Run away from a wealthy family 99 times: President, please divorce!

Chapter 183

"I'm not afraid of being poisoned, but I'm afraid of dying from pain." Yan Anyi said contemptuously.

"Hmph." Yan Xinyi pouted her mouth disapprovingly.

It's normal for Yan Anyi to have this disgusting reaction.

Everyone knows that Yan Xinyi can't cook.

Once cooking, the finished product is darker than dark cooking.

In the end, of course no one dared to eat it.

Yan Xinyi has self-knowledge, so she didn't choose something too complicated.

Just about to start eating, Yan Anyi suddenly came in with a book in his hand.

"Have you seen the third volume of this book?"

"It seems to be in my study, go and look for it." Yan Xinyi said and took a sip.

"vomit."

Sure enough, she wasn't fit to be in the kitchen.

"Okay, don't eat it, you go find the third volume first, and I'll invite you to eat outside." Yan Anyi said and threw Yan Xinyi's achievements into the trash can.

When Yan Xinyi heard that she was invited to dinner, her heart suddenly brightened, and she hurried upstairs to her study.

After finding the third book that Yan Anyi wanted, she was about to leave.

When passing by the desk, he saw the particularly bright red certificate on the desk.

Originally, I was not at all interested in knowing who the other party was.

But now, she couldn't help but stop, and her curiosity was inexplicably aroused. .

What would she look like as a legitimate man?
I remember Yan Anyi said that that man is quite handsome.

So what is his age?

Yan Xinyi put the book on the table, carefully picked up the marriage certificate, and opened it.

The group photo imprinted in her eyes made her stunned in place, and she couldn't recover for a long time.

It's him.

It turned out to be him!

Looking at the handsome face that was so familiar, Yan Xinyi obviously felt her hands trembling involuntarily.

Even breathing is short and unstable.

She turned her eyes to the name in disbelief. The three black Song typefaces gave her an indescribable emotion.

However, when she saw a number contained in the marriage certificate, her brows furrowed.

This number is not his.

Yan Xinyi clenched her fingers, silently wrote down the number, and rushed out of the villa without giving the book to Yan Anyi.

There are no public telephones in today's canteens.

Fortunately, there is a public phone booth on a street in the city.

After scanning the code, she pressed the eleven-digit number that had been kept in her heart.

While waiting, her hands were still shaking uncontrollably.

In my heart, I kept praying, and I could hear that familiar voice.

At the same time, she was also prepared for not being him.

She understands that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

On the phone, there was a monotonous beeping sound, which rang nine times.

It was only a few seconds, but she seemed to have been waiting for centuries.

At the tenth beep, the phone was hung up suddenly.

(End of this chapter)