Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

After a few days of traveling abroad, the program team held a masquerade ball to conclude the show.

In the morning, Yan An and Song Bojian had a leisurely breakfast. After lunch, Yan An, who was still taking a nap, was woken up by the stylist and makeup artist to do his hair.

When she regained consciousness, all she needed to do was put on her skirt.

She had been so comfortable these past few days that her iron will to work almost broke.

Of course, he only had a lazy moment to do his hair. Yan An then cheered himself up and went to participate in the finale of the show.

As the sky gradually darkened, Song Bojian, wearing a black ball mask, was already waiting in the car.

Yan An, wearing a burgundy glittering haute couture dress and a black mask, got into the car.

Her fair neck and shoulders were exposed, and paired with red lips and a burgundy tube top dress, she looked unusually gorgeous.

"Teacher Song, you didn't have to wait too long, did you?" She closed the car door, adjusted her skirt, and drove towards the venue of the dance.

"I just got in the car too." Song Bojian took out a black velvet box from the other side.

He opened it and took out the diamond necklace. "This is more suitable than the pendant on your neck."

Yan An didn't answer, but smiled, "It's okay, it's all the same. Thank you, Teacher Song."

The cameraman and the director filming in front were worried about Yan An.

It's a gift from someone, just take it.

How come everything is the same...

This kid, no wonder he couldn’t catch up with President Fu for so long, there’s no hope for him.

I followed Yan An during the filming with the director and became familiar with her.

He coughed lightly a few times and kept winking at Yan An.

Yan An saw it.

She didn't contribute any decent romance scenes or plots to the show, perhaps this was arranged by the production team.

"I mean, it's the same if I wear it myself, but it would be better if Teacher Song put it on me."

The director followed and secretly gave Yan An a thumbs up.

Yan An nodded at her.

"Is someone guiding Yan An? Humph, I found out."

"Yan An, if you dare to reject Mr. Song, I will fight you."

"That's a diamond necklace, you don't even want it?"

"I'm lending it to her, not giving it to her. Don't be so narcissistic!"

"Upstairs, the person who gave it to you didn't say anything, and the one who received it didn't say anything, so they just let you live there smartly. How do you know?"

There was a lot of noise in the barrage, but this noisy situation was immediately broken up by a group of screaming people.

At this moment, a handsome man and a beautiful woman are approaching in the picture.

Song Bojian tilted his head and carefully put the necklace on Yan An, while Yan An remained quiet, allowing him to approach and help.

Since the cameraman was in the front passenger row, from his angle it looked like the two of them were hugging each other.

The picture looks good! The photographer smiled kindly.

The "An Jian" cp appeared in the barrage again.

"Security check, security check! Ahhhh! So sweet!"

"Look at how calm this old couple is. There's definitely something wrong with them."

"Ahhh, if it were me, I would faint as soon as Mr. Song got close to me."

"An An, my wife is so beautiful! I'm willing to marry you!"

"Although they've been staying in a hotel for the past few days while traveling abroad, there are still a lot of subtle and sweet interactions. I've edited them, check them out on my homepage."

"You are such a generous and good netizen."

After putting on the necklace, Yan An gave a shy smile to the camera and sat up straight.

The masquerade ball was attended not only by the members of their production team, but also by the locals, and after discussion with the production team, the host agreed to their joining.

Various lights were shining down, creating a very atmospheric atmosphere, and everyone was dancing to the music.

When Yan An and the others arrived, everyone had already started dancing to the changing music and lights, and the production crew's cameras were moving around.

They filmed not only the guests, but also the local customs and culture.

Yan An was not walking very steadily in her extremely high heels, but she was lucky to have her arm around Song Bojian.

Before the dance, she reminded: "It's easy for me to step on my partner's feet when I dance in high heels. Teacher Song, you have to be careful."

Song Bojian loved to smile in front of the camera. He gently curled his lips and nodded, his face full of tolerance towards Yan An.

Yan An also got used to his personality in front of the camera, and the two of them walked to the dance floor together and joined the dancing crowd.

On the other side, Zhao Mingzhao handed Sun Li a glass of wine with laxative in it. Sun Li took it after thanking him and slowly tasted the white wine in the glass.

After a while, Sun Li's expression changed, and she said awkwardly, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhao Mingzhao smiled charmingly, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you."

Sun Li nodded and walked out quickly.

After her figure disappeared in the crowd, the smile on Zhao Mingzhao's lips slowly faded, and he walked towards the direction where Fu Shen and Gu Meng had just left.

He caught up with the two men, who were already in the car.

The car was not prepared by the program crew. The driver's eyes were sharp and he looked at Zhao Mingzhao vigilantly.

Zhao Mingzhao just frowned and looked at Fu Shen, "Brother Fu, are you guys leaving?"

Fu Shen nodded and said, "I want to go back to China directly. Someone leaked the news."

On the other side, Gu Meng had an unhappy look on his face, crossed his arms and looked like he didn't want to pay any attention to anyone.

"It's so annoying. It's all in vain." She complained.

When Fu Shen's cold gaze fell on her, she immediately suppressed her temper and just looked aggrieved.

"What should we do in there?" asked Zhao Mingzhao.

"If they can't find anyone, they'll leave and you can go back to recording your show."

After saying that, Fu Shen didn't wait for Zhao Mingzhao to ask any questions and directly closed the car door.

The car quickly disappeared at the end of the street. Zhao Mingzhao stood there, quickly smoked a cigarette, and returned to the dance party.

He walked back to his original position and just picked up the wine glass when he was suddenly pointed at the back of his waist with a gun.

At the same time, Yan An and Song Bojian, who were in the middle of the dance floor, also had guns pointed at their lower backs.

There was an invisible circle of people surrounding them, this circle of people was covering for the people holding them hostage, and the camera had long been blocked outside the crowd.

The two people clasped their hands and looked at each other while still dancing.

Yan An read Song Bojian's emotions from his eyes.

He was a little surprised and... worried about her safety...

Seeing that Song Bojian did not take any further action, Yan An did not resist. The two were taken hostage and left through the side door, slowly away from the lively dance party.

The hoods were put on the heads of both of them. Song Bojian held Yan An's hand tightly without letting go. It was warm and powerful, which made Yan An feel a little relieved.

Those people didn't make things too difficult for them.

Just took them in the car and took them to an unknown place.

The place was noisy at first. Yan An couldn't understand their language, but he could tell from their tone that they were cursing.

There was the sound of wine glasses clinking and wine bottles colliding. In short, the sound was very noisy.

Like... a casino.

Then they walked down with guns pointed at them, and the noise gradually became smaller, but it was still audible.

The sound of an iron door opening was heard, Yan An was pushed, and then fell into someone's arms.

The hood was taken off, and Song Bojian held her waist and looked at her with inquiring eyes.

Yan An shook her head to indicate that she was fine. She glanced around the small room filled with secondhand smoke.

A group of muscular foreigners stared at them with fierce eyes.

Opposite them, there was a scarred man sitting on the sofa, with people standing behind him like bodyguards. It was obvious that they were all led by this man.

The man was short, and when he smiled his face was full of wrinkles, which made him look very festive and easy to get along with. In fact, his eyes were full of brilliance.

On the sofa on the other side, Zhao Mingzhao, who had just taken off his hood, felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw Yan An and Song Bojian appear here.

The subordinate handed the short man a pair of headphones. The man put them on and looked at Yan An, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Rose?"

Yan An: ...

Rose? Describe her, or call her?