Girl, you are being calculated!

"An Zhiyi, you can think about it," Ai Binglan's soft lips curved into a cold and joyful arc, "after the mall is built, there will be thousands of people walking around above your mother's body every day , What do you think?"

"Ai Binglan, how dare you!" An Zhiyi's eyes instantly turned blood red. Like an enraged beast, his half-length brown hair danced without wind, showing how manic its owner was.

"An Zhiyi! I dare!" She raised her head high, like a queen standing on the top of ice and snow.

Yes!

She dares!

She is no longer the timid and cowardly Ai Binglan who only cried and shed tears a year ago!

She wanted An's family to pay her back everything she owed.

Her father is dead and will never come back, but she wants to get back double the pain that the An family has inflicted on her!

"Ai Binglan, what on earth do you want to do?" An Zhiyi's eyes were bloodshot, and every word was forced out from between his teeth.

If there is anything in this world that he misses and cherishes, it is only his mother.

He is so gentle, such a poor mother...

"I want you to be by my side, the lowest..." Her eyes were as cold as ice swords, slowly piercing into An Zhiyi's chest bit by bit, "Servant!"

An Zhiyi stared at her, nails pierced his palm, blood dripped from his tightly clenched fist, splashing flirtatious flowers one after another on the snow-white floor tiles.

"Ai Binglan, you are ruthless!" If eyes can kill, Ai Binglan has died thousands of times in his eyes.

Ai Binglan raised her lips mockingly, "Thank you for the compliment, thanks to you!"

The gazes of the two of them collided fiercely in mid-air, one was as fierce as fire, and the other was as cold as ice.

"An Zhiyi, be the lowest servant by my side, or let me build the largest shopping mall on your mother's cemetery, you only have 30 seconds to think about it." Ai Binglan's lips curled into a smile, as beautiful as Snow lotus in full bloom on the top of Tianshan Mountain.

"You..." This is the second time in An Zhiyi's life that he experienced this kind of lingering anger and pain. The first time was when his mother fell to her death and left him.

That kind of pain is like a shadow, it is with the breath, and every time I breathe, the scar on my heart adds more points.

The pain in his chest seemed to be shattered, and he would rather die than be Ai Binglan's servant.

But at this moment, it seemed that he didn't even have the right to choose death.

"Ai Binglan, hate me, don't you? I can pay for your life, autopsy, Ling Chi, five horses, I can die by myself, you are still clean, and you don't have to bear your life." Although he knew that the hope was slim, he still wanted to give it a try .

"Heh, you understand better than me. Sometimes death is easier than life. I hate you so much, how could I let you die so easily?" Ai Binglan's smile was still beautiful but cold.

"Miss Ai, I am willing to replace my younger brother," An Zhiluo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "My younger brother did something wrong. It is because of my bad teaching as an older brother. If Miss Ai is willing to let An's family go, I am willing to replace my younger brother." , to be the lowest servant around Miss Ai."

Such unbearable words, but he said them in such an elegant voice, the sunlight fell on him through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, his skin was white and his smile was beautiful, clean as an angel.

"Luo!" An Zhiyi exhaled softly.

Does he know what he's talking about?

Ai Binglan hates him so much, if he goes to her side to be the lowest servant, what awaits him is not only pain, but also shame!

An Zhiluo passed An Zhiyi and blocked An Zhiyi behind him.

As a twin brother of his own country, he certainly knew how proud An Zhiyi was. He would rather die, be quartered by five horses, be hacked into pieces by Ling Chi, than be despised by others.

Of course he doesn't want to be belittled, but he has a responsibility on his shoulders.

It is his greatest responsibility to let his younger brother live a good and dignified life!

Therefore, he chose to pay off the debt for An Zhiyi.

"Miss Ai, what An's family owes you, I'll pay it back for An's family, can you let An's family go?" His smile was like a bright moon, and the golden light shrouded him with a faint halo, as beautiful as moonlight.

"You?" Ai Binglan's black pupils were charming, with a few flashes of light.

An Zhiluo!

An Zhiluo who has exactly the same face as An Zhiyi!

Eight years ago, would he be the one who saved her?

As if drawn by a strange magic power, knowing that she shouldn't let An Zhiyi go so easily, she still stretched out her right hand behind her.

A thin note with a faint fragrance was respectfully placed in her palm, and she threw the note at An Zhiluo's feet, Qingyue's voice was as cold as ice and snow, "Sign it!"

The three words "Deed of Sale" are clearly written on the top of the paper.

Someone came from behind An Zhiluo, picked up the paper and bowed respectfully, offering it with both hands, An Zhiluo held the paper in his hands, with an elegant and playful smile on the corners of her soft lips.

Contract of sale!

He knew that such things had no legal effect, and what Ai Binglan wanted was to humiliate him formally.

"Luo!" An Zhiyi cried out unwillingly, his long and narrow eyes seemed to be dyed with blazing fire, ready to burn the people around him to pieces at any time.

