Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 4

There is a Mr. Song, use your name to participate in our group's lottery, you have won a prize! !

Qin Anhao accompanies Qin Yuruo to look at the house, but Mo Ming miraculously gets the house himself.

When the key, real estate certificate and various legal contract documents were delivered to her, Qin Anhao's dazed mood after winning the lottery finally seemed to return to a little bit of reality from the erratic sense of emptiness.

However, there was an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

Coming home from Dongfang International, it was time for dinner at home.

The family sat down to eat, and Qin An really wanted to try to mention the winning of the lottery to her parents, to find out; but just as she opened her mouth, Qin's mother beat her to the front.

"How is that one today?"

Qin's mother was asking about a blind date. What she was looking forward to most was that her daughter could have a boyfriend, and don't procrastinate getting married.

Hearing this, Qin Anhao took a mouthful of rice impatiently, and finally swallowed it and shook his head.

When Qin Anhao shook her head like this, Qin's mother's complexion sank, she sighed helplessly, put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand, pointed at Qin Anhao and said, "You... well, I know you, you will finish your meal later, go early Rest, there is a skirt in your room, it was sent by your fifth aunt, remember to wear it tomorrow."

"What did Aunt Fifth give me the skirt this time?"

As soon as Qin's mother's voice fell, Qin Anhao asked.

Her fifth aunt often gave her skirts, but every time she was asked to serve as a foil for Qin Yuruo, and she was an irresistible foil.

"Yuruo is engaged to her boyfriend and I want you to be a bridesmaid." Qin's mother said indifferently. She was originally complaining, but suddenly she seemed to remember something, and continued: "Look, Yuruo will Engaged!"

Qin Yuruo was born a year later than Qin Anhao, and with the month difference, the difference between the two was nearly two years.

Now Qin Yuruo will get engaged tomorrow, and if there is no accident, he will get married at the end of the year.

On the other hand, Qin Anhao doesn't even have a boyfriend.

Qin's mother sighed, anxious about Qin Anhao's affairs. Thinking of this, Qin's mother became anxious; she stopped eating, looked up at Qin Anhao, and continued to mutter.

Qin An couldn't listen to it, and didn't really want to hear it; when Qin's mother was talking, she lowered her head and took a few mouthfuls of food, then stood up abruptly and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

After saying that, Qin Anhao turned around and went straight into the bathroom.

"You kid..."

Mother Qin continued to sigh...

Get out of the shower.

Qin Anhao's parents had eaten their fill, packed up the dishes, and were about to go for a walk.

When he saw Qin Anhao, he didn't think about finding a boyfriend to marry. He just stood behind the door and shouted from a distance: "Let's go out for a walk. If you want to go out, remember to take the key with you."

Qin Anhao also responded from a distance.

After a while.

The house became extremely quiet.

Usually, after taking a shower, Qin An is used to surfing the Internet before going to bed, but as soon as she returned to the house today, she was attracted by the small red notebook that was still in the trash can.

He approached by accident, bent down and picked up the small red book, opened it again and looked at it.

The names and photos inside made Qin Anhao's back go numb in fright.

Song Yizheng!
Mr. Song?
The man in the photo frowned slightly, with indifferent displeasure written on his face. If she remembered correctly, the man in the photo was the one she was talking to at the Oriental International Sales Department today!
Qin Anhao shook his head, comforting himself in his heart, there is no such coincidence in the world.

But just as she calmed down her swelled head, the mobile phone on the table suddenly rang.

Simple and monotonous self-contained music, gradually growing.

Qin Anhao first picked up the phone and looked down at the incoming call.

It shows that it is an unfamiliar number, but it is a call from the same city.

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Anhao connected the phone.

A low-mellow and charming voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Where?"

Simple and neat questioning, even modal particles are omitted.

Qin Anhao didn't recognize who the other party was for a while, and didn't understand why the other party asked her where she was. She was stunned for a while before replying: "I'm at home, who are you?"

"Go downstairs."

beep……

Qin Anhao asked who it was, but the other party directly gave an order and hung up the phone.

Qin Anhao was confused.

Taking back the mobile phone that was listening to the call by his ear, he looked down at the call time... nine seconds!
Really...

Simply...

In the end, Qin Anhao put the phone back on the table, thinking about the content of the call in his mind, and finally ignored it as a prank.

Turning around and leaning against the head of the bed, wanting to sleep for a while, but thinking about the red book I picked up from the trash can before.

Take it out again and open it up.

After just a glance, Qin Anhao immediately remembered the voice that called her earlier, it was clearly the person he met in Dongfang International today; and that person's appearance was the same as the man on the marriage certificate....

thought here.

Qin An hurriedly jumped up, picked up the phone, and called back.

It took half an hour to connect.

She didn't give the other party a chance to speak, and asked directly: "Are you Song Yizheng?"

"Yes."

The other party answered affirmatively without hesitation, he was Song Yizheng.

"you know me?"

After asking the other person, ask yourself again.

The other party answered with the same affirmation: "Qin Anhao."

Three words, bitten clearly, speaking in a natural and calm tone.

You can feel the calmness of the other party and the rigor when speaking.

Hearing the other party's answer, Qin Anhao felt his head swell a little.

Taken together; if it wasn't a prank, the marriage certificate in her hand might...maybe...be real.

Qin Anhao was so nervous that he felt a little dizzy,

The other party said at this time: "I'm here."

After finishing speaking, there was another beep... sound after the phone was hung up.

Qin Anhao had no choice but to withdraw his hand, looked at the phone screen for a while, then stood up hesitantly, took the phone and the small red notebook and went downstairs.

As Mr. Song said, he has indeed arrived.

When Qin Anhao went downstairs, he saw a black car parked outside the exit of Building B.

The night was slightly dark, and it was hard to see what kind of car it was.

She approached, lowered her head and looked into the glass window; the glass window was lowered halfway when she lowered her head, revealing the handsome lower half of her face covered by shadows in the driver's seat, with her plump and thin lips slightly pursed, which made Qin An very happy. You can see who it is at a glance! !

"Song Yizheng?"

Her questioning voice was raised a little higher, but her voice was as thin as a brook.

The other party nodded slightly, and responded with an "um" from the nose, which was too cold and arrogant.

Hearing the voice, Qin Anhao was sure it was that person. He didn't rush into the car, and directly took out the small red notebook in his hand, and asked, "Are you Song Yizheng from here?"

This is the third time that Qin Anhao has called Song Yizheng by his name directly. In fact, Song Yizheng hates being called by his first and last name the most.

Can bear it three times because he regards her as his legal wife.

Turn your head.

Song Yizheng looked at Qin Anhao coldly, frowned his handsome brows slightly, and shouted coldly: "Get in the car." An imperative invitation that cannot be refused.

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(End of this chapter)