Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Leng Yunting looked at Yan An and Tang Xucheng, and tightened his hands on his knees.

When Yan An and the others finished their New Year greetings and went out, they ran into Zhao Heqian who was holding a bouquet of flowers.

He was wearing a black suit with a burgundy shirt underneath. The first few buttons of the shirt were open, and a thin silver chain hung around his neck.

The moment he saw Yan An, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his eyes raised, and he walked over with long legs.

"Yan An."

Tang Xucheng, who came out to see Yan An off, felt a small alarm in his heart beeping, and he stood directly in front of Yan An.

"What?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, first confused, then shocked, and finally understood.

He is who he is!

I originally thought they looked alike, but I didn't expect them to really be...

That Leng Qinghuai...

The two of them frowned.

"What are you doing, Young Master Tang?" Zhao Heqian raised the corner of his mouth.

Tang Xucheng narrowed his eyes, "Your perfume is too strong, I'm afraid you'll stink Yan An."

"It smells really good. Young Master, have you finished your homework? Please get up."

"I'm a college student, not an elementary school student."

"In terms of personality, there's no difference."

"you……"

Neither of them gave in. Leng Yunting grabbed Yan An's wrist and pulled him out.

Yan An: ? ?

When I'm not controlled by the plot, would I still let you bully me?

"Hiss! Yan'an, let go." Leng Yunting's face turned pale and blue. His wrist was bent by Yan An at this time, and it seemed to be broken!

"Oh Yan'an, let go!" Ji Qian was startled and came over to pull Yan'an.

Yan An let go of Leng Yunting before Ji Qian touched her.

Yan An acted surprised, "I'm sorry, Yun Ting, I didn't mean it. Are you okay?"

Leng Yunting felt severe pain in his wrist, but he couldn't show it in public.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to be easily counterattacked by a little woman.

It turns out that Yan An went to the old house and really learned from Chen Zhi...

Zhao Heqian and Tang Xucheng stopped arguing with each other and hurried over, asking Yan An in unison: "Are you okay?"

Yan An was stunned for a moment, "I'm fine, it's Yun Ting who's in trouble. Your quarrel was so attractive that I didn't realize it was Yun Ting who got close to him and accidentally hurt him."

In fact, she really wanted to ask when these two people started to get along so badly.

The quarreling duo looked away, both feeling a bit awkward.

Zhao Heqian handed the flower to Yan An. The flower was made of coins and was wrapped together in red. It looked very pleasing to the eye.

"I wish you a prosperous new year."

Yan An had no reason to refuse such auspicious flowers.

She held the flowers in her arms and said, "Thank you."

I'll give Zhao Heqian a New Year's gift later.

Leng Yunting pretended that his wrist didn't hurt and stared at Yan An, as if he wanted to stare a hole in her.

Lin's father and mother each had their own thoughts and didn't say much. Zhao Heqian went to pay New Year's greetings first, and Tang Xucheng returned to the Tang residence after seeing everyone off.

When Mr. Tang saw him coming back, he asked with a smile, "Is your grandfather an authentic one?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Heqian, who was drinking tea, asked with a smile, "What do you mean by authentic or not?"

Tang Xucheng sat down next to Old Man Tang and smiled, "An An, please stay with me for the New Year."

"Ahem." Zhao Heqian put down his teacup, "You kid!"

"You're a kid."

Old Master Tang placed a red envelope next to Zhao Heqian and hurriedly left the battlefield with the other red envelopes.

Young people.

Lin's father and mother went straight home, while Yan An and Leng Yunting rushed to the old house.

Yan An originally thought that Leng Yunting would drive to the old house obediently, after all, she had just hit him hard, but she didn't expect him to stop the car on the side of the road halfway.

People were coming and going around, and this luxury car was parked on the side of the road, with many people's eyes wandering around the car.

Leng Yunting didn't care about the looks of these people, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

He opened the passenger seat and said coldly, "Get out of the car and let's talk."

Yan An vaguely heard people around him exclaiming.

"So handsome!"

"What kind of story is this where the overbearing president falls in love with me?"

"I also want to experience the feeling of crying in a luxury car."

Yan Anxin thought, forget it. Do you dare to come if someone wants to kill you?

Yan An crossed his arms, "Yun Ting~ Uncle is probably still waiting for us."

"Heh..." Leng Yunting leaned over and put his hand beside Yan An's ear, "Do you want your uncle to know about the good things you did?"

He stared at Yan An deeply, and suddenly kissed Yan An's lips.

Yan An was really scared. By the time she reacted, she had already kicked him out.

Leng Yunting stumbled and had to hold on to his feet. He looked at Yan An in shock and anger, "Yan An, I gave you face, didn't I?"

There was another burst of exclamations and some small laughter around.

The laughter sounded very harsh to Leng Yunting's ears.

"Yun Ting, this happened so suddenly that I wasn't prepared. You'd better get in the car. I almost kicked you down just now. It was so embarrassing."

There was another burst of snickers around, and Leng Yunting's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He strode back to the car and drove very fast, trying to make the fickle woman next to him feel scared.

He just wants a wife for marriage alliance, but he will never tolerate Yan An cheating!

Look at her flirting with those two men today.

Those people were just looking for something new, how could they care about such an ordinary woman?

And this woman really thinks she is so popular?

He had a good idea, but as the car accelerated, the person next to him just sat there with a blank expression.

Leng Yunting didn't believe it and stepped on the accelerator. Yan An gave him a cold look and said, "You are speeding. You will be deducted points."

Leng Yunting, "..."

The car slowed down slowly, and Yan An just looked at the scenery outside the window.

The system once told her that the heroine would not die even if she was hit by a car.

If the car had accelerated and had an accident just now, that would be a competition to see who has a tougher life, the male or the female protagonist.

Yan An originally thought so, and he might have been killed by the male protagonist.

She didn't kill the man, so Leng Yunting's death was justified.

But it would be so not worth it if I hit an innocent car or killed myself.

If she really lost the competition and died, her little treasury would cry.

So she spoke up to remind him.

Fortunately, Leng Yunting still valued his life, and after she reminded him, he knew to slow down.

Leng Yunting had a cold face and didn't say anything. He was suppressing some inexplicable emotions.

He concluded that it was anger.

When they arrived at the old house, Yan An went in and took out a big red envelope, but he didn't even go in the door.

He closed his eyes, unable to contain his anger any longer, and drove away.

Yan An took a few steps back before getting into the car.

This bastard sprayed exhaust all over her face.

Han Lin, who came out to see Yan An off, frowned as he watched the car driving away, but smiled again when he faced Yan An.

"Wait a moment, An An. I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"Ok."

The car drove out of the garage. Chen just smiled. Leng Qinghuai was sitting in the back seat. She said that Leng Qinghuai had something to do and was just giving her a ride.

Yan An was sent back to the Lin family, and Chen Zhi took Leng Qinghuai away.

In the evening, Ji Qian came to call her and said that she wanted to teach Yan An how to make shrimp dumplings.

In fact, the dough had already been rolled out. Ji Qian carefully taught Yan An how to make shrimp dumplings, chatting and laughing.

Lin Yue ate dinner in the house, and for the first time ever, there were a few heavy dishes on the table.

Ji Qian kept picking up food for her. Yan An looked at the dishes that usually whetted her appetite, but now she felt a little full.

If my guess is correct, Ji Qian wants to talk to her about something.