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

Chapter 227 Jealousy
On the winding mountain road, a black car sped by.

Zhan Mochen stared closely at the car that was getting closer and closer in front of him, suppressing the anger in his eyes.

This was the only car that passed their car on the way here, but he didn't realize that Yan Yan was in the car!

Song Jing quickly spotted the car following him in the rearview mirror.

He calmly adjusted his posture, put a little force on his feet, and the car suddenly accelerated.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the shadows of the mountains and forests receded rapidly in the night.

An Yan felt that something was wrong, so she sat up straight and looked at Song Jing: "We have escaped, and you still use your car as a plane?"

"I haven't driven in China for a long time. Let's get a feel for the domestic roads." Song Jing replied without changing his expression, as if he was just showing off his skills unintentionally.

"Ok."

An Yan finally remembered that Song Jing was not only skilled and well-connected, but also an excellent racing driver.

His dazzling driving skills were probably due to an occupational disease.

An Yan calmed down and leaned back on her seat.

After speeding up, the car's engine roared, and it shuttled flexibly on the winding mountain road. After a few turns, Song Jing looked in the rearview mirror again, and saw that the black car behind him had disappeared.

Slowing down slightly, Song Jing turned the steering wheel and the car turned onto the side road heading towards the city.

The car soon entered the city and merged into the busy traffic of the Imperial Capital.

Song Jing narrowed his eyes and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The guy knew he was the one who overtook the car and robbed the person, and he would probably go crazy.

But this time, he wasn't going to give in.

Song Jing looked at An Yan: "Shall I take you to the hotel where I'm staying first?"

"Why don't you take me home first?" An Yan thought of Zhan Mochen and felt inexplicably worried.

Song Jing glanced at her with a faint smile: "Are you sure you want to go back like this?"

"Uh..." An Yan hesitated.

Is she the woman in the mirror with her hair disheveled like a chicken coop and her face covered in dirty dust? !
She raised her hand and touched her head, pulling out two rags from her hair.

The originally snow-white arms were also streaked with black and white, as if they had just returned from digging dozens of kilograms of coal.

Ye Huaishan, this bitch, even the conditions in the small black room are so bad!
After greeting Ye Huaishan in her heart, An Yan nodded helplessly: "Let's go to the hotel!"

She didn't want to scare the three little ones!

The car arrived at the hotel quickly.

Before getting out of the car, Song Jing took off his black suit jacket and put it on An Yan. His calloused fingers took care of An Yan's long hair.

The two got out of the car and entered the hotel together.

After entering the room, Song Jing threw a clean bathrobe to An Yan: "You take a bath first, and then eat."

"Yes." An Yan nodded, not rejecting Song Jing's kindness.

During these years when she was abroad, it was thanks to Song Jing who had always taken care of her and the three little ones.

Although Song Jing always talked about repaying his kindness, she only helped Song Jing to cover up for him by mistake. But in the following years, Song Jing was the one taking care of her and her children.

The kindness has been repaid long ago, and now Song Jing is her good friend and the godfather of the three little ones.

Song Jing also liked San Xiaozhi very much. When he was abroad, he would sometimes play with San Xiaozhi too late and would stay overnight at her house.

Now it's okay for her to take a bath here in Songjing.

An Yan walked into the bathroom with her bathrobe and took a long hot bath. Only then did she feel like she was alive.

As soon as the bathroom door was opened, the aroma of food hit my face again.

An Yan's stomach immediately made a gurgling noise.

Her cheeks burned and she held her stomach in embarrassment.

Song Jing turned around when he heard the sound, was slightly startled, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and then quickly looked away.

The woman standing in front of him is so beautiful.

Crystal clear water drops dripped along the woman's hair and between the slender collarbones, disappearing into that indescribable area. Her fair and clear skin was slightly pink due to the evaporation of water vapor, making it look even darker. Her hair is like ink, and her skin is like jade and snow.

At this moment, An Yan, wrapped in a bathrobe, looked like an elf coming out of the depths of the jungle.

Song Jing didn't dare to look any further. "Come and eat."

