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Zhou Sihao was not angry, but chuckled: "I didn't make a decision for you, I just forced Shen Ennan. If she is still as vain as she was seven years ago, you should wake up."

Fu Qianbei raised his head and looked at the man in the driver's seat coldly.

The phone in his pocket vibrated. It was the reminder ringtone he was particularly concerned about in his list.

Shen Ennan: "No matter what happens, I will never leave you. If you lose the election as CEO of Ruisheng Group in six months, I am willing to accompany you to make a comeback, and I can also write a script to support you!"

After seeing the news, Fu Qianbei's cold feeling faded a bit. He knew that Shen Ennan had a script to prepare for a movie.

Fu Qianbei raised his head and looked at Zhou Sihao in the driver's seat: "I won't do this next time."

Zhou Sihao raised his eyebrows: "Feeling distressed?"

Fu Qianbei did not deny it, "Yes."

Zhou Sihao frowned and sneered: "I didn't approve of you getting the certificate from her in the first place. I told you that you would lose. But just now, you have lost completely. What sin did you commit in your last life?"

The phone in his palm vibrated again. Fu Qianbei ignored him and looked down at the message sent by Shen Ennan: "If you don't come back, I'll talk to my mother when I get home in the afternoon."

Seeing that she was going back to find Zhang Lan, the man's eyes still flashed nervously, and he tapped one word with his fingertips to reply: "Yes."

Shen Ennan: "I will go home tonight."

Fu Qianbei: "If you dare to run away, I will catch you from the end of the world."

Shen Ennan: "If you catch me, will you be beaten?"

Fu Qianbei: "Yes, I will lock you in a small room, tie your hands and feet, and beat you three times a day/black face."

Shen Ennan: "You are so cruel..."

Fu Qianbei curled his lips: "If you are good, I won't be cruel."

The two of them didn't chat for a few words when Fu Qianbei's cell phone was busy. It was some official business.
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In the afternoon, Shen Ennan returned to Shen's house.

I took out the key from my bag, but it couldn't open the door.

The neighbor opened the door opposite and came out with a large bag of black garbage. He bumped into Shen Ennan, who looked depressed.

"Ennan, aren't you going to work today?"

Shen Ennan smiled coquettishly and said, "I asked for leave this afternoon."

The neighbor yelled, seeing her holding the key in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "You have moved in with your husband now, didn't your mother tell you? Yesterday afternoon she asked someone to change the locks, and said that the key to her home was lost."

Shen Ennan thanked him, and after the neighbor closed the door, he called Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan blocked her phone number and WeChat account.

Shen Ennan's mood was low again. Thinking of Zhang Lan's harsh words in the hospital yesterday morning, her eyes felt a little sour. She patted the door: "Mom, open the door!"

Half an hour later, Shen Ennan's palms were numb, his throat was a little smokey, and there was no movement in the room.

"Mom, if you're at home, just talk and don't ignore me, okay?" Shen Ennan became nervous, her hoarse voice trembling.

She wondered if Zhang Lan had an accident at home alone.

As soon as the idea came to him, Shen Ennan couldn't wait any longer. He was about to ask his neighbor for the phone number of the lock changer when he heard a clear sound of the door lock rotating.

"Mom!" Shen Ennan breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door to enter the house, but Zhang Lan blocked the door, looking at her with disappointed and indifferent eyes.

"Don't call me mom!"

Shen Ennan felt a sense of grievance in her heart, her eyes were hot, and she pushed the door open to enter the house, "Mom, let me in, let's have a good chat, okay?"

Zhang Lan was weak, but stubbornly blocked the door and said coldly: "If you don't want a divorce, don't recognize me as your mother! Fu Qianbei has made the Shen family like this, and you still want to be with him, I will treat you as if you are gone This daughter!" Shen Ennan did not dare to push the door too hard, tears of grievance fell down, "Mom, don't be like this, I will always be your daughter, let's talk about it, okay?"

Why must we choose? Why can't we accept Fu Qianbei?

"Mom, I really love Fu Qianbei and I don't want to be separated from him."

Inside the door, Zhang Lan looked at his daughter's sad and tearful look, and his heart ached. But when he heard her crying and saying that she still loved Fu Qianbei, his face darkened, and his tone was disappointed and hateful, "You love him! You Do you know that if it hadn’t been for him, your father would not have disappeared, and our mother and daughter would not have ended up in this situation!”

"He is with you now just to take revenge on you and the Shen family!"

Shen Ennan immediately explained, "That's not the case. Dad's disappearance has nothing to do with Fu Qianbei..."

"That's enough! I don't want to hear you mention him!" Zhang Lan's weak voice became louder, interrupting her, "I'll give you another week to think about it. After one week, I will move from Beicheng to Fu Qian The Northern Powers can’t reach places.”

Shen Ennan shook his head anxiously, "What about your illness?"

The hospital where Zhang Lan is being treated now is the one with the best results.

"If you are with Fu Qianbei, you will make me mad to death." Zhang Lan sarcastically said, softening his tone, "If you can't let me go, then get the divorce certificate and leave with me. If you can't let Fu Qianbei go, Qianbei, then I will leave by myself."

After Zhang Lan finished speaking, he took a deep look at Shen Ennan and slammed the door.

After that, no matter how many times Shen Ennan knocked on the door, she stopped paying attention.

In the room, Zhang Lan closed his eyes uneasily, with many memories from seven years ago in his mind.

She did nothing wrong, she just wanted her daughter to have a more stable and better life instead of being with a man who hides hatred.

High-end business club.

Fu Qianbei ended today's social activities at nine o'clock in the evening.

While waiting for the driver to come over, Bai Jiawen passed by him, with a hint of thorns and roses in her wine breath.

"Mr. Fu drank too much, do you need a lift from me?"

As soon as Bai Jiawen finished speaking, she saw a white Maybach parked at the bottom of the steps.The driver's door opened, and what came out was not the driver, but the leading idol singer in the Chinese music scene today.

Fu Qianbei's thin lips pursed a smile, his eyes swept across He Cong's complex black eyes, and landed on Bai Jiawen's somewhat heroic face, "Mr. Bai is kind, my driver will be here soon."

Bai Jiawen smiled and didn't force anything.

When He Cong held her hand, there was a hint of drunkenness in his eyebrows, and she let him help her get into the passenger seat.

As soon as the white Maybach left, Fu Qianbei's car stopped at the foot of the steps.

The driver got out of the car and opened the back seat door respectfully.

"Mr. Fu, are you going back to Shaohua Mansion?"

In the back seat, Fu Qianbei pinched his sore eyebrows and took out his cell phone from his pocket before responding to the driver.

Then, he said an address coolly.

The night breeze was blowing softly, and the Rolls-Royce was driving in the driveway. Fu Qianbei tilted his head and looked at the various colorful city lights indifferently. The clothing advertisements on the building gradually put on winter clothes.

The early winter in Beicheng is extremely cold, and the weather forecast says that next Monday there may be the first snowfall of the year.

Three years ago in the early snow, he went to Pudu Temple piously and asked for the agarwood beads on his wrist to ward off evil spirits and put him to sleep...

Shen Ennan's face turned pale from the cold in the corridor, and he squatted huddled at the door, rubbing his hands with red fingertips in an attempt to generate heat through friction.

A pair of Italian leather shoes appeared in front of her. As soon as she raised her face, her cold hand was wrapped in a gentle palm.