Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

Xu Zekai suddenly lost interest and walked to the sofa alone to sit down. The two women also took the initiative to get close to his arms.

Huang Yunlan turned around and stepped forward angrily. The Chanel bag in her hand was directed towards him. Xu Zekai blocked it with his hand, "Don't go crazy here." There was a trace of anger in his voice.

Huang Yunlan really didn't know, what right did he have to be angry with her, "You called me here just to embarrass me and use me as a tool for your entertainment?"

Xu Zekai crossed his legs and put his arms around the beauty beside him, "For fun? I don't mean that. Miss Huang should know that we are all adults, just for fun, and don't take some things seriously."

"You bastard, after all, you just don't want to be responsible for what happened last time. You know it was mine..." She found it difficult to say the next words.

Xu Zekai disagreed: "What is yours? Your first time? I know, so what? Is it possible that I have to take responsibility for the first time of so many women?" He said with a slight smile on his face. : "You are now an adult, Miss Huang. It is time to change your stubborn feudal ideas. This is a matter of your own free will."

Huang Yunlan never knew that the man she had remembered for so many years turned out to be a cynical and romantic bastard.

She was so angry that she stepped forward and slapped him in the face in humiliation, "Xu Zekai, you bastard, you will suffer retribution sooner or later."

Xu Zekai smiled instead of getting angry and said, "I'll lend you your kind words. I'll be waiting."

Seeing her turning away, the man waved at her back.

10:30 in the evening.

On the way to the airport, Zhanyan was suddenly forced to pull over by a red Maserati.

No matter how good your driving skills are, they can't match the speed of a car worth millions.

The black Audi car had a layer of paint scratched on its body, and the marks were obvious.

With the car window half-opened, Zhan Yan stopped the car and calmly lit a cigarette. He saw a young girl wearing a flamboyant outfit get out of another red sports car.

Ying Yueyao shouted to the people in the car, "Get out of the car, I won't let you leave."

"I don't allow you to go to Paris to find Zhuang Mingyue. She is already my eldest brother's fiancée. It is impossible for you to be with her. You should leave me now. I will not let eldest brother know about this."

"If you are very free, why not go home and read more." Zhan Yan exhaled a puff of cigarette irritably. His mature and handsome face did not show much emotion, but his cold voice already showed his impatience.

"Yes, I'm just very idle. Who told me to like you? Otherwise, I would have been full and behaved in front of you again and again." Ying Yueyao knew how to approach him in the past.

These words have not been spoken until now because Ying Yueyao was afraid of saying no from his mouth.

She would rather be misunderstood by others than maintain such a distant relationship.

Even though she approached him intentionally every time and was at a close distance from him, she was sure that he couldn't get rid of her, so she relied on her identity to keep hanging around him.

But when it comes to relationships, no one can say for sure. If you like her, you've fallen in love, and she doesn't want to deceive herself.

Even if her mother disagrees, she will be stuck with this person for the rest of her life.

Zhan Yan has lived for 28 years. Not to mention the suitors, he has been tired of hearing the confessions countless times.

Zhan Yan threw the cigarette butt out of the car window, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and pinched her neck, tightening his grip little by little.

Ying Yueyao felt the anger in his eyes. At this moment, Ying Yueyao really thought that he would kill her with her own hands, but she didn't put up any struggle.

"Think clearly, Zhan is not a gentleman, and I don't like anyone to interfere in my affairs. Next time... I don't know if Miss Ying will survive to see the sun the next day."

The moment Zhan Yan saw that she was about to faint, the strength in his hands relaxed.

"Cough cough cough..." Ying Yueyao covered her chest, took a big breath of air, bent over and kept coughing.

Physiological tears were forced out of the corners of Ying Yueyao's eyes. She looked at the person driving away and her whole body limply fell to the ground.

She gritted her teeth, and even though she endured all the hardships, she still staggered to her feet, got into the car, and quickly chased after him.

But this time, Ying Yueyao lost the pursuit.

She looked at the airport where so many people were coming and going, but she never found him.

At first, Zhuang Mingyue stalked him, but he was not moved. Now that Zhuang Mingyue is the future Mrs. Jiang of the Jiang family, he is pestering her endlessly.

Ying Yueyao seemed to have decided on the banquet. Knowing that his goal was Zhuang Mingyue, she hurriedly booked a flight to Paris.

As everyone knows, all of this is within the banquet's plan.

Zhanyan, who had already returned the same way, received a call from Qi Cheng within 15 minutes.

Qi Cheng: "Ying Yueyao has already bought a ticket to Paris. The transfer time will take twelve hours."

Zhan Yan: "I understand."

Since Zhan Yan stepped down as the president of Weilan, Ying Yueyao would appear in front of Zhan Yan whenever she had the opportunity, and she would follow Zhan Yan almost all day long.

Zhuang Haisheng asked him to come back and live completely. When Zhanyan returned to Nanyuan Villa, it was already 11:30 in the night.

Jiang Man seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

The car keys in his hand were thrown to the entrance.

Jiang Man ate the sour plums in his hand, which were fresh plums that Zhuang Haisheng had specially flown back from overseas, while watching the boring prenatal education disc.

"There are still a few months before this child can no longer be beaten. Even if I am just a tool to avenge you, it has been long enough. Zhuang Haisheng will prepare a press conference tomorrow to announce your identity and let you take the throne of Zhuang's eldest son. Identity, I think... when the time comes, you don’t want her to know about your relationship.”

Zhan Yan: "Are you so impatient?"

"I swore that I would make life worse than death for all people named Zhuang!" When Jiang Man turned around, he dragged his heavy pregnant belly with his hand. Seeing Zhan Yan's original hatred disappear, he smiled, "Of course. except you."

"Zhuang Mingyue...I'm afraid I won't be needed to clean it up." She stepped forward and buttoned Zhanyan's black shirt, her eyes as charming as silk, "We have been working together for so many years, and no one knows you better than me. You want to inherit his family property?" , why not...come with me and let me be your woman. This is the biggest punishment for him. Even if we don't need to do anything, he will vomit blood and die if he is a little provoked. Firstly...it saves us from doing anything, and secondly, there is no need for us to do anything. People found out about us.”

Zhan Yan narrowed his dangerous eyes and pinched the back of her neck with his skillful hand. Jiang Man raised his head in pain and met his gaze, "The ideas and thoughts are indeed good. If something happens to Zhuang Haisheng, she herself She will come back and save me from wasting energy looking for her."

"But...how do you know that I won't do anything to you after Zhuang Hai is dead?"

"After all, there are some things that only the dead can keep secret."