"How can you not know my alcohol tolerance?" An Zhisu asked.

Song Jiaren raised her hand: "Okay, it's only half a bottle of wine, you can't get drunk. Is that Ye Lancheng sick? Before today, he no longer remembers who An Zhisu is. Marriage is not a joke. Marriage is not a joke. Marriage is not a joke enough to marry a strange woman?"

"Um..." An Zhisu thought for a while: "From my observation of mentally ill patients over the years, Ye Lancheng doesn't look like a brain-sick person. And he seemed to have really thought about it carefully before he proposed to marry me. Let me think about it, he was silent for about ten minutes at that time."

Ten minutes?

Song Jiaren rolled her eyes: "Well, for a consortium president who can spend ten minutes to consider the major events of marriage, it is indeed prudent enough to spend ten minutes to consider the major events of marriage."

An Zhisu thought so too, otherwise she would not have described the ten minutes of silence with caution.

"What about you, did you agree?" Song Jiaren calmed down and took another sip of wine.

"I don't know whether I should agree. In reality, marrying him is the choice to maximize my interests." An Zhisu said.

She doesn't need to say half of her remaining words. As a witness to the suffering and torture she has endured in the past five years, Song Jiaren knew that marrying Ye Lancheng was An Zhisu's best choice.

"No matter what choice you make, I will support you." Song Jiaren hugged her good friend's shoulder and said seriously: "Zhisu, this time, I will definitely help you overturn the case. I will wash away all the dirty water that once splashed on you."

An Zhisu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but it only took a second to recover as usual. At this second, she seemed to have firmly determined her thoughts and drank all the wine in her glass in one breath. She vomited a sound of alcohol: "Goodie, help me prepare two more agreements."

...

The next day, An Zhisu, who was sleeping until midnight, got up and cleaned up herself up. Then, with the agreement that Song Jiaren drove out overnight last night, he took a taxi to the famous Bund East Lake Villa District in S City.

Although An Zhisu has not been here for five years, she has lived here for ten years. Therefore, when she walked to a villa with a familiarity, she couldn't help but sigh that she had a good memory.

After ringing the doorbell, a nanny came to open the door soon. The nanny was very polite and had never seen An Zhisu. She looked at An Zhisu up and down, as if she wanted to judge An Zhisu's identity by the outfit of her clothes.

However, An Zhisu disappointed her. What she wore today was just a set of clothes she made herself five years ago, which was a thousand miles apart from the dressing style of the celebrity.

"Who are you looking for?" Perhaps it was because he judged that An Zhisu was not a famous lady, and the nanny's attitude was not very polite, with a high-ranking smell.

"An Boyuan." An Zhisu announced his name: "I'll look for An Boyuan."

"Are you looking for our husband?" The nanny was surprised: "Did you make an appointment with our husband? Our husband is not a casual person." When the nanny heard that she came up, she wanted to find the male owner at home, and couldn't help but be a little alert.

An Zhisu sneered, no longer had the patience to talk nonsense to her, so he pushed her away and walked towards the villa.

The nanny was stunned for a moment before reacting and shouting loudly: "Hey, why are you so rude? How can you force yourself to break into someone else's house? Go out quickly, if you don't go out, I will ask the bodyguard to throw you out."

The nanny's shouts shocked the other nannies at home and the bodyguards in charge of security. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, several bodyguards in black in the villa blocked An Zhisu.

"Miss, please go out." A bodyguard was quite polite, but his tone was heard with a warning.

An Zhisu looked at the nanny and bodyguard who were shocked with expressionless expression. None of them was her familiar face. It seemed that in the past five years, the original old people in the An family have been replaced one after another. Now, no one in this family knows that An Zhisu is the legitimate young lady here.

"What are you quarreling? Don't you know that sir is having a video conference?" During the stalemate, a female voice of blame came down from the direction of the stairs.
Chapter completed!