After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

Jiang Yi'an's cold attitude made Mo Beixiao couldn't help but frown.

He walked to the side, elegantly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, then leaned against a pillar beside him, with a faint look in his eyes: "Are you angry with me?"

Jiang Yian sneered: "Who am I? How dare I be angry with Mr. Mo?"

Mi Xiaobei is right.

For Mo Beixiao, in his eyes, she, the wife who entered into a marriage agreement, was no different from the employees and subordinates who had signed an agreement with the Mo Group.

She couldn't have any expectations for Mo Beixiao, or have any feelings beyond the agreed relationship.

Mo Beixiao ignored her weirdness: "Do you know what grandpa said to me when he left me behind just now?"

Jiang Yi'an flattened his lips, turned around and sat on a chair nearby, twiddling his slender fingers nonchalantly: "What did you say?"

"Grandpa said, I can't treat one favorably. I only care about Hanshuang's kindness to our Mo family and my feelings for Hanshuang, while ignoring you as my wife."

The man took a drag on the cigarette and looked at Jiang Yi'an's face through the swirling smoke with his hawk-like eyes: "I admit that my maintenance of Hanshuang is very unfair to you."

Jiang Yian paused slightly while fiddling with his fingers, and felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart.

After a moment, she suppressed her emotions and continued to fiddle with her fingers and said calmly: "So you also know that it's unfair to me."

After saying that, she smiled bitterly as if she had thought of something: "That's not right either."

"If Grandpa Mo hadn't reminded him, Mr. Mo might never have thought of this, right?"

Mo Beixiao frowned, his voice as serious as his eyes: "I always knew."

Jiang Yi'an's hand movements paused again.

The sourness in my heart became even stronger.

Even the eye sockets and the tip of the nose were a little sore.

She took a breath and turned away: "Really?"

"I thought Mr. Mo would always only have Miss Qin in his eyes and would not notice me at all."

"Jiang Yi'an."

Mo Beixiao frowned and looked at Jiang Yi'an with his back turned to him: "I know that my maintenance of Han Shuang today made you feel uncomfortable and unfair."

"But you also saw the previous scene."

"You, Gu Qingze, grandpa, and Xiaozhou."

"All of you are targeting Hanshuang and standing against her."

"As her boyfriend, it is impossible for me to follow you to embarrass her when there is insufficient evidence."

The man's words made Jiang Yi'an feel ridiculous.

She suppressed all the emotions in her heart, raised her eyes and sneered at the arrogant man in front of her: "Why are all of us standing on the opposite side of Qin Hanshuang and targeting her?"

"Is it because we are making trouble unreasonably?"

She bit her lip and her voice was filled with tears uncontrollably: "Mo Beixiao, you and Qin Hanshuang have been together for five years. You should know better than anyone who is the master between Qin Hanshuang and her agent. , who is in the dominant position."

"What Qin Hanshuang did in the past, did she listen to her agent, Sister Chen, or did Sister Chen listen to her?"

"Sister Chen, who usually obeys Qin Hanshuang's advice, suddenly takes matters into her own hands, without telling Qin Hanshuang, and wants to drug me to kill me, who has no grievance against Sister Chen. What are the chances of this?"

"Do you know I almost died?"

"If you hadn't arrived in time a week ago, and if I hadn't been prepared today, how many times would I have met the King of Hell?"

"Haiyu Island is the first island I have visited in my life. It is my first time to go to the beach. You can see how excited I was when I came."

"Why do I still hide in the hospital every day after I've recovered even though I've recovered?"

She stood up, turned her head and stared at Mo Beixiao, her eyes filled with grievance and anger: "Because I'm afraid of death!"

"I'm afraid that when I don't know something, I will be plotted by your Miss Qin again, and I will have to give myself here again!"

"I almost died!"

"I want to punish everyone who framed me. Is it wrong?"

"You only care about your Miss Qin. You only think that she will not do such a thing, but you have never cared about me!"

"My life is not important to you at all, and you still care about whether I am angry with you. Don't you think you are funny?"

When he said the last word, Jiang Yi'an shed tears completely uncontrollably.

After the emotions that had been suppressed suddenly found a breakthrough, the tears were like a flood that burst the embankment and could not be stopped no matter what.

She reached out her hand to wipe the tears from her face, trying to say something forcefully, but she couldn't say a word.

Jiang Yi'an himself didn't know what he was feeling sad about.

Mingming had known for a long time that Mo Beixiao only cared about Qin Hanshuang and not about her.

It was obvious that she had no expectations for Mo Beixiao as a man. He was just the person she agreed to marry.

Obviously he is just the uncle of Hanghang and Mianmian.

But I still couldn't help feeling sad and aggrieved.

The more the woman cries, the fiercer she becomes, and the louder she cries.

People around them kept looking in their direction.

Mo Beixiao sighed, pushed the cigarette butt into the trash can, walked to her and patted her shoulder gently: "Jiang Yi'an."

His deep voice was hoarse and his tone was solemn: "I'm sorry."

Everything she said was right.

He couldn't blindly protect Qin Hanshuang and let her be wronged just because there were many people protecting her and everyone was on her side.

"Do not touch me!"

Jiang Yi'an sniffed and shook his hand away: "I don't need your apology, you should go and protect Miss Qin!"

After saying that, the woman raised her hand, wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, turned around and strode towards the entrance of the amusement park.

Looking at her pretending to be strong, Mo Beixiao's lips pursed into a thin line silently.

Before her eyes, she looked vulnerable when she was drunk on the cruise ship last night.

She hugged him and said she was afraid of death and wanted him to protect her.

He agreed with a smile at that time.

Although she was drunk at that time, she was smiling when she heard his answer, and it was obvious that she was very happy.

However, the man who promised to protect her yesterday let her down today.

Watching her walking further and further away, Mo Beixiao suddenly felt as if a piece was missing in his heart, and he felt dull and uncomfortable.

"Didi——!"

At this time, a huge car horn sounded in the distance.

The man quickly raised his head and looked over.

It was Jiang Yian who walked to the main road while crying in despair.

And that beeping sound was the warning siren of a large truck in the distance!

But she didn't seem to hear him at all. She was immersed in her own grievances and sadness, and was still walking towards the main road.

Without having time to think about it, Mo Beixiao rushed over and pulled Jiang Yian back, who was walking on the road, and held him tightly in his arms.

The big truck roared past them, and the hot wind blew Jiang Yi'an's long hair.

When the car passed by, Jiang Yi'an came to his senses in a daze and found that he was being held in Mo Beixiao's arms.

She was stunned for a while before she understood what was happening.

"Thank you."

She pursed her lips and subconsciously wanted to struggle out of his arms, but Mo Beixiao frowned, held her back firmly, and hugged her tightly, with anger in his voice. : "Jiang Yi'an."

"Do you know, if I hadn't pulled you back in time, what would have been the consequences for you?"

The man lowered his eyes, his falcon eyes staring sharply at her face, as if staring a hole into her whole body: "Didn't you say you were afraid of death?"

"Do you know what you were doing just now?"

"You're kidding yourself with your life!"

The anger in Mo Beixiao's voice made Jiang Yian stunned for a moment.

She pursed her lips and raised her eyes to meet the man's angry eyes: "Does it matter to you whether I live or die?"