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

Chapter 232
Zhanyi Group.

Ding Hao walked into the president's office.

"Master Zhan, Mr. Song is here."

"Song Jing?" Zhan Mochen raised his head, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, and a sneer appeared on his lips, "He still dares to come!"

"Why don't I dare to come?" As soon as Zhan Mochen finished speaking, Song Jing walked in.

He leaned lazily in front of Zhan Mochen's large desk, looking at him calmly.

Zhan Mochen felt angry: "Are you sure you're not here to get slapped?"

Song Jing smiled: "Are you sure you can beat me?"

"How do you know if you don't try!"

Zhan Mochen showed no signs of weakness, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside, then walked out from behind the desk in a menacing manner.

Song Jing was too lazy to look at him, turned around, sat down on the sofa, and said calmly: "If you want An Yan to feel sorry for me when you beat me, just come."

"You!" Zhan Mochen's fist stopped mid-air.

Next to them, Ding Hao hurriedly walked out and thoughtfully closed the door for them.

Song Jing tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, a look of helplessness appearing on his handsome face.

"I came here today just to explain to you what happened yesterday."

"Explain it, I think you can name a flower."

Zhan Mochen's chest rose and fell, and he sat down on the sofa on the other side out of breath.

If it weren't for the years of friendship between the two, he would have made Song Jing's face bloom.

Song Jing didn't hide anything, and simply told him frankly that he and An Yan had known each other abroad.

"...When I met her, I didn't know that you two were related, let alone that the three children were yours. I just returned to China yesterday, and I originally wanted to come to you first, but I heard that An Yan was there If something goes wrong, we have to act urgently."

Song Jing's explanation was flawless, but the vigilance in Zhan Mochen's eyes did not dissipate.

"Then when you later found out that An Yan was my wife, why did you still hide it from me? Don't tell me that you didn't know that the person in the car was me last night."

"Last night, I threw you away just because I knew it was you and I was afraid that you would misunderstand me. As for being careful, I must have it."

Song Jing frankly admitted: "An Yan is very good, I really like her."

Zhan Mochen clenched his fists in anger: "...You really don't treat me as an outsider!"

"There's nothing to deny this. Why can't I like an excellent and single woman?" Song Jing spread his hands and felt confident.

"Then you want to steal someone from me now?" Zhan Mochen sneered and said sarcastically, "It's a pity that you don't have a chance. Yan Yan and I have three children, so give up!"

Song Jing smiled, with teasing eyes: "I don't care. If An Yan doesn't like you, you can't hold her back even if she has ten or eight children."

"As long as she doesn't officially marry you for a day, I still have a chance. We can compete fairly, what do you think?"

"Really?" Zhan Mochen calmed down after hearing what he said.

Having been friends for many years, he still knew Song Jing's character well.

If you were prepared to come to Yin, you wouldn't come in front of him and talk so much nonsense.

But fair competition...

Zhan Mochen's expression suddenly became determined.

He glanced at Song Jing and said casually: "Yan Yan likes me. If you don't believe me, you can give it a try."

"Okay, we'll see." Song Jing's eyes flashed with sadness, but he didn't show weakness on his lips and agreed with a smile.

How could he not know whether An Yan had him in her heart? It was just that he had not taken that step bravely for so many years, and he was unwilling to give up just like that.

It has never been his style to back down without trying hard.

Seeing him like this, Zhan Mochen couldn't help but feel a little angry, so he simply changed the topic. "You have been wandering around outside for so many years, and now you are still single for ten thousand years. Your old man doesn't care about you?"

"How could it be ignored."

When talking about the old man in the family, Song Jing couldn't calm down anymore.

"The old man has already said that there will be a dinner party soon, and I will probably go on a blind date."

"It's a good blind date. You're not too young anymore. If you don't work hard, my son can be your son's uncle." Zhan Mochen knew the true meaning of murder and heart-wrenching, so he took the opportunity to rub Song Jing's wounds mercilessly. Salt.

Song Jing said disdainfully: "Don't talk too much. An Yan hasn't said she wants to marry you yet, and we still don't know who will win. Maybe all three of your children will call me daddy in the future."

Zhan Mochen's smile froze, and in anger, he grabbed a teacup and threw it over: "Shut your crow mouth!"

Song Jing raised his hand to catch it, fell back on the sofa, and couldn't help laughing.

It took a while before he spoke again.

"Stop making trouble and be serious. On the day of the dinner, you can come with An Yan and the children."

"What are you going to do? Let you watch me and Yan Yan loving each other, so that you can completely give up?"

"No, I just want you to join in the fun and divert the old man's attention. With our friendship, you won't be able to help me with this, right?"

"Help, why don't you help? Don't worry, I will definitely be there with Yanyan." Zhan Mochen snorted coldly, and his fighting spirit instantly became high.

Doesn't this guy Song Jing just want to take the opportunity to rob someone? Then let him open his eyes and see clearly, and completely stop coveting the beauty!

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when the Song family held a dinner party.

This dinner of the Song family was organized by Mr. Song with the very clear purpose of choosing a girlfriend for his precious grandson Song Jing.

All the respectable families in the imperial capital received the invitations, and everyone became busy for a while, especially the families with daughters waiting to be married, who put in a lot of effort.

The luxury stores and several high-end dress brand stores in the imperial capital were overcrowded for a while, and the queues later were months later.

At the gate of the villa, Zhan Mochen stood and glanced at his watch, then inadvertently glanced towards the stairs.

Suddenly it stopped moving.

On the spiral staircase, An Yan wore a purple strapless dress. The fluffy skirt opened like an umbrella and bloomed in all directions. The lotus leaf-shaped skirt was embroidered with fine golden threads, which shone under the refraction of the light.

Her whole body was like a luminous body, her skin was as white as snow, her black hair, black eyes, and red lips. There was no part of her that was not beautiful, gorgeous, or exquisite.

Zhan Mochen's breath suffocated when he saw it, and he subconsciously walked over and held An Yan's hand: "I kind of regret taking you out, what should I do?"

"Am I too ugly to be seen?" An Yan glared at him and asked deliberately.

Her big bright eyes were sparkling, as if they could enchant people's soul, and Zhan Mochen felt that he had been trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself.

His throat rolled up and down twice before he could control the urge to carry her back and throw her onto the bed, and looked behind An Yan.

"What about the children?"

An Yan lowered her eyes: "The dinner is too late. The children are growing up. We need to go to bed early, so we should not let them go."

"Alright."

Zhan Mochen didn't say anything, and took An Yan's hand and walked out.

An Yan followed him, feeling guilty for a moment.

She knew very well what level the Song family dinner was. At this dinner, all the respectable people in the imperial capital would attend.

She didn't want the three little ones to be exposed in front of everyone in the imperial capital again and become a topic of conversation for others.

Fortunately, Zhan Mochen didn't say anything. He just wrapped her slender fingers tightly with his big hands, which made An Yan feel at ease.

The night wind blew slowly, An Yan took a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

(End of this chapter)