The sun was shining outside the house, and the sunlight scattered on the ground through the gaps in the clouds.
An Muran lowered the black baseball cap on his head and tried his best to catch up with a black luxury car not far away.
It was Zhou Yi'an's car. At this moment, Zhou Yi'an was sitting in the driver's seat. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was still the scent of breakfast left between his lips and tongue.
All of a sudden, he was looking forward to what kind of delicious food he would be waiting for when he got home at night.
At this moment, Zhou Yi'an suddenly saw a small black shadow in the rearview mirror.
The man frowned and did not pay much attention to it. He stepped on the accelerator and sped up the car.
No one would be so stupid as to come to the car that was chasing after him.
An Muran looked at the car that was getting farther and farther away from him and cursed in his heart. It was easy for her. If it weren't for the strength of her feet that she had practiced during her previous work, she would have been exhausted by now.
She wanted to give chase again, but the black car in front of her drove faster and faster. With a whoosh, it completely disappeared from her sight.
An Muran sat on the roadside teeth breathlessly and wiped the sweat off his head.
Forget it, she had tried her best. If she ran any further, she would probably lose half of her life.
An Muran looked at Zhou Yi'an's mobile phone in his hand. He wanted to put it in his pocket, but at this moment, the screen lit up again. This time, it was not a call from Chu Manying, but a text message.
She didn't want to read the contents of the text message, but the prompt on the page directly showed the contents of the text message, and the words jumped into her eyes.
"Yi'an, can you accompany me to the hospital tomorrow? I might be... pregnant."
An Muran's hand, which was holding the phone, froze.
This text message was sent by Chu Manying. No wonder she was in such a hurry to find Zhou Yi'an this morning. It turned out that it was because of this...
An Muran couldn't help whispering, "He is indeed a playboy. He actually made the girl pregnant. I thought the rumors were wrong before."
She had an agreement with Zhou Yi'an before they got married. They couldn't do anything excessive during the meeting. She didn't know if it was too much to make the little girl pregnant. An Muran felt that it was necessary to talk to Zhou Yi'an about this.
But after a while, An Muran lost his confidence again. Who was Zhou Yi'an? Although this kind of thing was very serious to her, for Zhou Yi'an, it might just be a trivial matter. He could handle it easily with a flick of his finger. If he wanted to blame Zhou Yi'an because of this matter, he might misunderstand that she really regarded him as Mrs. Zhou.
An Muran rubbed his head. "Forget it. Since I'm already out, I might as well go straight to the end and go to the Zhou's Financial Group."
If he remembered correctly, Zhou's Financial Group should be in the tallest building in the city center.
An Muran was used to being frugal and did not have the habit of taking a taxi, so she took a few subways to arrive at the gate of Zhou's Financial Group.
Although he had often passed by the Zhou's Financial Group, it was the first time that An Muran had carefully looked at the tall building in front of him.
On the outer side of all the reinforced glass, the shape was unique, and the lines were firm and soft. There was a high-end imposing manner that no one dared to approach easily.
An Muran took a deep breath. Just as he was about to push open the glass revolving door of the Zhou's Financial Group, a familiar figure passed by her unexpectedly.
It was a tall and straight man in a light-colored suit, which made him look gentle and elegant. His skin was pale, making him look like a cream baby.
An Muran's eyes could not help but fall on a high-end watch under the man's white shirt. She clearly remembered that she saved up enough money to buy this watch after eating and drinking for nearly a year. Then she gave it to him on the man's birthday, but she spent dozens of yuan on the watch she used.
That person was Jiang Yinxin, who abandoned her in public on the day of the wedding.
An Muran felt that all the blood in his body was flowing backward, and his hand hanging beside him could not help clenching into a fist.
After a few months, she had lost her warm love for Jiang Yinxin, leaving only resentment, unwillingness, and a trace of indescribable emotion.
Jiang Yinxin walked through the lobby on the first floor and went straight to the front desk. He said to the beautiful receptionist with a smile on his face, "I am the general manager of Anyun Group, a subsidiary of the consortium. I have something to tell Director Li in the finance department about Anyun Group today."
The beautiful lady at the front desk glanced at Jiang Yinxin with a standard smile on her face. She dialed the phone number of the finance department, asked about the general situation, and then sat down with a standard "please" gesture, indicating that Jiang Yinxin could go in.
The smile on Jiang Yinxin's face became bigger, and he walked more straight, as if it was a great thing to be able to enter the building of Zhou's Financial Group.
Behind him, An Muran's eyes never left the proud man not far away, and a mocking smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Why didn't she see that Jiang Yinxin was such a snob before?
Sure enough, blind love was easy to make people dizzy.
"Miss, who are you? Do you have an appointment? If you don't, please go out." Looking at the sneaky woman wearing a mask and a baseball cap at the gate, the security guard couldn't help but take a few steps forward and asked.
Because the voice of the security guard was a little loud, Jiang Yinxin, who walked to the elevator, couldn't help but look in the direction of An Muran.
An Muran quickly lowered his baseball cap. He didn't want Jiang Yinxin to find out that she hadn't completed the modification yet. He didn't want to appear in front of him with such an ugly appearance.
In the distance, Jiang Yinxin felt that the figure at the door was a little familiar. He wanted to get closer to see if he was an acquaintance. At this time, the elevator came down and followed the crowd to the elevator.
Seeing Jiang Yinxin enter the elevator, An Muran let out a sigh of relief. Because he was still a little nervous in his heart, plus the aggressive eyes of the security guard in front of him, the reason An Muran had thought of on the subway disappeared in an instant. He blurted out without thinking, "I, I have something important to talk to Mr. Zhou of Zhou Yi'an."
The expression on the security guard's face became more and more strange, and he looked An Muran up and down suspiciously.
"Are you looking for Boss Zhou?"
"That's right. Well, well, I have some business to talk to him about..."
Before An Muran could finish her words, she was pushed out of the door by the security guard. "Are you kidding me? If you want to sneak into the Zhou's Financial Group, please inquire about it before coming here. Zhou Yi'an can come here for a week or two, and you want to talk to him about business?" The security guard's expression was as if he had heard a big joke. "He is just a young master with a high position in the Zhou's Financial Group. He doesn't do anything, and only beautiful women can find him. Your strange appearance seems to be unqualified. If you want to seduce him, please dress up a little..."
At this time, An Muran had been pushed out of the door by the security guard. The black guard's clothes were pulled to his shoulders during the pulling process, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on his neck, which seemed to be able to be pinched out of water under the sunshine.
An Muran opened his mouth wide in disbelief. She had not misheard him just now. Zhou Yi'an being able to come to the Zhou's Financial Group for one or two days every week was good enough. Where on earth had he gone since he got up so early every day?
"It can't be a date with a different woman, can it?"