"As long as the conditions are reasonable, such as a few thousand yuan in compensation, or finding you a job, these are all possible!" The woman's eyes were cold, and she glanced at Yi An'an evilly, "I'm afraid you don't know what conditions to put forward, and waste this opportunity in vain!"

Yi An'an held back the corners of her lips. It seemed that this aunt Zhan Nanhui completely regarded her as a woman who had never seen the world!

"Just now I really couldn't think of what I could ask for, because I want too many things!" Yi Anan nodded, "Then let's do as you say, 10,000 yuan! Forget about the job, I'm still in school and want to go to college."

The woman raised her eyebrows lazily: "Ten thousand yuan, your stomach is still small, but my Nanhui is really worth the money!"

The woman looked at the man in front of her, and the man took out a small box and handed it to her from the front passenger seat.

The woman handed the small box to Yi Anan: "Here is the money, remember to divorce Zhan Nanhui!"

Yi Anan agreed with a smile: "Don't worry, as long as you come back, I will divorce you. It won't delay you at all!"

The woman nodded, took a look, and told the driver to send Yi Anan back to the town government compound.

Carrying two boxes, Yi Anan stood on the roadside, waved to the woman with a smile, then turned and entered the compound.

In the car, the man, Zhan Beiming, Zhan Nanhui's cousin, whispered to the woman, "Aunt Murong, are you sure this woman will really leave Nanhui?"

Murong Yi pursed her lips indifferently: "When this woman saw money, her eyes were shining. It can be seen that there is no pursuit to get rid of women. Although she is a little pretty, there are women who are better than her in the capital. As long as your uncle resumes his position in a few days and Zhan Nanhui comes back, he will soon forget about this woman!"

Zhan Beiming nodded.

The car drove out of town.

When Yi Anan returned home, she saw Chen Ma standing at the door looking around.

"Xiao Yi, you're back!" Chen Ma hurried over to Yi An'an when she saw her. "Why are you so late? Did those people make things difficult for you?"

Yi Anan shook her head: "I'm fine, Auntie, I'm hungry, please give me something to eat!"

Mother Chen nodded quickly.

Yi Anan entered the room carrying a box. She looked at the small box and frowned slightly.

I think Zhan Nanhui is quite valuable!

Putting the small box aside, Yi Anan lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

It seems that I have to take a break these few days. Anyway, spring has just arrived and I am not in a hurry. I will wait until the storm passes.

After dinner, Yi Anan continued to read and study, and it was not until late at night that she prepared to go to bed.

A figure flashed outside the door, and then a man opened the door and came in.

Yi Anan looked up, but she didn't make a fuss about Zhan Nanhui's sneaking around. She just looked at him calmly, "You're back. Have you eaten?"

Zhan Nanhui's expression was like an iceberg covered with frost and snow. His sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and there was a deep ravine between his eyebrows. His eyes scanned the room, dark and cold, and finally fell on Yi Anan's face, "Where is the thing?"

Yi Anan raised her eyes: "You mean the ten thousand yuan?"

Zhan Nanhui nodded coldly.

Yi Anan stood up slowly, her black lace pajamas hanging down like a black waterfall. The deep V-neck on her chest boldly showed off her proud cleavage, and the lace pattern was faintly visible on her skin, like a mysterious veil. The straps were as thin as gossamer threads, resting lightly on her fair shoulders, as if they would slip off at any moment. Under the skirt, her long and straight legs were revealed.

Zhan Nanhui's whole body froze in an instant, his throat slid slowly, and his clenched fingers reluctantly loosened a little.

When Zhan Nanhui opened his mouth again, Yi Anan had already stepped forward and put her two snow-white arms on the man's shoulders.

The man was wearing a black work suit, which was very stiff. The corners of his clothes scratched Yi Anan's delicate skin, which was rough, but made her feel itchy inside, just like her softness and the man's hardness now.

"Get out of the way!" Zhan Nanhui stood in front of the bed and shouted in a low voice. His voice was cold, but it was no longer as cold and hard as before.

Yi Anan smiled gently, and stroked the man's short, hard hair with one hand. She leaned forward with her little face, and blinked her big eyes, staring at the man's face. "Are you really willing to let me get out of the way? Haven't you thought about me during these days you were out?"

Zhan Nanhui's eyes were forbearing and restrained, and the struggling flame in his eyes was suppressed with all his might, not allowing it to burn wantonly, only occasionally flashing a hint of barely perceptible desire.

"Yi An'an, now I need you to explain something to me!" Zhan Nanhui said in a deep voice, stretched out his arm, and grasped the woman's slender wrist, "Why did you accept 10,000 yuan from Murong Yi?"

"So your aunt's name is Murong Yi!" Yi Anan pressed her body against Zhan Nanhui's and looked at him grinning.

"She is not my aunt, but a secretary to my father!" Zhan Nanhui whispered.

"Oh, bad, this guy's identity is fake, and I haven't looked carefully at the money in the suitcase. Could that be fake?" Yi Anan quickly pushed Zhan Nanhui away and turned around to find the cash box.

Zhan Nanhui's eyes darkened, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the woman's slender waist, unable to resist pinching her, "The money may be fake, and it may be less. I just want to ask you, why did you accept this money?"

Yi Anan was pinched and she held back a moan. The sound aroused the lust in Zhan Nanhui's eyes and he almost controlled himself.

"Yi An'an, please answer my questions carefully!" Zhan Nanhui shouted in a deep voice.

Yi Anan suddenly raised her legs and wrapped them around the man's slim waist, hanging her whole body on the man.

Zhan Nanhui suppressed a groan.

"Yi An'an, answer my question!" Zhan Nanhui tried hard to control his reason.

"Let me ask you, you said you would divorce me, do you want to keep your promise?" Yi Anan hugged Zhan Nanhui's neck and looked at him.

"But now you..." There was a hint of grievance in Zhan Nanhui's eyes.

When Murong Qing told him this proudly, even if it was a huge task, he just wanted to come back and see how Yi Anan was happily counting money at home!

Now, this woman still has the nerve to ask this question!

"Divorce is a two-way act. I want to divorce, and you divorce me. That's all. Take the money, and we'll still be together. It'll make you mad!" Yi Anan said with a smile, and her little hand reached in, stroking the man's collarbone. Her eyes were very seductive, and she gently leaned close to the man's ear, breathing like orchid, "You say yes, husband?"