Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 97 Washing hands in a golden basin

The doorbell rang and Yan An went to open the door in his slippers.

She opened the door only after she saw through the smart peephole that it was Zhao Mingzhao.

Before she could ask Zhao Mingzhao what he wanted to see her about, she was embraced in his arms.

Yan An frowned and tried to push the person away, but then he heard Zhao Mingzhao say, "Someone is following me."

Yan An finally relaxed his strength and without looking around, he asked quietly, "What should I do?"

"Just let me hug you."

Zhao Mingzhao thought to himself that hearing that Fu Shen was quitting today had a great impact on him.

Yan An really needs to recharge.

Yan An stood there and let him hold him. After about ten minutes, Yan An was so bored that he wanted to look at his phone.

Zhao Mingzhao finally let her go, blinked, and asked, "Can I come in and sit down?"

"Of course." Yan An stepped aside.

On the sofa in the reception area on the first floor of the villa.

Yan An's eyes widened. "Is this true?"

Zhao Mingzhao leaned against the sofa and sighed, "Will he destroy the evidence of his previous crimes?"

Yan An: "Did he say when he would start to turn over a new leaf? When would he be able to resolve the previous issues?"

Zhao Mingzhao shook his head and sighed again: "If everything is gone, then what have I been busy doing all these years..."

Yan An, "It's a good deed for Fu Shen to become a new man."

"My merits?" Zhao Mingzhao raised his head, and his peach blossom eyes lit up again.

Yan An choked, thought for a moment and said, "You get half, and Xiaobai gets the other half."

"Oh. I feel so uncomfortable." Zhao Mingzhao lay back down. "Can I rest here for a while and have a meal?"

"It's you who does it anyway, after all, you dislike my craftsmanship." Yan An brought him a glass of warm water.

After Zhao Mingzhao drank a large glass of water, the two went to the supermarket to buy groceries.

When Yan An was picking something up from the shelf, he glanced inadvertently and saw the person following Zhao Mingzhao.

After returning from shopping at the supermarket, Zhao Mingzhao started to busy himself in the kitchen. He looked like a soldier in an apron.

With the induction cooker and three pots all in use, they were busy as hell.

Yan An walked to the door and asked, "Is there..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Mingzhao interrupted him: "This is my battlefield, go play with your phone."

Yan An opened the fruit plate he bought from the supermarket and placed it next to him, then returned to the sofa to watch a variety show.

After dinner, Zhao Mingzhao showed no intention of leaving.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Yan An did not persuade him to leave. After all, it was only 8 o'clock in the evening.

The two of them watched a variety show together, and Yan An specially projected a light-hearted and funny one that made people laugh until their stomachs hurt.

But Zhao Mingzhao was not affected by the happy atmosphere at all, which showed how bad his mood was.

Put yourself in their shoes. It is really hard to accept that you have taken on a big job and worked hard for several years, but the results are about to be wasted.

At nine o'clock, Liu Yong sent a video call.

Yan An answered the phone and Liu Yong greeted her very cheerfully.

Judging from the background, he seems to be in the villa behind Tsz Shan Monastery.

"An An, how are you doing lately?"

Yan An raised his hand and greeted, "I'm doing fine, how about you guys?"

"We're all fine, nothing's wrong." Liu Yong chuckled, "It's just that I miss you because of the money."

Qian Lai's face appeared in the picture. He pushed up his glasses and whispered, "The boss is resting in the mountains. Do you want to come and play?"

The next moment, the camera turned and aimed at Song Bojian who was reading a book.

Song Bojian raised his eyes and put the book down. "Have you taken the medicine I sent you to nourish your spirit?"

Yan An: "Drink it, drink it."

The picture shook and seemed to be handed to Song Bojian.

A deadly angle from the chin appeared.

But even from this angle, it looks good...

Song Bojian: "Have you slept well recently?"

Yan An nodded: "I'm fine. You're all in good health too, right? How's Brother Liu Yong recovering?"

"Very well." Song Bo replied simply, "I'm recovering very well."

Qian Lai sighed, "You guys are chatting like I would with my mom on the phone... You obviously haven't read the book The Art of Conversation.

An An, do you want to come out and play? I'll take you for a walk."

"I don't think it's very good." Zhao Mingzhao suddenly leaned into the camera and smiled mischievously.

Song Bojian paused. Qian Lai and Liu Yong had already come over and saw Zhao Mingzhao.

Liu Yong glared, "You grown man, why are you here with An An so late at night instead of resting at home?"

Qian Lai narrowed his eyes and asked, "Boy, you are not busy?"

Yan An grabbed a little space and revealed half of his face. "He's in a bad mood, don't mention the word 'not busy'..."

Although he didn't understand why he was not allowed to mention this word, Qian Lai still changed the subject.

In the end, the call became a conversation between Zhao Mingzhao, Liu Yong and Qian Lai.

They were chatting animatedly, and Yan An went back to watching the variety show.

At half past nine, Liu Yong and Qian Lai urged Zhao Mingzhao to go home quickly, and the call was finally over.

The answer to when Fu Shen made the change soon became clear.

Jiang Xiaobai came back to have dinner with Yan An. Yan An said it was okay and let her go and have a relationship.

But she heard her say that Fu Shen was on a business trip and would be away for a while.

This period of time was actually quite long and Fu Shen seemed to have disappeared, without even sending a message to Jiang Xiaobai.

But considering that Fu Shen was busy dealing with things or needed to hide his whereabouts, it was understandable.

With Yan An by his side, Jiang Xiaobai's mood didn't get worse, but of course it didn't get better either.

Jiang Xiaobai was very worried about Fu Shen as he hadn't seen him for a long time.

He was not found in the villa, the company, or the hospital.

It was like he was disappearing, and she often had nightmares.

Winter begins and the first snow falls.

She received a message from Fu Shen asking her to go to a restaurant.

At that time, she and Yan An were sitting on the sofa playing a two-player game.

An An is "unyielding" and firmly believes that they can get through this level, but Jiang Xiaobai is a little hesitant.

Yan An noticed the change in her expression after she checked her phone and immediately asked, "What's wrong? Is there any news about Brother Fu?"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded and showed her the message.

Yan An turned off the TV and said, "What game? Let's go see how Brother Fu is doing."

Then the two changed out of their pajamas and took a taxi to the restaurant.

The elevator goes up to the top floor, which is an entire floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the bustling Qing City at night, and the dense lights are brighter than stars.

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai, the manager at the door gave a polite smile and his eyes fell on Yan An, and the manager was a little confused.

Yan An glanced inside. There were many customers, but there were also plenty of empty seats. So what was this manager struggling with?

She came to see how Fu Shen was doing and then left. Besides, Fu Shen had disappeared for so long and suddenly came back with only a text message, so she was worried about Jiang Xiaobai.

To this end, she had a knife tied to her thigh, which was covered by her burgundy long skirt with a slit on one side, and a gun in her handbag, just in case.

"I came here with my friends and sat at a table by myself."

"Why don't you sit with us?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

Yan An: "I won't disturb you."

Xiaobai blushed slightly, took Yan An's hand and looked at the staff.

The manager smiled politely, "So you're friends. Please come in."

The staff was very considerate and arranged two adjacent tables.

Yan An refused. The staff was puzzled, but still respected her idea.

Yan An ordered the food and started eating, keeping an eye on Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't order any food. He just sat there, waiting quietly and feeling a little nervous.

Before the dishes were served, the lights on the entire floor suddenly went out, and there were bursts of exclamations from the surrounding guests.

Yan An rushed to Jiang Xiaobai's desk immediately.

Jiang Xiaobai hugged her arm nervously, "An An, what happened?"