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

Chapter 266: Why didn’t you call me when you invited my wife to dinner?

"No need..." Although An Yan was a little drunk, her mind was still clear.

In fact, she rarely drinks outside. It was because of Fu Jingbo that she had a few drinks with Fu Mingwen this time.

But the wine was actually very strong, stronger than anything she had ever drunk before. An Yan felt that she would faint if she took it any longer.

"Mr. Fu, I'm going back first." An Yan said and stood up to leave.

"Miss An, what's the rush?" Fu Mingwen's tone suddenly became a little strange.

An Yan's heart was beating fast, and the creepy oppressive feeling next to her was getting closer and closer.

A skinny hand slowly stretched out towards her, and just when it was about to touch her, a figure suddenly flashed past, and a strong hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me!"

An Yan's wrist hurt, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she suddenly sobered up a lot.

The person who rushed into the private room was Fu Jingbo. The usually gentle man looked anxious and had a gloomy look on his face. He dragged her out without saying a word.

An Yan was so drunk that she felt dizzy. Fu Jingbo pulled her forward and walked very fast. She staggered two steps and almost fell down.

Suddenly, a waiter came around the corner in the corridor carrying dishes and bumped into An Yan.

After a squeaking sound, dripping vegetable soup dripped down An Yan's body, and her off-white suit and skirt suddenly became dirty and smelly.

An Yan was knocked dizzy, her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground unable to get up.

"I'll take you away!"

Fu Jingbo looked back at the private room, leaned over decisively, picked up An Yan and walked out.

In the private room behind them, Fu Mingwen's skinny hand paused in mid-air for a moment, then suddenly slapped it on the table: "Treason!"

"Ah..." Fu Mingwen was furious and smashed everything in the private room to pieces.

Outside the restaurant, the night wind blew in her face. An Yan was drowsily held in Fu Jingbo's arms and stuffed into his car.

Fu Jingbo fastened the seat belt on An Yan and got into the car from the other side. The car sped on the ring road.

An Yan slumped on the seat, the cold wind blew in from the car window, and her mind finally became clearer.

"Mr. Fu, why are you here?" An Yan completely forgot about sending a message to Fu Jingbo.

Fu Jingbo glanced at the embarrassed An Yan in the co-pilot, cursed in his heart, and suppressed his anger and said, "I came here as soon as I received your message. With you like this... I'll find you a hotel first."

hotel?

An Yan curled her fingers tightly, grabbed the seat belt, and looked at Fu Jingbo warily: "No, no need, just take me home."

Fu Jingbo said nothing.

After a while, he swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and replied calmly: "How can you go home like this? The children will definitely be worried about you when they see you."

An Yan was silent for a moment. She really didn't want to go to the hotel with Fu Jingbo, but she didn't want to just go home either.

"OK then."

Weighing the two considerations, she thought it was better to find a hotel to clean up the dirt on her body as soon as possible.

The car quickly drove into the city. Fu Jingbo parked downstairs at the nearest express hotel and booked a room.

An Yan's hands and feet were still weak, but she was much better. Fu Jingbo helped her swipe her card into the room.

"You take a shower first." After Fu Jingbo finished speaking, he turned around and left.

An Yan was slightly stunned.

In fact, she had already sensed something was wrong. Although she was the one who sent the message to Fu Jingbo, why did he suddenly rush into the box and take her away?
Is it just because she was drunk with Fu Mingwen?

Was Fu Jingbo doing that just now because of her, or because he was worried about Fu Mingwen?
An Yan had many doubts in her heart, but Fu Jingbo had already walked out of the room. She looked down at the smelly vegetable soup and juice on her body, and she understood.

No wonder Fu Jingbo walked away so fast, she couldn't stand the smell on her body.

An Yan picked up the bath towel, walked into the bathroom, and quickly took a shower.

But looking at the clothes that had been completely stained by the vegetable soup, she finally realized that she had no clothes to change.

An Yan wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked to the bed, sat down, and touched her cell phone.

When she touched nothing, An Yan was startled and suddenly thought of her bag.

