did the young master make the headlines again?And this report is extremely unfavorable to him.

Public opinion overwhelmingly accused the young master of being unkind, cold-blooded, and abandoning his wife and son.

When An Zhenyang saw the news, there was no unnecessary expression on his wrinkled face, but he was shocked in his heart. He scanned each one calmly, and finally kept only one financial report, and put the rest The newspaper was pushed to Aunt Li who was at the side, "Throw it all away!"

"Yes, sir." Aunt Li turned and left, sometimes this gentleman really couldn't figure out what he was thinking.Is he angry, or not angry?

Royal One, in a luxurious private room.

An Xin and Hua Zi were sitting across the tea table, they were sitting on the sofa chair, and they were holding a bottle of whiskey in each hand.

"Hey, don't think too much." The corners of Huazi's lips curled slightly, "That's the way people eat melons. Nowadays, even reporters don't have any brains. When the wind turns into rain, they bite whoever catches them. Why don't they call them paparazzi? ?”

An Xin didn't speak, he frowned, feeling a little heavy.

In the end, he raised his head and took a sip of wine down his throat. The wine stains overflowed from the corners of his lips, soaking his blue expensive shirt.

(End of this chapter)