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Huo Lianqing put on her shoes, picked up her purse, and stood at the entrance with a strange smile on her face.

"I'm leaving."

An Bowen smiled and nodded. Huo Lianqing pushed the door open and walked out flirtatiously without even looking back. He thought he was playing a game of capturing his friends, but she actually left. To think that he would dare to play with her like this. In front of a woman, he had never lost control of himself before, but today, he had lost control of himself because of that woman.

Suddenly, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. However, it slowly turned gloomy and cold. However, he always felt that there was something special about this woman that was affecting his nerves. As long as he was in front of her, he would lose his mind.

In front of a woman, Umbo had never lost control of himself. His slender fingers lifted the goblet on the table and slowly swiveled it under the sunlight. The sun shone faintly through the glass, and Umbo's eyes narrowed, as if her breath were still on the glass. The clear and refreshing fragrance made his heart tremble, and then he suddenly felt enlightened.

"As he was deep in thought, a knock came from the door." "Mr. An, your guest has arrived."

"That's right." Only then did Umbo stop his thoughts and rub his temples with his hands. "Okay, invite him in."

Mr. Nepal is a partner of the Ann Arena Group in the United States, so naturally, Mr. Nepal is the reason why Mr. Ambrose is here to deal with the company. Originally, they wanted to ask him out for a meal, but there was a business gathering tonight, so they came here in advance to discuss business matters. It was also for the sake of peace and quiet.

"Hello, Mr. Nepal." An Bowen greeted him in fluent Chinese. His well-ironed suit made him look like a striking Oriental beauty while taking advantage of his tall stature.

Looking at this tall and handsome man from the East, Nepal felt an interesting emotion. He was already over 40 years old before he was able to reach his current level. As for him, he seemed to be on par with the entire world. Just as he had taken over the An clan, he had become extremely popular. Although he relied on his father's wealth, being able to become a renowned property tycoon at his age was indeed something to be amazed about.

Mr. Nepal had always admired Mr. Ambowen and had always had a good impression of him. In addition to his business dealings with the company, the two of them had a good relationship in private.

"Who's Mr. An's date tonight?" Nepal and Ambowen teased him after a little business talk. Because Nepal also understood Ambowen's private life, the women around him were like dazzling jewels, full of beauty and envy.

"I didn't bring a girlfriend this time." With a mischievous smile, Umbo stretched out his hand to pick up the delicate cigarette case and took out a cigar, lighting it.

Smoke slowly enveloped his face. Nepal was somewhat puzzled as he felt that there was something abnormal about today's Umbo. An Bowen sat there, her face full of pity and tenderness appearing and disappearing from his mind from time to time. That charming face with a mysterious color was actually still lingering in his mind. What confused him was that she left just like that. He thought that there wouldn't be many girls that could resist his temptations, but today, he was completely bewitched by her.

"Just now, when I came up, I saw a beautiful lady. She seemed to be Chinese as well."

"New York is a place full of adventures!" Ambovin said, dusting his cigar in the crystal ashtray, and then he laughed. Leaning on the back of the sofa, he looked very unrestrained, but there was a trace of undetectable loneliness hidden behind his expression.

Huo Lianqing left the Hilton Hotel and returned to her own hotel. As soon as he entered the room, he threw his bag on the bed. He took off his long red skirt and entered the bathroom. He took up the bath fluid and smeared it all over his body. Picking up the flowers to wash away the foam on his body, his snow-white and slightly reddish skin appeared. On his snow-white wrist was a red scar, which looked strange and sinister.

"An Bowen …" Huo Lianqing kept chanting the name nonstop. Ren Hua was on her body and her skin was slowly turning red. It was as if she was a completely unconscious person.

After staying in New York for a few days, he flew back to Shanghai. It was already too late to leave the airport. Other than the bodyguards behind him, there were no other escorts. A bodyguard dragged the luggage for him. No one came to pick him up, because he had never liked it. He had a very strange temperament and didn't like to be surrounded by people on his left or right. He only liked to be alone.

After leaving the airport, he went straight to his private residence. He had many houses in Shanghai and often stayed in the luxurious villa on Fenden Road. Every time he came back, he would go there, so after he got on the car, the driver didn't ask him where he was going and just drove straight to Fenden Road.

An Bowen leaned his head against the back seat, his handsome face expressionless. His eyes carelessly looked out of the window, then he suddenly frowned.

"If you don't go there, go straight to the apartment." He tapped the back of the chauffeur's desk and chair. There was an interesting languor in his voice. The driver froze for a moment before he turned around. This apartment of his was not large, but it was very comfortable inside. Usually, he would sleep here when he was having a late social meeting.

Aunt Wu was tidying up the living room when she heard the door open outside. She quickly ran to the hallway to prepare Amber's slippers.

"Sir, you're back." Sis Wu had already been here for five years. In fact, she only stayed here for one or two months a year. However, Sis Wu had been taking care of this apartment for a long time, cleaning it every day without a speck of dust.

"Yes, prepare dinner for me." He put on his slippers and walked into his bedroom without even glancing at his wife. Sister-in-law Wu was stunned for a moment. Normally, Ambrose would be kind and respectful to her, because she had always known about his preferences and would never do anything wrong. However, he didn't know why, but it seemed that since he had just returned, he was unhappy. Normally, he wouldn't stay at home to eat. Even though Sis Wu had prepared breakfast, he only had a glass of milk. What was going on today?

After Umbo's bath, he sat on the sofa in the living room. Aunt Wu helped him brew a pot of tea. He sat there and drank it slowly. The fragrance of the tea lingered around him. Closing his eyes, he suddenly thought of Huo Lianqing's face. Damn it! How could he not forget about her? He felt a stifling sensation in his chest. Initially, he had intended to stay here peacefully for the night. It seemed that it would be better for him to go out and take a breather.

"Sister Wu was in the middle of preparing dinner when she saw An Bowen leave with his coat." Sir, you haven't had dinner yet. "

"Eat it yourself!" With these words, Ann Bowen left the apartment. Sister-in-law Wu stood there gaping for a long time.

The wind in his ears was stiff, and his face hurt as he drove along the road in a yellow Lamborghini. An Bowen was wearing sunglasses, and most of his facial expression was hidden away. It was the peak hours for him to get off work, but he actually drove so fast.