C40 Orchestra

With Qiao Sheng accompanying her, An Zhimo went to the 4S store to take a look at the cars.

When he saw An Zhimo happily swiping her card to pay, he couldn't help but curl his lips, "Didn't I say that I owed Huo Cheng a lot of money back then?" Now you can actually buy a car at full cost, that's great, foam. "

An Zhimo merely smiled and did not say anything.

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind. "How about you take a look at this car?"

She turned to see a man and a woman walking in.

The man was dressed in a suit and a suit. He looked to be in his fifties with a gentle and refined appearance. The woman's long hair was tied up gracefully.

When An Zhimo and that woman's eyes met, that person hurriedly pulled out of that man's embrace.

An Zhimo sneered as she pulled Qiao Shen out of the shop.

Zhou Yan said to Chu Feng, "Wait here for me."

Then he turned and ran out.

Qiao Sheng received Xiaoxi's call and left first. An Zhimo walked up to the car she had just bought and heard Zhou Yan's voice behind her.

"An Zhimo!" Zhou Yan panted heavily as she stared at An Zhimo.

After straightening his body, he carefully sized up the woman in front of him, "I didn't expect it to really be you. Why haven't we seen each other for so long? You're having a pretty good time. "

"Why?" An Zhimo asked coldly.

Zhou Yan was the third wife of Old Master Zheng, also known as Zheng Si Chen's mother. She looked to be in her thirties even though she was in her fifties.

Back then, when she had been with Zheng Sichen, An Zhimo had thought of countless ways to curry favor with Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan looked at An Zhimo and gave a cold snort, "Who was the man who was with you just now?" "He walked quite fast."

An Zhimo sneered. She still wanted to ask who that man beside her was!

She didn't want to waste time with such a person, so she opened the car door and got in.

"Wait!" Zhou Yan stopped An Zhimo directly. "I'm talking to you?" This is your home tutor? "

An Zhimo frowned, "Auntie, is there anything else?"

"Humph!" Zhou Yan coldly snorted and said, "Let me tell you, the person beside me just now was my friend. It's not that shameful of a relationship. Don't talk so much with others!"

Seeing the flustered look on her face, she said, "Auntie, don't worry. I don't care about the Zheng Family at all."

After saying that, he closed the door and was about to leave.

Hearing her laughter, Zhou Yan felt as if she was being mocked. She was so angry that she wanted to pull open her car door. "Get down, I'm not done yet …"

An Zhimo chose to ignore him and slammed the door shut.

With a "Ah!", Zhou Yan hurriedly retracted her hand. An Zhimo stepped on the throttle and immediately left.

Zhou Yan lowered her head to look at her fingers, which had turned red from being pinched. She was so angry that her face was flushed.

Chu Feng walked to her side and caressed her finger, "What's wrong, darling?"

"I'll go back first." Then, he drove back to the Zheng Family.

Grandpa Zheng was in the living room reading a newspaper when he saw her walk into the room in a fit of anger, "Didn't you just go out for a walk?" So angry? "

Zhou Yan pouted, feeling wronged, and reached out her hand to Old Master Zheng. "Can't you see? "If your hands are already like this, how can you play cards?!"

Old Master Zheng's expression immediately changed when he saw the red and swollen fingers of Zhou Yan. "How did you do that?" Why are your fingers so swollen? Aunt Liu, hurry up and give the medicine to your wife to clean her wound! "

"What medicine is it? Where's Zhang Yu? " Zhou Yan shouted upstairs.

"Why did you call her?" Old Man Zheng was puzzled.

"Why are you looking for her? "Look at what her daughter has done!" As Zhou Yan spoke, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Yu was quickly called downstairs by Aunt Liu.

As soon as he entered the living room, he saw Zhou Yan sitting on the sofa, sobbing. A nearby servant squatted on the floor and helped her wipe the iodine.

Old Master Zheng reprimanded, "Zhang Yu! Call An Zhimo right now! Tell her to come over! "

"What's the matter, Dad? What's the matter?" Zhang Yu frowned.

"Why are you looking for her?" Zhou Yan reached out her hand in front of her eyes, crying even harder, "Quickly, look at what your daughter has done!" Well, do you know if I'm going to go abroad next month for a piano performance? "How am I supposed to get out of here now?!"

Zhang Yu's face immediately turned pale.

Zhou Yan was a pianist, and she attended various concerts every year.

The young miss of the Zhou family was graceful and graceful, but who would have thought that she would be married to the forty-year-old Old Master Zheng at the age of marriage? Furthermore, Zhou Yan was quick to give birth to a son.

Old Master Zheng had doted on this young and beautiful wife to the extreme, and had basically listened to everything she said. Since she was injured right now, Old Man Zheng would definitely not let her off lightly.

"I'll call Zhimo right away and ask her to come over." Zhang Yu immediately took out her phone.

Zhou Yan's expression suddenly changed. "No need!"

That little girl's mouth wouldn't forgive him even if he called her over? He would definitely reveal himself and Chu Feng.

She looked towards Old Man Zheng and snorted, "Hubby, I don't want to see her at all. Every time he saw her, there would always be bad news! Can't you just send her away and let her return to Brook City? "

"It's not like I didn't send you off before, but in the end, I was still able to come back." Old Master Zheng was a bit helpless.

"Then you want to see her bully me? Zheng Weichun, you said you loved me? Now, let them bully me! Now the sage was back. If they get back together, I want to see what you do! "

Old Master Zheng frowned, "Then what should we do?"

"She's not going back? Let Zhang Yu deceive her back. Let her have some men hold her until she marries Miss Huo. " Zhou Yan said.

As soon as An Zhimo returned home, she received a call from Zhang Yu.

"Zhi Mo, are you free these days?" I want to bring you and Little Mo back to Brook City. "

An Zhimo rejected him straightforwardly, "I haven't been having a day lately. Little Mo also has to attend lessons."

Zhang Yu quickly said, "These few days, someone has been looking at your grandma's house and wants to buy it. Since you don't want to go back, then I'll let your uncle Zheng send someone to take a look."

"What do you mean?" An Zhimo frowned. "You want to sell that house?"

"Otherwise?" Zhang Yu said helplessly, "That old house is already empty, why aren't you selling it?"

"No way!" An Zhimo immediately interrupted her. "I don't agree!" I told my grandmother that I would never sell the house. I'll give the house to my aunt. "

"Aunt?" Zhang Yu remained silent for a while before replying, "Stop messing around, Zhi Mo. Your aunt has already left home for twenty years and is still coming back? Besides, Granny was dead. "Don't worry about it …"

"I definitely don't agree to sell this house!" An Zhimo was too lazy to waste words with her, hence she directly told her.

"Good!" "In that case, go and tell the seller yourself." Zhang Yu directly hung up the phone.

Actually, An Zhimo had never seen her before.

She knew, it was just that her grandma was very ill. She held up a small photo and chanted, "Xuan Qiu, Xuan Qiu …"

The woman in the photo was similar to him, which was why she had a special favorable impression of this aunt.

Later, when her grandmother died, she came to Hong Kong to pack up, and found a few pictures of her aunt. The woman in the photo was elegant and delicate. Beside her stood a tall and handsome man. The two of them embraced each other as if they were a passionate couple.

She tucked the pictures of her aunt and grandmother into the closet.

If Aunt came back to Brook one day and didn't have a house, they might never be able to contact her again, so she had to protect the old house herself.

In the Zheng Family's living room, Zhang Yu hung up the phone and hurriedly said to the old man in the middle, "Dad, I've already told Zhimo. She'll probably be back in two days."