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

Chapter 625 Angel flies by
That afternoon, An Yan received a notice from Bai Shao.

She was going to film a movie and had no time to take care of the three little ones. She had to send them back to her.

Bai Shao's voice on the phone was full of excitement: "I thought I had to say a lot of nice things to Brother Song, but I didn't expect Brother Song to agree so quickly. He is so kind to me!"

"Well, you chose the right person. Your Brother Song is indeed very good."

An Yan suppressed her smile and agreed seriously, feeling completely relieved.

Bai Shao finally knew how to express her feelings bravely and firmly. Then no matter how deeply she loved Song Jing in the future, at least she would not wrong herself.

Bai Shao wanted to praise Song Jing again to An Yan, but the three little ones snatched the phone away.

"Mommy, Mommy, we don't want to go home, we want to go back to our old house. I miss my grandpa and grandma!"

An Suisui shouted loudly on the phone.

An Nuannuan also echoed: "Grandpa said that Xiaosan has given birth to a baby, and I want to go back to see its little cub!"

An Yan suddenly felt dizzy, what kind of mistress, what kind of little bastard?

She thinks the three little ones are completely wild, right?

But she hadn't seen Mr. Zhan and Mrs. Bai for a while, so it was time to go back and see them.

"Okay, you just wait at Bai Mansion. I'll pick you up when I'm done."

An Yan agreed.

In the evening, An Yan drove and personally picked up Zhan Mo Chen after get off work.

The setting sun shines brightly on the exterior glass of the Zhanyi Group Building, making it a glorious sight.

In the conference room, Zhan Mochen was throwing a stack of documents back on the large desk.

"Is this the result of your three days and three nights?"

He threw the document away, retracted his arms expressionlessly, and lazily leaned on the backrest, his indifferent eyes sweeping across the conference room.

Except for the sound of slamming documents, Zhan Mochen's voice was not loud at all.

But all the senior executives present were trembling with fear, with cold sweat on their foreheads, and they all lowered their heads and stood up automatically.

Zhan Ye doesn't seem to be angry, but it's more terrifying than being angry.

How can we survive this calamity today?
Someone quietly asked Ding Hao for help out of the corner of his eye.

Ding Hao stood behind Zhan Mochen, looking at his nose and heart, his calm expression showing helplessness.

The man had no choice but to retract his gaze and lower his head honestly. The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Just when everyone was waiting to bear Zhan Mochen's next anger, they suddenly heard a slight cough: "Mr. Zhan, look outside."

As soon as the words fell, everyone immediately heard footsteps.

They carefully glanced out of the corner of their eyes and saw that the man who had been leaning on the backrest had stood up and took a step forward along the floor-to-ceiling window glass beside him.

On the wide road downstairs, a white car was parked, and the outline of a little woman could be vaguely seen inside.

The indifference between Zhan Mochen's brows and eyes melted like ice and snow, and a smile filled his deep eyes.

It was his wife who came to pick him up from get off work.

Then you can't waste another minute.

Zhan Mochen turned around quickly, flexed his slender fingers, and tapped his knuckles on the solid wood table. The sound was soft but loud, and the people standing on both sides of the long table looked over.

"Within two days, redo all the project plans. If it still doesn't work, leave on your own."

Zhan Mochen's voice fell, his deep eyes swept over those people, and he summarized the rest of the meeting in less than 5 minutes.

Then he turned around, grabbed the coat next to him, and strode away.The door of the conference room opened and closed, and the tall and slender figure quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The executives standing on both sides took a long breath, and then looked out the window in surprise.

What on earth was outside the window that saved them like this?

Did an angel fly by with wings waving?
Ding Hao also glanced out the window and saw a slim and capable figure walking into the building on high heels.

He looked back at the corners of the conference room and ordered the assistant who was closing the laptop at the same time.

"Go, look for Madam's photos, make a few more photo frames and put them in all the places where they should be placed."

"Ah good."

The assistant was slightly surprised, but quickly walked out and followed the instructions.

The executives in the conference room were also shocked. Was it Madam who saved them?How was it saved?

Ding Hao walked out of the conference room under everyone's doubtful eyes, hiding his merit and fame.

President's Office on the 35rd floor.

Zhan Mochen opened the door and saw the little woman sitting in his computer chair spinning around.

She seemed to be in a good mood, with a cheerful smile on her fair face, and she naughtily raised her straight and slender legs and turned around with the chair.

The golden sunset fell on her body, sparkling, as relaxed and comfortable as a child who didn't understand the world.

This was something he had never seen before.

Zhan Mochen's heart trembled slightly, his throat moved slightly, and no sound came out.

What moved faster than his mind was his body. He strode over, leaned over the sides of the chair, lowered his head and kissed her directly.

The shadow suddenly fell over her, and before An Yan could react, her lips suddenly felt pain and were tightly grasped by warm lips.

"Well……"

He directly reached out to pick the person up from the chair, went straight to the bedroom attached to the office, and pushed the person into the comfortable and soft big bed.

"Zhan Mochen, the three little ones are still waiting for us to pick them up...wait a minute, the curtains are not closed!"

The sound of An Yan's feeble struggle came from the crack in the door, and was quickly swallowed up.

In the midst of the intense entanglement, An Yan drowsily glanced at the sunset that reflected half of the sky. There was only the vast sky outside.

perhaps……

If it weren't for the helicopter flying up to the window, no one would be able to see what happened in the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 35th floor, right?

……

When the weather was calm, the sun had completely set.

Due to An Yan's fierce protest, in the middle of the process, someone finally realized his conscience, touched the remote control from the bedside table, and closed the curtains.

But the starlight in the sky still sneaked in through the gap that was not tight enough, and shone weakly on the two people embracing each other.

An Yan slightly bent her thin white fingers and scratched and pulled on the man's narrow waistline, trying to inflict a little punishment.

But this amount of force applied to the man is only to the extent of scratching an itch.

Zhan Mochen fished her up, bit her delicate earlobe again, and laughed softly: "Yanyan wants to do it again?"

"..."

When did she think that way?
An Yan felt very wronged, but a numbness hit her ears, and she suddenly lost the strength to curse.

(End of this chapter)