MTL - Forced Marriage VIP Front-Seat: My Superstar Ex-wife is very Popular

There is something in my heart, and An Yue does not want to go shopping.

After she was separated from Zhou Xiaomin, she took a taxi directly to Dongchen Group.

She hasn't been here for half a year, and nothing has changed.

Those who saw her would still call her Miss An.

She knew that at the wedding in mid-October, he did not publish the bride's name.

Does this mean that from the beginning he knew that the wedding could not be successful.

He let her go to vent, even if he let his face lose face, and finally save her.

Jiang Xinjie said that she did not want to make a wedding dress for others.

But if there is no such thing as that night, my brother will be engaged with her.

So what she means is that there will be a change in this.

She thought of the messy dress she had cut.

At that time, she was still thinking about whether this dress was too luxurious, but the bride is just that.

Now, she suddenly understood what.

All the way is unimpeded, and An Yue went directly to the president's office.

When the secretary saw her coming out of the elevator, she immediately greeted him and said, "Missy."

"What about others?" An Yue asked.

“The president is in the office, and now there are several senior executives who are talking about work,” the secretary said.

An Yue nodded and went straight ahead.

The secretary hesitated, and finally did not stop.

Others may not know that the people around them are very clear, this is the future president's wife.

If she is not happy, the president will not be happy.

The door of the office suddenly opened, and the report inside was stopped, and several high-level subconsciously looked at the door.

An Shizhen saw that An Yue came in, and the darkness was deep. He said to others: "Go out."

"Yes!"

When everyone went out, An Shizhen got up and came over and asked, "How come?"

He looked at An Yue's white face and frowned slightly. "Is it so ugly and uncomfortable?"

He reached out and held her hand, his fingers cold.

He extended his two hands and wrapped her hand in the palm of his hand.

An Yue looked at his natural movements and suddenly remembered that she used to be like this in the winter.

At that time, what she thought was that her brother was very kind to her.

But instead of being at the time of Cheng Jia, she was so considerate to Cheng Jiarui that she might not be able to do it.

She lowered her eyes and asked: "If we didn't happen that night, would you be engaged to Jiang Xinjie the next day?"

An Shizhen’s eyes flashed a bit strange, just for a moment.

He replied: "No."

"What about the wedding?"

"As usual."

"Who are you going to get engaged with?"

"you."

"Oh." An Yue responded and didn't talk anymore.

An Shizhen looked at her with her head down, unhappy, loosened her hand, holding her face and letting her look at herself.

"How come you suddenly ask me this?"

An Yue shook his head.

"Ok?"

An Yue looked up at him. "If I don't ask, would you never say it?"

An Shizhen said indifferently: "All have passed, and there is no need to mention it again."

"Yeah, it’s gone." An Yue bit his teeth. "I didn't matter if I was happy or not. Anyway, it's gone."

She suddenly opened Anshi's hand and walked outside.

"An Yue!" An Shizhen shouted and reached out and grabbed her arm.

"You release!" An Yue tried to open his hand.

An Shizhen not only did not loose, but directly pulled her into her arms.

"I am wrong, don't be angry."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"You are not allowed to kiss me." An Yue glared at him.

An Shiyi looked at her and leaned over and kissed her lips directly.