Oops, she was dragged away by Fu Jingbo just now and completely forgot to take her bag. Her bag should have been left in the private room of that restaurant.

If I go get it now...

An Yan lowered her head and looked at the bathrobe on her body. It was obviously impossible.

She glanced up at the landline on the table.Alas, this is the only way.

An Yan picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.

Zhan Mochen asked her to write down her phone number before, but she was reluctant, but she didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Zhan Mochen's call was quickly answered, and a deep magnetic voice came over: "Who is this?"

"Zhan Mochen, it's me..." An Yan's panicked heart suddenly settled.

But thinking about the inexplicable things tonight, An Yan could only say what she could.

"I was dining out with a client and accidentally spilled vegetable soup on myself. I found a room to take a shower but I didn't have any clothes to change into. Please bring me some clothes."

"...Okay, where are you?" Zhan Mochen's voice froze for a moment and he asked quickly.

An Yan calmed down completely: "Room 321, Four Seasons Hotel, Chengnan Road."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, An Yan breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the soft quilt, her mind racing with memories of tonight's events.

Before I could figure out the reason, there was a knock on the door.

An Yan opened the door, and Zhan Mochen's handsome face appeared in front of her.

"Why are you so fast?" An Yan's face turned red, a little unnatural.

Zhan Mochen's dark eyes swept across An Yan's slender and fair neck, and he ducked into the door and handed her the bag in his hand.

"Go and change first."

"Okay." An Yan lowered her head and did not dare to look at Zhan Mochen's burning eyes. She took the clothes and entered the bathroom.

She changed her clothes as quickly as possible and came out. As soon as she opened the door, a strange atmosphere hit her face.

In the room, Zhan Mochen put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the table leisurely, narrowing his eyes slightly and looking at the person standing in front of him with an unkind expression.

Next to him, Fu Jingbo was dressed in a suit, standing there elegantly, with an unsightly expression on his face.

In Fu Jingbo's hand, he was also holding a paper bag of brand clothing.

Zhan Mochen pursed his thin lips, and when he saw An Yan coming out, his expression softened slightly, but his eyes were still as cold as a knife when he looked at Fu Jingbo.

"Mr. Fu, don't you want to explain?"

Fu Jingbo finally waited until Zhan Mochen spoke, and then he took a deep breath and said softly: "We just had dinner together, and the waiter accidentally soiled Mr. An's clothes. I went to buy a new set to apologize to Mr. An. .”

"Let's eat together?" Zhan Mochen raised his eyebrows and looked at An Yan.

An Yan took a deep breath and nodded helplessly: "Well, after my clothes got dirty, it was Mr. Fu who helped take me to the hotel."

"I see."

Zhan Mochen sneered, but dark clouds quickly gathered in his dark eyes.

It turned out that the customer was Fu Jingbo, but An Yan didn't mention it at all on the phone.

His chest was so painful that Zhan Mochen's eyes were filled with anger. He clenched his fists and locked eyes with Fu Jingbo coldly: "Mr. Fu invited my wife to dinner, why didn't you call me?"

There was silence in the room, and the creaking of Zhan Mochen's bones could be clearly heard.

An Yan's eyelids twitched. Is this the rhythm of a fight?

She quickly went over and hugged Zhan Mochen's arm, and looked at Fu Jingbo: "Mr. Fu, my husband has given me clothes. Thank you for your kindness. Please go back first."

Zhan Mochen glanced at An Yan, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

The title husband successfully soothed his wounded heart.

Fu Jingbo glanced at Zhan Mochen.

The man in front of him was half a head taller than him, and his eyes were full of rage, like a leopard that was ready to strike, and could punch him in the face at any time.

If you really fight...

Regardless of whether there is a chance of winning or not, I am afraid that my father's invitation to An Yan for dinner tonight will be hidden.

Fu Jingbo knew the consequences without even thinking about it.

"Okay, I'll take my leave now, Mr. Zhan, and I'll treat you to dinner when you have time."

Fu Jingbo calmly adjusted the frame of the mirror and said goodbye politely.

(End of this chapter)