Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 596 An Xiaxia, Don't Blame Me
Under An Xiaxia's astonished eyes, Mu Li stumbled and rushed downstairs, turning her head several times in panic, but never...stopped.

Downstairs, the driver sent by Qi Yanxi was waiting for her. Seeing her coming out like this, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Xiao Mu, are you okay?"

Mu Li chuckled twice; "It's okay, I saw a cockroach just now, and I was frightened."

"Oh, that's it." The driver thought it was true, remembering the young master's entrustment, and asked attentively, "Have you delivered the gift that the young master asked you to give?"

Mentioning this, Mu Li's heart became colder than iron, and her expression was condensed: "It's delivered, please send me back."

"Ok."

An Xiaxia, don't blame me.

This is all you asked for.
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Upstairs, An Xiaxia burst into tears.

In such a critical state, people will be at a loss.

An Xiaxia desperately took several deep breaths, crawled to the coffee table on all fours, and called 120 on the landline.

When pressing the numbers, she made mistakes several times with trembling hands.

After finally getting through, after reporting her home address, she called An Yibei again.

The ambulance arrived quickly and carried An's father away. An Xiaxia followed him into the car and told himself over and over again: don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

Arriving at the hospital, Father An entered the emergency room. There was nothing serious about it, but he was old, had a small heart problem, and was recently weak and worried, so he suddenly fainted.
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Thousand Island Law Firm.

An Yibei poured two cups of tea and handed one of them to a middle-aged woman.

The woman was dressed in cheap street goods, her chubby face was covered with oil and pimples, her small eyes were constantly rolling around, and she had a mean look on her face.

"...That woman is really pitiful. What's the use of being so good-looking? When a man likes you, he treats you like a treasure, but when he doesn't like you, it's useless to look good! A wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than stealing..."

An Yibei adjusted his glasses and interrupted her: "What do you want from me?"

The woman straightened her back, remembering the fat on her stomach, she shrunk her stomach hard, and lifted her chin: "These days, I remembered Zhong Le's husband's name, it seems to be... what is the last name... "

An Yibei glanced at her indifferently: "What do you want?"

The woman didn't expect him to be so direct, she was stunned for a moment before rubbing her fingers, "One hundred thousand..."

"Heh..." An Yibei sneered, "A name costs [-] yuan? You are such a lion!"

"But haven't you checked for a long time..." The woman said awkwardly, An Yibei didn't even bother to lift her eyelids: "I still have to work overtime, so I won't send you away."

The woman was anxious: "How about it be cheaper... [-]? [-] is also fine!"

An Yibei's expression was indifferent, all he needed to negotiate was confidence.

This woman is already messed up, which is good for him.

Slightly raised his lower lip, and he looked at the other party leisurely.

The phone vibrated suddenly, he picked it up, and it showed the landline at home, his heartbeat quickened, he pressed to answer, and the voice of An Xiaxia's shaking teeth came from the phone: "Brother... old man Dad fainted, I called the nearest hospital, you, you remember to come...bring money..."

He stood up abruptly, and said in a deep voice, "Don't panic! I'll be right there!"

An Yibei picked up his suit jacket and briefcase and was about to leave. The woman was anxious and shouted, "I'll tell you your name first! You can give me as much as you want! That person's surname is Song! His name is... Song Huan!"

(End of this chapter)