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So, no matter what, she would not abandon the rented room.

Therefore, An Qian smiled and shook his head, saying, "No need, I'll go speak with Second Young Master in a while. After all, he promised me that he would let me keep the job I like, so if it's necessary, it wouldn't be too much for me to go back, right? "

"This …" A hint of awkwardness flashed across Chen Yinwen's face, but he still nodded his head. He reminded him in a friendly manner, "You'd better discuss it with Second Young Master personally."

An Qian nodded.

After Chen Yi Wen left, An Qian rested for a while in her room. About half an hour later, the servant knocked on the door. He said that the eldest young master had taken a bath and wanted her to come over.

An Shuang suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. If he called her at this time, was he supposed to ask her to coax him to sleep?

Recalling that man's warning, not only did he hug her, he even hugged, touched, and kissed her … A fool had kissed him personally. What if he had some sort of violent tendencies, or a habit of abusing others? This …

An Shuang's skin, which was exposed to the air, suddenly rose. Standing outside the door of the room, she was so cold that her entire body was trembling.

"Yay, here comes the beautiful woman."

Seeing that An Qian had arrived, Mo Yefeng, who was wearing a simple nightgown, quickly got up from the bed and ran over, affectionately holding her hand.

It wasn't until the moment he grabbed her hand that she realized her hand was cold and her palms wet.

The foolish brother pulled her to the sofa in the room and sat her down. Then, he skipped to the side.

Ann was as shallow as a needle on a seat.

What did he want? What was he trying to do?

Why on the sofa, not the bed? Could it be that this fool knew some other tricks?

He remembered when he first saw him, he excitedly said, "I have a wife again."

The word 'again' meant that he wasn't his first wife. What about the other wives? He had been beaten to death, or … The more Ann thought about it, the more she panicked. The more she panicked, the more afraid she became.

She had thought that he was harmless when he smiled. She had simply been blind.

What should he do? Flee? She looked out.

In the huge villa, there were cameras in every corner. This was to say, as long as she stepped out of the villa, her every action would be under the master's watchful eye.

The chances of escaping were practically zero. Not to mention the bodyguards at each entrance.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang …"

Suddenly, Mo Yefeng jumped in front of An Qian with a bunch of toys in his arms.

An Shuang was frightened to the core.

"Haha!" Beautiful women, look, these are my treasures. "

An Qian looked at the pile of male toys in her foolish brother's arms, and the corner of her mouth twitched. "You called me over to play with these toys with you?"

Could it be that he had misunderstood?

"Nope!" Mo Yefeng shook his head.

An Qian's heart was once again lifted into her throat. That terrifying feeling once again climbed up his forehead.

She looked at the black night wind in horror, her voice somewhat trembling. "You … What are you trying to do? "

"Humph!" Mo Yefeng coldly snorted and said, "Do you think I have already forgiven you? No! Now, I want to punish you! "