Raiders of Abuse Scum

Anyone who has seen this photo can tell that these two are truly in love with each other.

The man An Ning longed for would eventually marry Song Qingyang, who was nothing compared to her.

An Ning was unwilling to give in, but she didn't know what to do.

Meng Yilang had someone deal with An Ning for Song Qingyang's sake, and An Ning's heart was already dead.

An Ning doesn't want Meng Yilang to be with Song Qingyang, but she doesn't want to be with Meng Yilang either. What she wants is nothing more than Meng Yilang's sincerity and his regret.

When An Ning opened her eyes, she was sitting in the passenger seat of a moving car.

There was a faint cold fragrance on the tip of her nose. An Ning turned her head slightly and saw an extremely handsome profile. The clear jaw line was like a sharp blade, splitting the flesh and blood on the chest and drilling straight into the heart, making people feel heart palpitations. , the tightly pursed thin lips collapsed into a straight line, the pink and white color revealed a ruthless taste, and the high bridge of the nose was a pair of sharp eyes, staring at the road ahead like a falcon.

This handsome and ruthless man is Meng Yilang.

Aware of An Ning's gaze, Meng Yilang turned his head slightly, his light gray pupils rushing toward him with overwhelming pressure.

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked out instantly, and the tranquility was instantly suffocated.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Yilang's voice was mellow with the mellowness accumulated over the years. His voice was as thick as old wine, making An Ning's heart beat faster unconsciously.

An Ning just accepted the memory. She didn't know how far the plot was going. She didn't feel comfortable answering rashly, so she shook her head and replied, "It's okay."

Meng Yilang hummed indifferently and continued to look at the road.

An Ning turned her head and pretended to look at the road, but in fact she was recalling where the plot was now, but no matter how she recalled it, she couldn't think of any useful information.

The journey always has an end, and the end of this journey is Meng Yilang's apartment in the city center.

The door lock of the apartment is a fingerprint lock. When you open the door, the aunt who has received Meng Yilang's message has thoughtfully prepared today's lunch, a sweet and sour short ribs, a steamed oriental pancake, a cold cucumber, and a clear soup. Fried vegetables.

The aunt put the dishes on the table and returned to the nanny's room.

An Ning recalled the original owner's habit and got up to help Meng Yilang with the meal.

After the meal, all the dishes were removed. An Ning brought the fruits that Auntie had washed and cut to the table. She inserted a piece of kiwi fruit with a toothpick and handed it to Meng Yilang's lips.

However, Meng Yilang, who used to go with the flow and swallow everything in his mouth, did not open his mouth today, and even stepped back without leaving a trace.

An Ning's arm holding the toothpick froze for a moment, she raised her head slightly and met Meng Yilang's eyes full of consideration.

Meng Yilang's gaze was as sharp and direct as a ray, with an exploration from the outside to the inside, looking up and down, inside and out, looking at An Ning for a long time.

An Ning felt that Meng Yilang's gaze was like a knife, almost cutting her skin and bones, just like an animal's instinct to explode its fur when it feels threatened. An Ning's back stiffened, and a flattering smile subconsciously appeared on her face: "What's wrong? "

"I have already transferred the ownership of this apartment to your name."

Meng Yilang's voice was low and deep, making people drunk like old wine that had been collected for many years, but his words were like a ladle of cold water poured directly on An Ning's head, and An Ning was stunned for a moment.

"You said last time that you didn't like this company. I've already said hello to the company. If you want to change companies, I'll help you connect with HT. If you want to open a studio, you can also directly affiliate with HT. With Xiao Zhen there, no one dares to embarrass you."

After saying this, Meng Yilang paused and lowered his head to look at An Ning. Seeing that An Ning just looked at him blankly and did not keep asking questions as he expected, Meng Yilang breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time felt that something was out of his control. displeasure.

But thinking of what he had to do, Meng Yilang suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and continued: "I have asked Assistant Wang to take care of the stocks, houses, and cars, as well as the few things you wanted so much before. A resource will be delivered tomorrow. Is there anything else you want?"

An Ning finally knew what time it was.

Now is the day when Meng Yilang decides to marry Song Qingyang and has a showdown with An Ning.

In the previous two tasks, she started the task before anything happened. This time, she reached the end as soon as she started, catching her off guard. At this moment, she heard Meng Yilang's voice again, "Is there anything else you want?" At that moment, An Ning almost screamed.

She wants to turn back time, can you do it?

The deal was already done, and there was nothing she could do no matter how crazy she went.

An Ning wanted Meng Yilang to be sincere and regretful, so naturally she couldn't do what An Ning did.

Not only would that not make Meng Yilang change his mind, but it would push him further and further away. But if she agreed so lightly, it would make her seem particularly boring. An Ning raised her head and looked at Meng Yilang.

Meng Yilang was born in the Meng family and graduated from one of the world's top universities. After graduating with a master's degree, he took over the family business and doubled the value of his first project tenfold. This man is like an apple that has been kissed by God countless times. Everything he owns is It's what other people want to get but can't get it all their lives, but he alone has so much.

He was favored by God, so he developed a character that he said nothing about everything. After An Ning was by his side for five years, he could easily send her away with money. Talking about feelings to him was like playing the piano to a cow.

He was twenty-eight years old when An Ning met Meng Yilang, and now he is thirty-three years old. His face is still as handsome as when An Ning first met five years ago, but he has more stability and pride accumulated over many years. It was like the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, carrying an everlasting coldness. In the weather in September, An Ning shivered from the cold.

This man's feelings are like oxygen at a height of 10,000 meters, so thin that it is almost nonexistent.

Since we can't talk about feelings, we should find a new way.

An Ning smiled at Meng Yilang and said, "Mr. Meng has planned so much for me, which is already very good. An Ning doesn't expect anything else. He just stayed with Mr. Meng for five years. An Ning has been enjoying Mr. Meng's kindness to me. I feel deeply ashamed that I didn’t pay much. If Mr. Meng doesn’t mind, can An Ning cook tonight’s meal?”

An Ning always had a slight smile when she spoke, her maroon pupils were as clear as a clear lake, and her pink lips curved into a shallow arc, as fresh as the sky after the rain. Meng Yilang's casual gaze was unconscious. His eyes were fixed on An Ning's face. After listening to An Ning's words, Meng Yilang lowered his eyes and thought about it, then nodded casually: "Whatever you want."

Whatever means tacit consent.

Meng Yilang said carelessly, but An Ning felt as if he had received an imperial edict. He started to work in the kitchen, and even asked his aunt to go to the supermarket downstairs to buy some vegetables.