Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 107 Call Her

After Yan Xijue heard this, his cold lips moved slightly, he looked at her with cold eyes, and hooked her chin with one hand, "I should understand that you want them to have an accident? Or do you want them to be safe?"

Su Anqian was forced to raise her chin, and didn't hide. She fully cooperated and smiled, "Of course nothing happened, we are all family after all."

family?

This strange word made Yan Xijue in a trance for a second.

It seemed that after she knew that Wan'er was an adopted daughter, she really didn't mind at all, and even extremely regretted her stupidity.

"I'll go and see Yanya when I have a chance." She seemed to be a sensible and virtuous proposal.

Yan Xijue finally just twitched the corner of his mouth, "No need."

He turned around coldly and went out, she was still standing there, maybe it was wrong to get close to Yan Yalai and get close to him again.

Thinking of this, Su An smiled lightly, it was just right, anyway, the last thing she knows is to wear a mask to pretend to be a good person, and she is not smooth enough in complicated interpersonal relationships.

That night, she simply didn't know when Yan Xijue came to sleep, or whether he came back to sleep with her.

When she got up, he was no longer in Songtao Residence, only Mrs. Zhou was preparing breakfast for her downstairs.

Not only that day, but for the next few days, Su Anqian basically didn't see Yan Xijue, and of course she didn't hear anything about him and Ke Wan'er.

The news of the cancellation of the wedding has long since disappeared.

She has been to Su's twice, and as expected, she faced a group of directors who lost control of their emotions and wanted to tear her apart and share the last bit of value of the company equally.

Every time, she just made them quarrel with no emotional ups and downs, and when she had had enough, she still ignored them and left.

Because of the last miscarriage, she went to the hospital for a checkup.

Di Yun took her there, she went to check, and Di Yun was waiting for her.

"The doctor said there's nothing wrong with it." She smiled lightly when she came out.

"It's fine." There was distress in Di Yun's eyes, and he sighed inaudibly, "Don't be so stupid again, your body is yours."

Su Anqian still smiled faintly, and joked speciously, "I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity in the future, I should be the one Yan Xijue hates the most now."

Seeing her expression like this, Di Yun really didn't know what kind of emotion she was in. She wasn't sad, but she laughed at herself lightly.

He had no choice but to feel relieved, "Si Jue is high above him, he has a temper and can understand it. It may be difficult for a while, but he certainly doesn't want to. It will be fine with time."

She smiled and didn't seem to care very much.

Di Yun sent her to the gate of the hospital and watched her take a taxi and leave.

When Yan Xijue received Di Yun's call, he was still in the YSK office, his voice was cold, "What's the matter?"

Di Yun could hear his indifference, or the feeling that he couldn't raise the temperature for anything, so he didn't beat around the bush, and said, "Qianqian just came to the hospital."

Yan Xijue squeezed the phone, frowned inaudibly, and the scene he saw in the operating room that day inevitably appeared in his mind.

At that time, there was only shock and anger, but now it is more of a suppression of blood.

"You don't need to be nervous." Di Yun spoke before him, "I have had a physical examination, and there is nothing wrong with it. It will not affect future fertility. Don't worry."

After hearing this, Yan Xijue said coldly: "I don't care about these things. If she doesn't want to, she will never have the chance to have my child."

Di Yun raised her eyebrows, and as expected she was still angry, and smiled, "Actually, Qianqian has not changed for you, I can feel it, otherwise she would be so terrific, nothing would make her stay in the next to her."

Regarding this, Yan Xijue just twitched his lips.

After hanging up the phone, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a long time, his eyes out of focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he had been depressed for a long time.

The phone rang again, and he frowned.

It belongs to the old man.

"Don't think that no one will care about you once I come back to take care of Yanya." Yan Lao is obviously still angry, "I tell you, the matter about Su Anqian is not over yet, you'd better give me a decent answer, I will Let people go to Beicheng."

Yan Xijue's expression was indifferent, but his thin lips moved slightly, "Okay."

He won't let her go, so this matter will continue, and the investigation on Fu Yan will naturally not stop.