Song Jing controlled the emotions that surged up instantly, his breathing quickly stabilized, and he greeted An Yan to eat as if nothing had happened.

An Yan didn't notice Song Jing's brief strangeness.

She hadn't had any water for most of the day and was hungry. All of An Yan's attention was attracted by the table of delicious food.

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, spicy chicken, and her favorite salt-baked lobster...

An Yan took a deep breath of the aroma of the food, and was deeply moved by the intoxication: "Song Jing, I am truly lucky to have such a caring fairy friend like you in my life!"

"As long as you know, eat it." Song Jing chuckled and pushed the rice in front of An Yan.

An Yan was not polite, picked up her chopsticks and started to eat happily.

She was so hungry that she no longer cared about her eating habits and her chopsticks were flying.

Song Jing stared at An Yan immersed in eating, a trace of distress flashed in her eyes.

He reached out and picked up the lobster and began to peel the shrimp for her. After peeling it, he put it in An Yan's bowl.

"Hey, your favorite food."

"Thank you... Well, where did you order the meal from? I really don't know..." An Yan said her thanks vaguely with food in her mouth.

Song Jing couldn't help but laugh: "Concentrate on eating."

An Yan stopped talking and concentrated on eating.

The bowl of rice quickly reached the bottom. Just as Song Jing served her a bowl of soup, the doorbell rang.

"I also ordered a dessert for you. It should be the hotel waiter. I will open the door."

Song Jing stood up and opened the door. When he saw the person standing at the door, he froze.

At the door, Zhan Mochen saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, and his pupils suddenly trembled: "Why is it you?"

The location of An Yan's mobile phone that Chenchen found just now is also here!

Zhan Mochen's dark eyes darkened, and he walked in without waiting for Song Jing to speak.

An Yan was wrapped in a bathrobe and was about to drink soup when she felt something moving around her and glanced casually.

"Fight, fight with Mo Chen?"

An Yan was startled, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

A silent storm raged in Zhan Mochen's eyes, and the man's black eyes instantly turned scarlet.

His wife got together with his best friend?
Zhan Mochen's black eyes stared closely at An Yan, his heart was in pain as if it were torn apart, and his handsome features showed a sharp edge: "Why are you here?!"

"Yes, it was Song Jing who saved me..." Seeing that Zhan Mochen looked very scary, An Yan quickly explained, "Zhan Mochen, calm down first!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhan Mochen's sanity had been completely burned by his anger. He was unwilling to listen. He turned around in anger and grabbed Song Jing's collar.

He pushed him hard against the wall and punched him in the face: "Song Jing, you are really my good brother!"

"Zhan Mochen, are you crazy?" Fortunately, Song Jing was good at it. He turned around and broke away, then looked helplessly at Zhan Mochen, "I kindly saved your wife, and this is how you repay me?"

An Yan woke up and hurriedly came over and held Zhan Mochen's arm: "Song Jing really saved me, he just kindly asked me to come over to take a bath and have a meal..."

"Godfather! Why are you back?" An Chenchen also ran in at the right time, held Zhan Mochen's hand, and looked at Song Jing.

The tense atmosphere suddenly stopped because of this childish voice.

Zhan Mochen looked at An Chenchen and then at Song Jing: "Are you my son's godfather?"

"Otherwise? I already knew An Yan and Chenchen when I was abroad. If I had the intention to steal your wife, do you think you would still be able to see your son?"

Song Jing pushed Zhan Mochen away angrily, turned around and walked back into the house.

An Chenchen suddenly flashed his big eyes and shook Zhan Mochen's arm: "What my godfather said is true, Daddy, I have known him longer than I have known you."

Of course, there were some things An Chenchen couldn't say.

Last time in the hotel banquet hall, it was actually his godfather who saved Mommy, but his godfather told him not to tell it, so he said that he saved Mommy.

That time no one knew about the godfather's return to China, but this time he quietly saved mommy.

Maybe... his godfather knows mommy's position earlier than he does?

An Chenchen was thoughtful.

(End of this chapter)