Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 120 An Obtrusive Existence

"October Siege" buffet restaurant.

In the restaurant, a third of the space is separated near the wall, and a dozen tables are arranged together.

In the atmosphere with a strong smell of fireworks, it was eerily quiet over there.

There were about 30 people at a long table filled with all kinds of delicious food, but no one dared to touch it.

As today's host, An Yan felt that if she didn't come out and say a few words, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to finish the farewell banquet until tomorrow.

She deliberately ignored the sullen man next to her and raised the wine glass in her hand: "Thank you to all my colleagues for always supporting my work. Thank you to each of you for your hard work. I wish you all a bright future!"

After her words fell, everyone present was embarrassed to remain silent.

However, due to the big boss's presence, they still couldn't let go.

An Yan glanced at the person next to her.

Although Zhan Mochen was busy, he sat still and had no intention of expressing himself at all.

Is this making it clear that she will not be able to step down?

Isn't it just that you didn't invite him to dinner alone? Why do you care so much?
An Yan laughed in her heart, and without any intention of being polite to Zhan Mochen, she suddenly raised her foot and stepped on the black leather shoes next to her.

"Well..." The man groaned.

Colleagues who were nearby looked over in surprise.

There was nothing unusual on An Yan's face, and she held the wine glass steadily in her hand.

Zhan Mochenjun's face sank slightly, and he secretly grinded his back molars.

This woman really dares to step on it!

He glanced at An Yan with his dark eyes, and raised the wine glass in his hand.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere was strange, but no one dared to say a word, and they all raised their glasses.

"Thank you, Mr. Zhan!"

"Thank you, Director An!"

"Director An is so polite!"

The meal was eaten reluctantly, lukewarm.

After finally finishing the meal, a colleague who was not afraid of death took the risk and suggested: "How about singing?"

Hearing this, Zhan Mochenjun's face became even darker.

In good times and beautiful scenery, he prefers to be alone with the woman he loves.

What's the point of being followed by a bunch of light bulbs?

What he didn't know was that he didn't have a share in the dinner. An Yan asked Li Qiao to book a seat to treat department colleagues to dinner, but she had no intention of inviting him.

He was just here to eat and drink.

An Yan actually didn't want to sing. She wanted to go home and spend time with her children.

"Director An, you've invited us to dinner, so it's only right that we invite you to sing."

"Yeah, besides, I don't know when we will get together again in the future. Let's just have fun together. Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend and we don't have to work."

"Yes, yes, let's go together."

Of course no one dared to invite Zhan Mochen.

In fact, what they were thinking was that as the big boss of the company, Zhan Mochen was busy with everything and had a cold and dignified personality. He would not go to a karaoke with them either emotionally or rationally.

Half an hour later, there was a large KTV box.

The private room that should have been bustling with activity was now eerily quiet.

I don’t dare to order food, I don’t dare to order songs at random, and I don’t dare to punch and drink...

The culprit who caused all this was leaning back on the sofa with his eyelids slightly lowered.

They are crazy to want to come to KTV to sing with the big boss!

An Yan looked at her colleagues who were sitting around like quails, and then at Zhan Mochen, who was resting with his eyes closed.

She sighed secretly.

I really don’t understand why this man insists on following me here. It’s not sleeping anywhere, so he has to run away to doze off?
An Yan couldn't bear it after receiving the help-seeking looks from a group of people, so she moved closer to Zhan Mochen.

"Um, are you sleepy?" An Yan asked gently.

Her eyes fell on the man's long, curled eyelashes.Thick and long!
Mascara, this is it.

The man lightly raised his eyelids and looked at her with clear eyes.

Sleepy?nonexistent.

An Yan: ...

If you don't feel sleepy, why should you close your eyes?Isn't this intentionally misleading?She couldn't continue talking about the manuscript she had written.

"Why don't you... request a song?" An Yan said casually.

Seeing that Zhan Mochen's handsome face was calm and motionless, she became curious.

I don’t know what it’s like for Zhan Mochen to sing, so I’m looking forward to it.

Zhan Mochen originally didn't want to come to a place like this because it was too noisy, but when An Yan was coming, he followed him.

Who knew it would be as boring as imagined. If I had known it, I would have pulled An Yan to prevent her from coming over.

"You want to hear me sing?" Zhan Mochen's deep eyes fell on the little woman's face.

"Yes, you go ahead and sing. I'll help you. Which song do you like to sing?" An Yan became excited.

Zhan Mochen looked at her deeply, and a scene emerged in his mind.

He sang attentively on the stage, while the little woman looked at him affectionately with her crimson face in the audience, and bursts of excited screams came out from her little mouth from time to time...

It was a scene when a certain big star was giving a concert, and he was automatically brought into it, thinking too much.

Zhan Mochen looked away expressionlessly, and uttered two words with his thin lips: "No!"

An Yan's face darkened visibly, but she was still a little unwilling to give up: "You really can't?"

Zhan Mochen was speechless.

He has never listened to a song seriously in his life, how could he, he is not a musical genius!

Too lazy to talk nonsense to her, Zhan Mochen stood up directly: "I'm going out for a while."

In fact, it was the phone in his pocket that rang. Normally at this time, Ding Hao would not call him if nothing happened.

As soon as Zhan Mochen walked out of the box, the atmosphere inside instantly became warm.

Colleagues crowded over and asked An Yan to request a song first with a smile.

Some people started drinking and boxing for fun.

The atmosphere in the room reached its peak in a short while.

Outside the box, Zhan Mochen finished answering the phone but did not go in immediately.

As soon as he stepped forward, he heard their impatient cheers behind him.

It seems that his presence is indeed not very pleasing.

Zhan Mochen blew the cold wind outside for a while, thinking that it was getting late, and planned to ask An Yan to go home with him.

When passing a private room, he glanced at it inadvertently and suddenly his eyes froze.

There were several men sitting around in the box. One of them, a man in a black trench coat, was sitting facing the door, his profile mostly obscured by the people next to him.

Zhan Mochen narrowed his eyes.

He didn't go in and took out his cell phone with one hand.

He stood at the door of the box, his eyes fell lightly on the man, and he dialed a phone number.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

The man in the box didn't make any extra moves and was still chatting and laughing with the people around him.

Zhan Mochen put his phone in his pocket and walked over without staying any longer.

He walked to An Yan's box and opened the door directly.

The box was buzzing with excitement.

Drinking, guessing, singing and dancing.

After searching for a while, he accurately captured the figure of the little woman.

only……

Zhan Mochen's eyes tightened and he stared at the dirty hand on An Yan's shoulder for a moment.

(End of this chapter)