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An Hao wanted to leave as well, but Wei Ziming stopped her, "You should be able to come back later. Please stay with me, it's so boring to be alone."

An Hao turned around and looked at him, "Young Master Wei, I'm not coming out."

"I know." Wei Ziming laughed: "I just want you to accompany me and chat."

After a few minutes, Li Jingjing returned and chatted with Wei Ziming for a while, mainly about Lin Lang's attitude and whether or not he understood the underlying meaning of this round.

An Hao had been pouring wine for the two of them at the side, and was too lazy to listen to their conversation. Now that she heard Lin Lang's name and wanted to use her blade to kill someone, she tried her best to block out all the sounds.

"I thought he would owe me a favor for that girl." Wei Ziming said carelessly: "I didn't expect him to leave so quickly."

An Hao only felt a sword stabbing into her heart, she was a little aggrieved, she never expected Lin Lang to abandon her and ignore her.

Li Jingjing smiled, "How can he care about a woman who goes with the wine? When he was in high school, the young miss of the Wen family chased after him tenderly. He even ignored her. I heard that she was still his fiancée. "

"Heh …" Wei Ziming scoffed, "Do you really think that she is just a drinking partner?"

An Hao suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him in shock. Could it be that he recognized her? How could this be? How could someone like him know a normal commoner like her?

After about half an hour, Wei Ziming and Li Jingjing finally left Xuan Ye.

An Hao drank a little too much, but she was not that drunk. It was just that she was dizzy, she still remembered what Wei Lin had promised her, but she could not be seen anywhere in the employee room. Some said that she had left a long time ago.

An Hao felt that he had been tricked, but after changing his clothes, he stuffed his business card into Wei Lin's work clothes, hoping that she would be smart enough to contact him soon.

It was almost midnight when he walked out of Xuan Ye. As the night wind blew, An Hao felt even more dizzy. When he walked to the side of the road, he couldn't help but stop and rub his temples.

Just then, a car stopped at the side of the road. An Hao thought it was a taxi and quickly took two steps to open the car door and get in. Leaning back against the car, he closed his eyes: "To 800 lanes."

No one made a sound, and the car did not start either. An Hao felt that it was weird, and just as he was about to open his eyes, a familiar voice sounded out.

"You're really getting more and more out of hand. Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment coming to this sort of place to sell your looks?"

Hearing that, all the thorns on An Hao's body stood straight up, his eyes stared straight at him as he roared: "What do you care about me?"

As she spoke, she reached to open the door, only to find that the guy had locked it. She couldn't open the door no matter how hard she tried. She angrily hammered the door and glared at the man behind the driver's seat, "You open the door for me. I want to get out."

How could Lin Lang listen to her? Not only did he not open the door, he even drove the carriage out.

An Hao was angered even more, he leaned over and slapped the back of the driver's seat and bellowed: "I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

Lin Lang replied without turning his head, "Fasten your seat belt. Don't blame me for not reminding you that I'm driving drunk."

"Huh? Driving drunk? " An Hao laughed in ridicule, and suddenly remembered that in Xuan Ye's room, he seemed to have said that she was dirty, and she laughed: "Didn't you say you despised me for being dirty? Isn't it impossible for me to even sit by your side? How come you let me in your car now? Aren't you afraid that I'll taint your precious car? "Lin, San, Shao."

"How clean did you think you were?" Lin Lang glanced at her: "Sit properly, do you hear me?"

"Why am I not clean?" Not only did An Hao not sit properly, he even climbed up the front seat with effort. As he crawled, he angrily complained, "That was for work, so what if I was drinking? I'm doing all this for my job. You don't know anything, so what right do you have to say that I'm not clean? "

However, her body was still stuck in the middle between the front and back seats, unable to move forward or retreat. She angrily slapped the car seat and shouted at Lin Lang: "Let me go, you heartless person, I originally sent you home in the middle of the night, I took care of you all night long, but what happened? You're not going to save me today? Lin Lang, what about your conscience, was it eaten by a dog? "

Seeing that she was stuck in such a bad situation, Lin Lang still stopped his car by the side of the road. He put her down and got her to sit in the front seat, then helped her fasten her seat belt, and casually said: "You don't have to feel wronged, it was you who wanted to draw a clear line between us, I pretended not to know you, don't you like what you want?"

He started the car and drove off.

"You are forcing logic." An Hao could not help but ask with reddened eyes: "How can the situation be the same? Don't you think what if that man really takes me away? How could a weak girl like me, who had no power or influence, resist him? What if something happens to me? "

Wei Ziming was not that kind of person, he had already guessed what kind of plan he had in mind, that's why he left so quickly. He wanted to explain, but when he saw her wronged and angry expression, he suddenly remembered that morning, he was looking forward to the porridge on the ribs and the 100 dollars he received from home and home uniform.

He narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Something has happened to you? Shouldn't that be something your husband should think about? What has it got to do with me? "

An Hao blinked his eyes: "What did you say?"

Lin Lang glanced at her. In the end, he didn't have the heart to say it the second time, but An Hao had already reacted, causing her to become excited once again. She reached out to pull on the handle, and when she realized that she still couldn't open it, she snatched Lin Lang's steering wheel.

"Open the door for me, I want to get off, you son of a bitch."

The car made a turn on the road, and almost crashed into a greenery on the side of the road. Lin Lang held onto the steering wheel and turned the car around, frowning as he shouted at An Hao: "Can you stay here? If you don't want to live, I still want to live. "

An Hao was stunned by the roar, and retorted back: "I said I want to get off, are you deaf?"

Lin Lang took a deep breath, parked the car by the side of the road, and looked towards An Hao. In a deep voice, he asked: "Come, tell me, what are you doing?"

An Hao glared at him angrily, but pursed her lips without saying a word.

Lin Lang scoffed, "Is there something wrong with what I said? Tell me, what's wrong with it? "

Everything was wrong. When encountering this kind of situation, only one's own husband would be able to deal with it? Others can only watch with their eyes? Besides, they couldn't be considered as outsiders, could they? She wasn't his wife, and she had even saved him, so why couldn't he save her?