"It's okay!" An Zhiluo took the pen handed over by his subordinates, and signed his name on the paper, with an elegant and soft smile on his lips, "It's fair to win and lose!"

He signed the paper and handed it to Ai Binglan, but Ai Binglan did not take it, but just looked at him with cold eyes. She was dressed in a plain white dress without any decorations, but she was still as lonely as a cloud, holy and beautiful So much so that people can only look forward to it.

An Zhiluo's hand holding the paper stopped in the air, and Ai Bing's blue and clear eyes, like cold springs, were always looking at him without blinking, without any expression or warmth.

After a stalemate for a while, An Zhiluo suddenly smiled. The beautiful smile was like a flower in the pan, making everyone feel that the light in front of them brightened up a little bit in an instant.

"I understand." He nodded, smiled lightly, leaned over his straight waist, and held the paper over his head with both hands, "Miss, this subordinate has signed the deed of sale, please check it."

His movements are graceful and smooth, obviously in a posture of bowing and bowing his head, but there is no trace of humbleness. The plain white paper rests on the top of his black hair, and there is only a gentleman's beauty.

Everyone present widened their eyes, watching this incredible scene.

The youngest of the An family, the most elegant and noble young man in the upper class, actually bowed his noble waist to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl at this moment, and sold himself as a slave!

Anjia, it's over!

The era belonging to the An family has passed, and the era belonging to the Ai family is coming!

After a long time, until An Zhiyi almost clenched her fists and crushed her teeth, Ai Binglan stretched out her slender fingers, gently pinched the deed of sale, and threw it behind her, the bodyguard behind her caught it. Keep it.

An Zhiluo Huanhuan straightened her waist, her face, which was as white as beautiful jade, was flushed a little, it was so beautiful and alluring that the wealthy daughters around couldn't help but blush and heartbeat.

It's a pity secretly that it was not me who set up today's game, otherwise this noble and beautiful young man would have become the person beside them.

However, these can only be thought about. How can Anjia, who has always been galloping freely in the mall, be so calculating?

Until now, they still feel that the An family will collapse, it's like a dream.

"Did I wake you up?" Ai Binglan slightly opened her lips, her eyes were as cold as the sea, as deep as the sea, and as beautiful as the sea.

An Zhiluo was taken aback, clenched her fists slightly, and the beautiful smile on her lips froze for a moment, then quickly leaned over to apologize, "Miss, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

"Ai Binglan, you're enough!" An Zhiyi pulled An Zhiluo away vigorously, almost knocking An Zhiluo to the ground with such strength, his eyes were bloodshot, as if filled with blood, the veins on his forehead were exposed, and his whole body was trembling .

He was standing opposite Ai Binglan, and Ai Binglan could clearly see how angry and painful he was.

it is good!

very good!

It seems that torturing An Zhiluo caused him more pain than torturing himself!

This is exactly what she wanted!

How much pain he caused her back then, today she will pay him back a hundred times and a thousand times!

"An Zhiluo, come here." Her frivolous but slightly loving tone was like calling a pet dog beside her, full of disdain and contempt.

As soon as An Zhiluo walked to her side, she slapped him hard on the face, and several red marks appeared on his jade-white face, which made An Zhiyi's bloody eyes even redder.

"Ai Binglan!" He forced these words through the gap between his teeth. If possible, he would be cut into pieces by thousands of knives and dismembered by blades, and he would drag her to die together!

"My ears are very good, so I can hear you." She curled her lips and signaled for her subordinates to tie up An Zhiluo, and looked at An Zhiyi with her chin raised slightly, "An Zhiyi, what he will suffer in the future will be a hundred times more miserable than today , this is what you owe me, let him pay it for you, you don't have to suffer, you don't have to be humiliated, you earned it, you should be happy!"

"No!" An Zhiyi roared with bloodshot eyes: "You let go of my brother, I am willing to go with you! Let him go!"

Ai Binglan looked at her mockingly, red lips as soft as petals, but uttered cold and ruthless words, "Have you figured it out now? It's too late! Don't worry, I will definitely treat your brother well!"

"You bastard! Let go of my brother!" An Zhiyi's evil charm and laziness were all gone, and there was only out-of-control madness.

Ai Binglan smiled slightly, raised her delicate chin, and turned around gracefully, "Take him away!"

She turned and walked out, An Zhiyi went mad and wanted to follow, but was lined up by a dozen men in black, blocking her way.

The movements of these dozen or so people were uniform, swift as the wind, like ghosts and ghosts, and their cold and evil murderous aura almost made everyone in the hall dare to move, except for one person.

It was a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old. She was sitting on a chair next to the crystal table and eating melon seeds leisurely. The upper body was in trouble, only the little girl was eating melon seeds leisurely.

The sound of clicking, clicking, especially crisp in the silent hall, attracted people's attention.