Villain: After I broke up with the female CEO, I chose my best friend

Song Wanting signaled a few of her men to drag the two away.

If An Yan remembered correctly, one of them had a dog farm, and the two men were probably taken there after being interrogated.

"Miss Song, please spare my life for all the years I have devoted to the Song family."

Old Qi was still begging for mercy, but Song Wanting was not shaken at all.

For a big family, the fate of being disloyal is death.

Seeing Qi Yushu, who was furious and ready to sneak away,

An Yan did not forget to give him another stab.

"Mr. Qi, where did your high spirits just now go? You are so generous, spending 700 million to buy an old jade that is less than 2 million."

Qi Yushu turned his head and looked at him fiercely,

"You knew it a long time ago but didn't say it, was it because you wanted to see me embarrassed?"

An Yan shrugged to show that he was innocent.

"No? I thought a pig could see it? How could you not see it, Mr. Qi?"

An Yan expressed innocence. This was actually just scolding Qi Yushu for not being as good as a pig.

Qi Yushu was so angry that he just walked away.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

An Yan looked and found that it was Miss Wu Qianqian pinching his waist with her slender fingers.

"What are you doing? Don't you know that men and women should not touch each other?"

Wu Qianqian frowned slightly:"Who were you scolding just now?"

Although his words were aimed at Qi Yushu, they had the effect of thousands of arrows being shot at once.

He was the only one at the scene who could tell that the jade was fake.

Miss Wu Qianqian said that she was offended again.

An Yan also understood immediately:"I didn't say anything about you, don't take a seat with your code name."

"Humph."

Wu Qianqian then put down her jade hand.

At this time, Song Wanting came over.

"Master An, thank you."

"Miss Song, we are lucky to meet each other. You can call me Anyan. If you don't mind, I will call you Yishen Wanting."

"An Yan, you are really talented. You are a real talent. Your level is comparable to that of a treasure appraiser. I wonder who taught you?"

An Yan smiled calmly, with the demeanor of a master.

"No, I just play and watch more, and after years of immersion, I know a thing or two."

Song Wanting didn't seem to believe what he said.

After all, even someone like her who has been dealing in antiques for a long time didn't recognize blood jade, but

An Yan could talk about it clearly. Without the guidance of a few masters, it would be impossible to learn it.

Song Wanting was a smart woman.

Since An Yan didn't want to talk more, she naturally didn't ask any more questions.

"I have to thank you very much for what happened today, otherwise I would not only be embarrassed in front of my clan members, but I would also be deceived by this person forever."

Song Wanting's words were sincere.

After all, power struggles between large families are still common, and the Song family is no exception.

Song Wanting has made great contributions to the Song family in business management.

She has a cousin who is inferior to her in all aspects, but he is the eldest son in the family and has a much higher advantage in competition.

As long as Song Wanting makes the slightest mistake, he will pursue her relentlessly.

If she was really cheated out of several hundred million by her confidant this time, her cousin would probably have to hire several UC editors to write articles for her, and they would not stop for ten days and ten nights, so Song Wanting's gratitude was also from the bottom of her heart.

"It's just a small matter, don't take it to heart."

An Yan said lightly, but he was very happy in his heart.

He just copied the plot of the novel to show off, but he didn't expect it to be so effective.

Song Wanting shook her head.

"This is a small matter for you, An Yan, but it is a big matter for me."

"Now I will go and take care of these household chores first. Can An Yan give me some prestige? I will treat you to a meal tomorrow to express my gratitude."

An Yan still looked calm and composed, as if he was in a high position and felt lonely.

"Wanting, you are too polite, it is really not a big deal."

Song Wanting still insisted:"Please don't refuse An Yan, otherwise Wanting will feel guilty for the rest of her life."

In the end, An Yan"had no choice" to agree to the other party's request and handed over his WeChat.

After Song Wanting got An Yan's WeChat, she smiled happily and left with her entourage, probably to deal with Mr. Qi's affairs.

"Tsk tsk tsk…"

"What a move! Xiang Zhuang dances with a sword, aiming at Pei Gong. Master An, isn't your refusal a little too fake?