"After Wan'er's overseas announcement is over, I will let her go back, and you know what to do." Old Yan finally said.

Yan Xijue frowned, "I have done everything to cancel the wedding, why bother, it will only hurt Wan'er again."

Yan Xiaokun snorted coldly, "Since you know it's hurt, you should know what to do."

Knowing and wanting to do are two different things.

But Yan Xijue didn't speak, the phone was disconnected.

That night, he went to Songtao Residence earlier, Su Anqian didn't seem to come back yet, only Mrs. Zhou was at home.

"What about her?" Yan Xijue asked calmly when he entered the door.

Mrs. Zhou was cautious, because she couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two was, so she said respectfully: "Madam said, I have a gathering with some friends tonight, and if I don't come back for dinner, it may be later in the evening."

Yan Xijue, who was taking off his coat, paused, frowned inaudibly, then continued to change his shoes, walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, "Call her."

The implication is to let her come back now.

"Hey, good!" Sister-in-law Zhou obeyed her orders, and didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly called Su Anqian.

But the party was very lively, and Su Anqian didn't carry her mobile phone all the time, and there were some chattering women beside her, so she had no time to take care of it.

By the time she found out, it should have been a long time.

Frowning, he quickly returned to Songtaoju's landline, "Sister-in-law Zhou, have you called?"

What came from the microphone was Yan Xijue's low voice like the cold winter wind, "Do you plan to play until tomorrow, or go out with some man for the night?"

Su An was taken aback for a moment, and her voice softened a lot, which was nice to hear, "No, I accidentally passed the time, I'll go back right away."

While talking, she had already gone to take a taxi at the fastest speed.

Yan Xijue didn't hang up the phone, so she didn't hang up either. It's not that she didn't dare, but she just didn't want to cause unnecessary conflicts. When she got in the car, she took the initiative to smile and said, "I'm already in the car. Don't worry, I'll be there soon." , is there any supper you want to eat?"

"Beep!" The phone was hung up.

Su An pursed her lips slightly, raised her eyebrows again, and ignored it.

But she did pay attention to whether there was any supper to bring, so as not to make Yan Xijue lose his temper, but unfortunately she went back empty-handed in the end.

At the door, he calmed down a little, trying to make himself look more pleasing to the eye.

Just as he was raising his hand to straighten his hair, the door suddenly opened, and Yan Xijue stood at the door, staring at her expressionlessly, his gaze scanning her from head to toe.

Su Anqian tried her best to smile, "I drink, and I haven't been intimate with any men. They are just a group of rich ladies."

Yan Xijue pursed his thin lips, but turned around and walked inside without saying a word.

Su An breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled from the bottom of her heart, she really did a good job acting like a flattering little daughter-in-law.

After changing her shoes, she didn't go upstairs directly, but looked at Yan Xijue, "Am I going to take a shower?"

Yan Xijue glanced at her indifferently, did not speak, but lowered his eyebrows and picked up the phone, not knowing who he was communicating with by text message.

She didn't ask any more questions, and turned to go upstairs.

But when it comes to sending text messages, she only has his and Wan Ge's text messages in her mobile phone, and she hasn't deleted any of his text messages.

The first one was the "good night" he sent her.

That kind of tone makes me sad when I think about it.

After taking off her clothes and entering the bathroom, she was really tired, but she needed a state of life, otherwise she was afraid that she would go crazy.

I don't know how long she lay in the bathtub, and she was not ready to finish the bath until the water cooled and she woke up from the cold.

Yan Xijue had been coming up from the first floor for a long time. He was in the study before, but now he entered the bedroom. He frowned when he didn't see her.

Look towards the bathroom.

It takes too long to take a shower.

Sure enough, in the next second, the person inside heard two sneezes in succession.

The thought that she couldn't catch a cold flashed across the moment, but Yan Xijue only pursed his thin lips, walked towards the bed, and turned on the bedside lamp with one hand.

Just sitting on the side of the bed, there was a low exclamation from the bathroom, and then something fell to the ground, and he had strode towards that direction reflexively.

(End of this chapter)