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

Chapter 586
I don't know how long it took before the coldness in Zhan Mochen's eyes dimmed slightly and he called Ding Hao.

Ding Hao pushed the door open and felt the familiar low pressure.

Ever since my boss got married, this feeling of hair on my back has rarely appeared.

Ding Hao was alert, habitually held his breath and concentrated, and stood up straight.

Soon a photo was sent to him.

"Get a private detective to investigate this person."

"Yes."

Ding Hao took a look at the photo and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the photo, An Yan was sitting and drinking coffee with a strange man, who looked very familiar.

It seems that the boss has unknowingly fallen into the jealousy tank again.

But it doesn't matter, the lady's character is such that she will never have any improper relationship with this man.

Ding Hao didn't know where his strong confidence in the landlady came from, and he didn't dare to say anything more, so he turned around and left with the photo.

That night, Zhan Mochen went back very late.

When she returned, An Yan was already asleep.

The soft black hair was spread out on the pillow, and the sleeping woman only revealed half of her delicate profile. The warm light of the bedside lamp fell on her white porcelain face, glowing softly.

Zhan Mochen lifted the quilt and lay down. The little woman in her sleep seemed to be aware of it. She unconsciously stretched out her slender arms and hugged his narrow and strong waist tightly.

"Sleepy……"

The little woman seemed to be aware of his return in a daze, her long eyelashes like crow feathers trembled, but she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, so she just murmured lowly.

Then she found a comfortable position in his arms, rubbed her chest with satisfaction, and lay motionless in his arms.

It looks soft and attached, like a cat sleeping peacefully in its owner's arms.

In an instant, the heart that had been restless all afternoon fell completely into peace.

Zhan Mochen relaxed completely and couldn't help but lean over. His thin lips lingered on that delicate face, and his eyes became increasingly gloomy.

In the end, he could only hold the person tightly in his arms and let out a helpless sigh: "You heartless little woman, what should I do with you..."

Calm down and think about it, he simply doesn't believe that a woman who risked her life for him would fall in love with another man.

But how could he tell her that he really cared?

The next day.

He didn't fall asleep until late at night due to insomnia. When Zhan Mochen woke up, An Yan was gone again.

For the first time, Zhan Mochen felt regretful. Why did he approve the crappy project of the Weisman Design Competition?

Just because of this broken game, he even lost his wife!

Zhan Mochen went to the company with deep resentment and finally stayed up until noon. He deliberately caught the little woman when she woke up from her nap and went home to arrest her.

According to the little woman's schedule during this period, she usually goes home to take a nap to catch up on her sleep.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the house, Zhan Mochen bumped into An Yan, who was hurriedly going out.

An Yan was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, holding a pile of folders and laptops, and carrying a bag in her hand, looking like a strong woman.

Zhan Mochen stretched out his long arm and stopped the person.

"Yanyan, I want to talk to you."

Zhan Mochen was leaning against the door leisurely, with a calm expression but a little nervous in his heart.

If he asks directly later, will the little woman be angry?Could it be that he didn't trust her?

Just when he was feeling anxious, he saw the little woman in front of him raise her head with a confused look on her face.

"Ah? What do you want to talk to me about?" Before he could speak, An Yan's cell phone rang.

An Yan glanced at it and answered: "Hello? What's the matter? Okay, I'll be there soon."

When she looked up again, all she could see was apologetic eyes.

"Husband, I've been really busy preparing for the competition recently. If we have anything to say, we can talk about it next time. That's it, I'm leaving now!"

After saying that, he hurriedly passed Zhan Mochen and walked out like a gust of wind.

Zhan Mochen stood at the door and watched her hurried figure, his face suddenly darkened.

He was not blind. At that glance, the words "Fu Mingqing" were clearly visible on the screen of An Yan's mobile phone.

Very good, great!

Oh, I didn’t even have time to say a few words to him, but I was in a hurry to see that man!

Zhan Mochen laughed angrily, sneered twice, and followed him in big strides.

Just as he stepped down the steps, Ding Hao called.

"Mr. Zhan, we have found out. Fu Mingqing, 29 years old, is from the Fu family in Kyoto. He is the cousin of Fu Mingwen, the old chairman of the Fu family in the imperial capital. But the relationship between him and Fu Mingwen does not seem to be good. The news given there said, Fu Mingwen also found connections this time to get Fu Mingqing expelled from the 'Weisman' design competition."

"Did he also participate in the Weisman Design Competition?" Zhan Mochen frowned.

"Yes, he also entered the competition. Because his other identity is the internationally renowned designer Ireland. In addition, he has indeed met with his wife frequently recently, and he does like her. But every time she and he meet, they are chatting in public places. The content is all about design, and there is no sign of any ambiguous relationship.”

Ding Hao finished the investigation in one breath, and then asked: "Mr. Zhan, according to the news, he just made an appointment with his wife to meet again. Do you want to stop it?"

"No need."

After a while, Zhan Mochen gritted his teeth and uttered two words, then hung up Ding Hao's call.

While they were on the phone, An Yan had already driven out and drove away.

He couldn't stop it even if he went into battle in person, so why stop it?
My lungs are really going to explode!
Zhan Mochen walked into the garage with a sullen face and drove straight to the company.

As soon as An Yan walked into the coffee shop, she saw Fu Mingqing.

Fu Mingqing still looked handsome and handsome, but the bright smile before had disappeared from his face, and instead there was a hint of loss and dejection between his brows and eyes.

This was the first time An Yan saw Fu Mingqing like this. Her bright eyes were full of astonishment: "What's wrong? Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"An Yan, I'm sorry, I can't compete with you on the same stage."

Fu Mingqing raised his head, his deep eyes full of sadness: "An Yan, I have been disqualified from the competition."

"How could this happen? It's impossible for them to reject an excellent designer like you from participating."

An Yan couldn't figure it out.

Fu Mingqing shook his head: "The organizer has called me to inform me. Moreover, the reason why I was disqualified from the competition is not clear. They only said that I violated certain rules, but I suspect..."

Fu Mingqing stopped mid-sentence and hesitated to speak.

An Yan was anxious: "You know the real reason, right? Tell me and I will check it out for you."

Who would have thought that An Yan would have been better off if she didn't say this. As soon as she said this, Fu Mingqing's eyes darkened completely.

A wry smile appeared on his handsome face: "I know that your husband is the president of the party in charge of the Weisman Design Competition, but maybe it was because of him that I was removed from the competition."

"Impossible, my husband will not reject a talented person without any reason." An Yan denied it without thinking.

"That's exactly what I want to say. I suspect that the person who found an excuse to remove me is your husband. Because I discovered yesterday that he seemed to have sent someone to investigate me."

Fu Mingqing looked straight at An Yan, his eyes full of meaning.

An Yan was stunned and subconsciously retorted: "You mean my husband asked someone to investigate you? Impossible, he has no reason to do this!"

(End of this chapter)