Evil Charm chief spoils his warm wife and is addicted

Chapter 93 Forget (5)
Lu Yan was so polite and thoughtful that no one could find any faults. An Mohan didn't look at Lu Yan again, but pulled An Yimo to stand beside Zhan Nanxuan, and then only Lu Yan and Master Zhan and Mrs. Zhan were left. chat.

When all the people arrived, dinner began. A few people sat around a table. Mrs. Zhan looked more and more satisfied with Lu Yan. Mr. Zhan didn’t show any expression. Zhan Nanxuan still had a gloomy face. Of course, because of Zhan Yan’s presence .He didn't show it too obviously, but An Yimo, who was sitting next to him, could see it.

An Mohan, on the other hand, was extremely calm, as if everything was within his expectations, he just picked up vegetables for himself, and then for An Yimo, as if he didn't pay attention to what Lu Yan, Mrs. Zhan and Mr. Zhan were doing. chat content.

"What does Mr. Lu do?"

This is the second sentence An Mohan said. He asked An Yimo while picking up some food, as if he was making a routine. An Yimo smiled. When he heard the name Lu Yan, She had already remembered, Lu Yan, An Chenhao asked An Mohan to help contain that person.

"I am now the financial advisor of Haotian Group. Of course, I can't compare with President An. The name of President An is well known abroad."

Lu Yan smiled heartily, and did not forget to add some food for Zhan Yan.

"Lu Yan, don't praise him, but Mo Han can't help it."

"Yan Yan, what I'm talking about is the truth. I've long wanted to meet President An and hope to work with President An in the future."

"must."

An Mohan toasted and agreed, and Lu Yan also toasted and smiled handsomely. In the first round, the two were evenly matched.

"Nanxuan is also a financial consultant, Lu Yan, you can communicate with Nanxuan more in the future."

Mrs. Zhan smiled and said that she was more satisfied seeing Lu Yan, but Mr. Zhan still had no expression, neither cold nor hot, neither happy nor angry.

"it is good."

The meal ended like this, it was a bit embarrassing, this was what An Yimo felt, after the dinner, An Yimo and An Mohan left Zhan's house first, while Lu Yan was left behind.

Zhan Nanxuan sent An Yimo and An Mohan out of the house, and raised an eyebrow at An Mohan.

"What do you think?"

An Mohan raised his eyebrows, did not speak, but shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

Zhan Nanxuan didn't know what he meant by shaking his head, and An Yimo who was beside him didn't understand what he meant either.

"It means you don't care about this matter."

"I don't care? That's my sister, that man is Lu Yan, Mo Han, it's not like you don't know."

Zhan Nam-hyun was a little out of control.

"Nam Hyun..."

An Yimo frowned and called his name, then Zhan Nanxuan realized that he was out of control.

"Zhan Nanxuan, you are usually so sensible, why are you so confused today? It's not up to you to care about this matter, so what if you don't agree, Lu Yan is the person that Sister Yan likes, don't you want to be nice? Playing mandarin ducks?"

"You mean..."

Now, Zhan Nanxuan understood the meaning of An Mohan's words and wanted to understand.

"That's right, leave this matter to Uncle Zhan. Do you think Lu Yan's little trick can hide Uncle Zhan? You must know that Uncle Zhan is also a veteran of the business world. He has met more people than you. There are many more, well, clean up your emotions and go back quickly, we are leaving too."

"Well, I know how to do it."

After An Mohan and An Yimo got into the car and drove away, Zhan Nanxuan walked into the house.

And An Mohan and An Yimo who were rushing home were calling An Chenhao.

"What are you calling Chen Hao for?"

An Yimo was puzzled.

Just as An Mohan was about to say something, An Chenhao's lazy voice came from the phone. He should be sleeping.

"Who is it, you still can't sleep in the middle of the night."

An Chenhao yelled after answering the phone, An Mohan on the other end of the phone had a gloomy expression, while An Yimo burst out laughing.

"Is Xiao Hao asleep?"

Seeing that An Mohan didn't speak, An Yimo couldn't just leave An Chenhao there. He believed that if they stopped talking, An Chenhao would definitely hang up the phone.

"Sister Yimo?"

An Chenhao over there suddenly woke up, An Mohan curled his lips and muttered in his heart, An Yimo couldn't hear what he was saying, but she knew that he would definitely say bad things about An Chenhao again.

"Well, Xiaohao, did you go to bed so early?"

An Yimo looked at the time, it was only after nine o'clock, yet An Chenhao went to bed so early.

"Well, sister, I'm exhausted today, those old antiques..."

Then, An Chenhao started complaining to An Yimo, and he didn't finish complaining until half an hour later, when they arrived at An's house.

"Okay, Xiao Hao, be good, don't be angry, by the way, Mo Han has something to ask you."

Finally got out of the car.An Yimo handed the phone to An Mohan, who was gloomy and could have a heavy rainstorm, and then she rushed into the bedroom to take a shower.

After taking a bath, An Mohan was still talking on the phone with An Chenhao. An Yimo was bored, so he picked up the computer and started writing and drawing.

People say that women at work are the most beautiful, and women who are serious are the most fascinating. Of course, women who are serious at work are also shielded from the outside world. An Yimo, who has been pointing back and forth with the mouse, has not noticed An Yimo at all. Mo Han had been staring at her for a while.

Until she finally finished the last step, a picture of a beautiful necklace appeared on the computer screen. An Mohan smiled proudly when he saw the result of An Yimo's production. His family, Yimo, was indeed the best.

"Are you finished?"

After finishing everything, An Yimo turned off the computer and turned around to find that An Mohan was looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"Well, you work too hard."

An Mohan pulled her to wrap her in his arms, his lips moved back and forth on her neck.

"I suddenly had an inspiration, and you were on the phone, so I tried it, but I forgot the time."

An Yimo moved her body, An Mohan swam back and forth between her neck, she felt very hot.

"Did you take a shower?"

An Yimo suddenly thought of something, fixed his eyes on An Mohan, then approached him to ask, and finally pretended to smell bad.

"Woo, it stinks, go take a shower."

Get off An Mohan, pull him up and push him into the bathroom.

"You accompany me..."

"Ahhh... An Mohan, I'll kill you..."

On this not particularly peaceful night, An Yimo's angry voice and An Mohan's triumphant laughter came from An's villa, and all of these were the happiness of An Yimo and An Mohan.

(End of this chapter)