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

Chapter 228 Misunderstanding Escalation
Zhan Mochen calmed down a little.

It turns out that the godfather his son kept mentioning turned out to be Song Jing, and his son also learned his hacking skills from Song Jing.

But a scene like this tonight...

Zhan Mochen glanced around the room with a cold face, his eyes fell on the half-eaten meal, and his eyes tightened.

Looking at the little woman again, her bright red lips were still shiny, she had obviously eaten half of her meal.

In such a short time, it seems that I can only take a shower and eat.

Zhan Mochen's expression finally softened a bit.

Song Jing then explained again: "I just came back from abroad. I happened to hear that An Yan was imprisoned. I was afraid that something would happen to her, so I went to rescue her first."

Zhan Mochen's eyes moved slightly, but he still didn't pay attention to Song Jing.

When he was racing on the winding mountain road just now, he didn't believe that Song Jing didn't realize that the person behind him was him.

Only this silly little woman would believe Song Jing's lies.

Zhan Mochen became angrier as he thought about it, and suddenly grabbed An Yan's hand.

The woman's slender little hand was slightly cool against his palm, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling a bit more real.

"Zhan Mochen, I really..." An Yan was actually quite powerless in the face of this embarrassing scene.

She didn't know how to explain it to Zhan Mochen.

Asking herself, if she saw Zhan Mochen wearing a bathrobe and sharing a room with another woman in a hotel, she wouldn't be able to calm down.

Zhan Mochen raised his eyes and glanced at An Yan, then suddenly pulled her to sit down at the table.

"You eat first." He said hoarsely.

After saying that, regardless of An Yan's expression, she put on disposable gloves and started peeling the shrimps.

There was already a pile of shrimp shells on the table, and Zhan Mochen had a gut feeling that An Yan had not peeled them off by himself.

Humph, how could his woman eat shrimps peeled by other men!
An Yan was completely shocked:...

Who can tell him what is going on in this man's mind?
However, she did not have enough to eat, so she had to eat enough first.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the emperor who eats is big.

Now that this fried tiger is asking her to eat, she will eat obediently.

After all, quarreling is also a strenuous job. If you don't have a full meal, you won't have the strength to face the next trouble.

An Yan picked up the chopsticks again, and as soon as she picked up a piece of food, a peeled shrimp was brought to her mouth.

"Open your mouth." Zhan Mochen's face was still gloomy.

Can't be bothered.

An Yan opened her mouth obediently, and Zhan Mochen directly put the shrimp into her mouth. She almost bit Zhan Mochen's finger.

Zhan Mochen's fingers trembled slightly, his eyes darkened, and he withdrew his hand and continued peeling the shrimp.

An Yan swallowed the shrimp in her mouth awkwardly, lowering her head and not daring to look at Song Jing standing next to her. She wanted to bury her face in the bowl.

On purpose, this man did it on purpose!

Song Jing took in the two people in front of him and kept his expression calm.

But before the sadness in his eyes emerged, he looked away.

An Chenchen sat on the other side of the table, smiling secretly.

If he had to choose between his godfather and his father, of course he would side with his father.

In silence, An Yan finally finished her meal.

As soon as she reached for the tissue, Zhan Mochen took it out before her and grabbed it with her slender fingers.

He lowered his head and carefully wiped her fingers clean one by one.

Wherever Zhan Mochen's long and powerful fingers passed, a fire seemed to be ignited, spreading all the way to the limbs and bones, and An Yan's cheeks were burning.After finally wiping her hands, before An Yan could catch her breath, Zhan Mochen came close to her cheek again.

"Yanyan, don't move."

The man's eyes were focused, his cold breath brushed past her ear, and his fingertips gently brushed the corner of An Yan's lips, showing an indescribable intimacy and ambiguity.

"Okay." After a moment, Zhan Mochen naturally retracted his hand and wiped off the rice grains on his fingertips.

An Yan was so embarrassed. When did she get rice grains on the corner of her mouth?
What made her even more uncomfortable was Zhan Mochen's eyes, which were as deep as a well, giving An Yan the illusion of being swallowed up at any time.

Fortunately, this meal has been finished, you can go home...

An Yan stood up with a blushing face and grabbed her wrinkled and dirty clothes: "I'm going to change my clothes!"

"Wear this, I just asked the waiter to send you a set of clothes." Song Jing suddenly said, picked up the white paper bag next to him and handed it to An Yan.

An Yan was about to burst into tears. Song Jing, could you be more considerate?
"Thank you!" She didn't dare to look at Zhan Mochen's face, so she grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

An Yan quickly changed her clothes and came out, then opened the bathroom door.

Zhan Mochen looked up and his breathing stopped for a moment.

The An Yan in front of her was no longer her usual capable image. She was wearing a flowing white dress, her dark hair was spread like satin on her shoulders, and her bright eyes and red lips were like a blooming lily.

An Yan became even more uncomfortable with Zhan Mochen's hot and dark eyes. She grabbed her bag in embarrassment and took An Chenchen's hand.

"Song Jing, let's go back first."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Song Jing nodded slightly, suppressed the surging emotions, and then turned to look at his friend.

"Let's get together again when we have time."

Zhan Mochen turned a deaf ear and still ignored Song Jing the whole time. He pulled An Yan and An Chenchen and walked out.

An Chenchen also waved goodbye to Song Jing: "Goodbye, godfather."

"Goodbye." Song Jing could only sigh and send them out.

Before leaving the house, he couldn't help but gave one final explanation to Zhan Mochen's back: "What happened today, whether you believe it or not, is just a coincidence."

Zhan Mochen stopped slightly, looked back at Song Jing, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Then thank you, Mr. Song, for helping me take care of my wife."

After saying that, regardless of Song Jing's expression, he took An Yan's slender body into his arms, picked up An Chenchen with one hand and left with his wife and children.

Song Jing stood at the door and watched Zhan Mochen and his family disappear into the elevator before turning back to the room with a wry smile on his lips.

He didn't really have a clear conscience about what happened today.

Obviously he just met An Yan a little late.

But it has become a regret that can never be made up for. Even if you try to take the lead several times, it will be in vain.

Hotel entrance.

Zhan Mochen put An Chenchen into the car and opened the passenger door for An Yan.

He was still the caring, good father and good man before, but he never said a word to An Yan again, and his face was black the whole time.

An Yan looked at him several times along the way and hesitated to speak, but held it back.

With my son still in the back seat, it was really not a good time to talk.

After returning home in silence, Zhan Mochen stepped out with long legs and went straight upstairs with air-conditioning all over his body.

An Suisui and An Nuannuan rushed towards An Yan: "Mommy, you are finally back! Where have you been?"

"Mommy met a bad guy today."

An Chenchen vividly told the two little ones what happened today.

An Suisui and An Nuannuan were both frightened.

(End of this chapter)