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

Chapter 130 Photo Storm
As soon as An Yan arrived at the door, a noisy heat wave came overwhelmingly. When she looked up, she saw a noisy crowd crowded together and dancing coquettishly.

She frowned.

Ye Huan didn't know why he was so crazy that he actually invited her here.

"An Yan, here, here!" Ye Huan waved his hands desperately.

An Yan pursed her lips and endured the discomfort as she walked inside.

When she arrived in front of Ye Huan, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"What are you dressing up like?" An Yan asked angrily.

Ye Huan had her hair slicked back and was wearing a floral shirt and white slacks, which looked really weird.

"Handsome or not?" Ye Huan didn't know himself, so he winked at An Yan.

"Handsome...Pfft!" An Yan couldn't help but laugh.

"Why are you laughing? I am Chow Yun-fat tonight!" Ye Huan deliberately touched the top of his head with a cynical look on his face.

An Yan could only wish that he would not be killed by those strange eyes.

"Come, let me introduce you to my friends." Ye Huan pulled An Yan forward.

Arriving at the table near the back, Ye Huan stopped.

There were six or seven men and women sitting around the table, all dressed in fashionable clothes, and some even had hair dyed in dazzling colors.

An Yan felt countless eyes falling on her.

She wore a pinch-waist beige dress today. The smooth fabric highlighted her curvy figure, and the beige color made her jade-like skin even more shiny and charming.

These looks were either stunning or curious, but An Yan didn't care. She calmly walked to the chair that Ye Huan pulled out and sat down.

"Mr. An, what would you like to drink?" Ye Huan asked with a smile.

An Yan glanced at him lightly: "These two words are really awkward coming from your mouth."

Ye Huan blinked at her deliberately: "Mr. An, I just want to take the opportunity to please you, just in case I need your help one day, right..."

An Yan: ...

Ye Huan's greasy face made her just want to leave as soon as possible. She was afraid of getting needle eyes if she looked at him for a second.

"Can you talk nicely, brother?" An Yan ordered a cocktail for herself.

"Since you call me brother, it's no problem. Come on, let's raise a toast to celebrate my sister's successful inheritance of the family business. She will also hold the title of general manager in the future!"

Ye Huan is very good at adjusting the atmosphere. He can make people around him laugh with just a few words.

An Yan picked up the goblet on the table, clinked it with them, took a sip and put it down.

She actually doesn't like Ye Huan being so high-profile to promote her.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the company was left behind by her mother, she wouldn't want to bother with that mess at all.

A few people chatted for a while, mostly Ye Huan said, and several of his friends echoed.

The last few people went to dance. Ye Huan looked at An Yanxiao and asked, "How do you feel today? From a designer to becoming a president, you are the first one ever."

"What do you want, how about I give it to you?" An Yan glanced at him lightly.

"No, I still want to live a few more years." Ye Huan waved his hands repeatedly.

He has a company at home, and the old man urges him to go back and inherit the family business every few days.

But he was used to a lazy and free life. The thought of sitting in an office and working conscientiously every day made his scalp numb.

"You know it too, and you still make sarcastic remarks."

"Seriously, your father will definitely not let you go easily. Is he giving you a hard time?"

"Embarrassed? Does joining other shareholders to boycott me count?" An Yan said calmly.

Ye Huan raised his eyebrows: "It seems that An Bangguo has never thought of showing mercy to you, his biological daughter."

An Yan raised her lips and sneered: "He is such a profit-seeking person, and he will not let go of anyone who touches his interests."

In the final analysis, Anbangguo is just a complete egoist.

Ye Huan lazily leaned on the sofa: "If you need help, call me at any time. I am always waiting for Mr. An's summons." An Yan knew that he was actually worried about her, so she nodded.

The number of people in the dance hall gradually increased, and there were even many brave girls who came over to chat with Ye Huan.

"Brother, do you want to dance together?" A girl enthusiastically invited Ye Huan.

"Not interested!" Ye Huan waved his hand and declined, then turned around and asked, "How about it, Mr. An, how about you go dance with me as a favor?"

An Yan took a sip of her wine, thinking that she was just here to relax, and dancing would be just the thing to relax her body.

"Let's go."

An Yan followed Ye Huan through the booths to the center of the dance floor.

The atmosphere was just right at the moment, and the men and women in the middle of the dance floor were dancing to the music.

Throw away the stress and worries and indulge yourself in the loud music, which is a way to relieve stress.

"Stay closer, but don't lean on others."

Ye Huan leaned into An Yan's ear and tightened his arms around her waist after speaking.

It made An Yan get closer to him.

From this distance, An Yan could even count how many eyelashes Ye Huan had.

She had to say that Ye Huan really had a good skin. No wonder he had been having sex outside for so long and no one came to make trouble.

"What's wrong, you're fascinated by my beauty?" Ye Huan had an evil smile on his face.

An Yan just wanted to vomit.

"...Ye Huan, why do you have a mouth?"

When Ye Huan opened his mouth, the filters that had been stacked up suddenly shattered.

"Huh? I don't know how good this mouth is, but I have coaxed countless confidantes with this mouth!"

Listening to Ye Huan's jokes, An Yan felt relaxed inexplicably.

The music changed one after another, and the two hugged each other and danced happily on the dance floor.

Deck on the second floor.

An Bangguo was drinking with the shareholders at the moment. The dancers he called were very sensible. Not only were they all charming, but they were also a flower of conversationalists, which fascinated the old men present.

Anbangguo looked at the looks of several shareholders and felt a little confident, and couldn't help but feel proud.

Glancing downstairs inadvertently, his pupils suddenly dilated.

In the middle of the dance floor, there is a woman in a waist-cut dress who is dancing passionately with a man... Is it An Yan? !
He couldn't help but take off his glasses and wipe them before putting them back on again to make sure he saw correctly.

The one dancing closely with a man was indeed the "good daughter" he wished he had died outside!
An Bangguo stared closely at the two figures.

When he saw what the man said to An Yan and An Yan fell into the man's arms with a smile, his mind was racing rapidly.

This is definitely an excellent opportunity given to him by God!
A plan quietly emerged in my mind.

He patted the assistant beside him, pointed at An Yan on the dance floor downstairs, and whispered: "Go find someone and take a photo of her dancing, and take a clear picture of her face."

foreign airports.

Zhan Mochen just got off the plane.

"Mr. Zhan, go to the hotel first?"

"There's no time, let's go to the company first."

After Zhan Mochen finished speaking, he got into the car. As soon as his phone was turned on, there were more than a dozen missed calls.

He called for half an hour, and the car just arrived at its destination.

Ding Hao got out of the car and quickly went to the back seat to open the door. After waiting for a long time, there was no reaction from the people in the car.

Ding Hao bent down and looked inside the car.

In the back seat of the car, Zhan Mochen was leaning back on the seat, holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring at the screen of the mobile phone with his deep eyes.

(End of this chapter)