Nothing to say along the way.

When he arrived at the villa, Mo Yan received a call before getting off the bus. As soon as he answered, his face changed and he said in a lost voice: "What? Have you run away?"

When An Lan heard this, he paused when he got out of the car, turned his head and looked at Mo Yan.

The latter was surprised to know that he was incompetent, so he made a gesture to An Lan to go in first, and then walked aside to listen to the phone.

An Lan withdrew her gaze and walked towards the villa indifferently, but her heart was full of doubts.

Mo Yan just said that someone ran away, who ran away?

Is he talking about Zuo Jing?

No, Zuo Jing must have escaped for a while, so it would be...

She thought as she walked, noticing that there was anyone in front of her until her shoulders were held, and a familiar "Be careful."

After hearing this sound, she shook her body and raised her eyes to meet the familiar face. He looked at her face with a look of concern.

An Lan subconsciously frowned, swept away Feng Yu's hand, took two steps back and looked at him coldly, his eyes full of repulsion and disgust.

"An Lan..." Feng Yu called out lightly, and saw her slightly messy hair and red and swollen eyes, a vague pain in his heart.

I have never seen it with my own eyes, and I can imagine how heartbreaking she was crying at the time when she pounced on Nannan’s tombstone.

An Lan ignored him, frowned with hostile eyes, and walked around him and wanted to walk upstairs.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yu grabbed her arm again, wrapped her into his arms, and murmured in a low voice: "An Lan, stop hating me, okay?"

An Lan frowned, struggled in anger and disgust, and said in a sharp voice: "Let go, Feng Yu, don't touch me..."

But Feng Yu was reluctant to let go, and he thought he had good self-control.

However, when he saw An Lan's crying eyes collapsed, he wanted to bear the pain and share the tears with her, rather than being abandoned. The feeling made him feel lost.

His touch was like a devil's kiss, making An Lan extremely disgusted!

She kept trembling and her goose bumps were rising.

She struggled and wrestled with all her strength, gritted her teeth and roared, "Feng Yu, you disgusting and dirty man, you are not qualified to touch me, let go..."

The servants and bodyguards around looked at each other, and they didn't dare to approach each other. They turned their heads and dared not look or listen.

"An Lan, I know you hate me! But don't do this, I just..."

Before he finished speaking, An Lan had already grabbed his hand and bit it hard on his arm. Feng Yu felt pain but did not let go.

Coincidentally, Mo Yan came in after receiving the call, was stunned, and then quickly stepped forward and whispered in Feng Yu's ear.

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and when he let go, An Lan took the opportunity to break free from his restraints, running upstairs like a frightened rabbit.

Feng Yu glanced at her, didn't care about her bleeding arm, grabbed Mo Yan's collar and asked angrily: "What's going on? How did you do it? Is it so many times that I have people running away?"

"My subordinates are dereliction of duty." Mo Yan was also helpless. The people under his command have been too relaxed recently, and they ran away one after another.

Feng Yu glared at him, and after a moment, he lowered his voice and said, "Arranging people to chase him. This time, we must find the person for me as soon as possible! If she escapes abroad, you don't have to come back!"

"Yes, President, your hand..."

"I'm fine." Feng Yu waved his hand irritably, looked at the direction of Anlan's door, pondered for a moment, and said, "This time I took action myself, and I'm not relieved not to catch her."
Chapter completed!