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Chapter 265 Anyang, who am I?

Zhuang Zai called her to stop, picked up the wine glass on the table, shook it under his nose, and sneered: "Miss, it's just a matter of me saving you, you don't want to rely on me just because of this, do you?"

Lang Anyang has worked in the lower class for more than ten years, and has long been accustomed to all kinds of cynicism. She has a thick skin, and no matter what others say, she just buzzes like a fly, with one ear coming in and the other ear popping out.

She chuckled: "Master Zhuang Wu is thinking too much. I just thank you according to the etiquette, and I don't have any other thoughts."

"I know that I am not from a high family background, and I am not worthy of the young masters of your farmer, so I just come here to see the world."

Zhuang Zai raised his eyebrows: "Don't you agree with your family members to participate in this banquet, is it not acquiescing to their schemes? Do you know that the wine is not clean?"

Lang Anyang froze for a moment, his indifferent and harmless appearance finally became a little colder.

She just noticed that Tong Meili brought two cups casually, and she didn't understand anything more from the other's expression and small movements.

So she didn't expect the little dealer to be so bold as to blatantly drug the wine!

She then smiled lightly: "Master Zhuang Wu is alert, thank you for not drinking it, otherwise your face will be damaged, and I will not be able to compensate even with my own life."

"I happened to be the only one who drank it, so it's my punishment as a tool man."

She nodded at him again, turned around and was about to leave.

Zhuang Zai stood up, took two steps forward and hugged her horizontally, and said coldly, "You may not know the power of this medicine."

"This is the dealer's secret medicine, something to add to the fun. Although it is harmless to the body, it must be deeply relieved. It cannot be resisted by your will... The more you endure, the greater the stamina. Addicted..."

"In a while, you may not be able to get out of the dealer's house, and you will fall to the ground. Whoever sees you will be able to pick it up and take it home..."

Lang Anyang opened his eyes wide, looking at his dark pupils like a waveless cold pool, imprinted with his bewildered self.

She turned her head and looked fiercely at the successful small dealers, especially Tong Meili who toasted to her, trembling with anger.

She is obviously humbled to the dust, and she risked her life to save her brother, why didn't they let her go?

Lang Anyang is now a cheap bone, but he remains innocent.

She shed tears silently, gritted her teeth and said, "Thank you, Master Zhuang Wu, for your reminder. Please let me down..."

Zhuangzai didn't shy away from others, so he carried her in the elevator to his bedroom on the top floor.

He threw her on the bed, leaned over, and almost touched the tip of her nose, and the two breathed stalemate.

There was a faint smell of wine on the woman's body, which was the most wonderful fireless incense, which pulled his reason a little bit.

Especially the past love between the two of them in the three planes in his mind, now it all surfaced, like a small movie, making his eyes fierce.

"Perhaps you don't know how powerful this secret medicine is. You feel uncomfortable when you drink it, and the medicine also emits through your skin and breath through the smell of alcohol. It is even more deadly to men..."

"Miss Lang, who do you want to attract? Either enter and belong to one person, or retreat and be..."

Lang Anyang tightly grasped the quilt under the bed, looked at the stalwart and handsome man, his voice was trembling, and there was even a cry that she didn't notice.

"Master Zhuang Wu, since it is the dealer's secret medicine, there must be a solution, right?"

Zhuangzai got up without saying a word and went to the bathroom.

Lang Anyang heaved a sigh of relief, and wanted to get up, but he didn't expect how long it would take, she felt weak all over and felt a sudden hotness.

Not long after, Zhuang Zai came back, holding a wet handkerchief in his hand, wiping her face little by little.

That kind of careful pity made Lang Anyang's eyes even more blurred.

She couldn't help tugging at his sleeves, thinking about the movies she watched scatteredly in her mind.

Although it was recorded for the tasker, she didn't have any memory, but she felt familiar and happy, as if she had escaped from reality and started another life again.

Why doesn't she want someone to love her and treat her like a treasure.

The two frankly did not calculate, when she was tired, that person was by her side, allowing her to lean on and cling to rest.

Her pair of beautiful fox eyes were misty, and her face was more beautiful and moving after he wiped it. It was as delicate as the most proud solitary product carved by the creator after hundreds of millions of revisions.

It was so beautiful that his self-control was defeated!
Who said that a woman can't help but feel affection for a man who owns herself... He, troubled by those memories, resisted and couldn't help reminiscing...

Zhuangzai threw away the veil, and fled away somewhat despicably relying on her reason, lowered his head and kissed her with a ferocity that has never known the taste of meat.

Lang Anyang's mind was in a mess, and he pushed his chest feebly with his hands, wanting to greet and then refusing, which almost killed him!

But he just kissed her politely, and clasped her fingers tightly with his hands, for fear that his hands would humiliate her.

"Anyang, who am I?" When he kissed her, those memories all belonged to the two of them, and the longing and love seemed to recover a little bit.

Lang Anyang blinked his eyes, obviously heard this sentence, but he couldn't connect it into sentences to understand.

He couldn't bear to continue to bully her like this.

He resisted to get up, found a small capsule at the bedside, put it near her mouth, and crushed it.

Lang Anyang sucked subconsciously, his eyes turned red.

When Lang Anyang woke up again, he only felt a dry cough and sore lips.She blinked her eyes, looked at the strange and low-luxury house, and sat up abruptly.

The original clothes on her body had been replaced with bathrobes, but fortunately, she didn't feel any abnormality on her body, and she didn't see any other suspicious marks.

There was a set of clothes beside the bed, she hurriedly got up and dressed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

In the mirror, she was originally fair and beautiful, but because she had been applying special powder all year round to modify her face, she was even more porcelain-like.

She who deliberately concealed her appearance is already outstanding, but she who has no makeup is astonishing!

Lang Anyang sighed slightly, opened the door and went out.

"Miss Lang, please come with me. The fifth young master is having dinner in the dining room, so you wake up and go look for him." The servant stepped forward respectfully, bent slightly to guide her.

The top half of the space belongs to Zhuang Zai, and this honor is not something that all young masters of the Zhuang family can have.

The sun was shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The man was wearing a light blue shirt and white trousers, sitting upright while reading a book and drinking coffee.

Zhuangzai's demeanor is cold and reserved, and he always attracts people's attention wherever he goes.

Lang Anyang has heard many stories about his legend. The space-time tunnel that was functioning well before was attacked by unknown people and fell into chaos. The questers could not enter the plane, and the questers who entered the plane could not return.

It was Zhuang Zai who led the people and stayed up late for half a month to save the space-time tunnel.He is a great hero who saved the lives of countless missionaries!

His prestige is second only to the God of War, one in the sky and one in the ground.

(End of this chapter)