Chapter 110 "I'm not familiar with her"
The two of them looked over at the same time.
A tall and slender figure walked towards them.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Fu Zhenyao raised an eyebrow slightly: "President Yan, how have you been?"
But Yan Jinnian ignored her.
He walked straight to Anmi's side and said gently, "Sorry, honey, the meeting ended a little late. Have you eaten?"
Anmi nodded: "I've already eaten. Qiuqiu and I ate together."
"What about you? You haven't eaten yet after the meeting, have you?"
Yan Jinnian reached for the elevator button: "I ordered food, come up and have some with me?"
"OK."
The two of them chatted away as if no one else was around, completely ignoring Fu Zhenyao who was standing to the side.
Finally, Anmi politely pointed at her and said, "Why don't you..."
Before she could finish saying "I want," Yan Jinnian pulled her into the elevator.
"..."
Outside the door, Fu Zhenyao had a playful smile on her face.
She casually turned around with her arms crossed, and a graceful curve was reflected on the marble wall opposite her.
Shen Mengxin, that woman, doesn't really think that Yan Jinnian can whet her appetite, does she?
You're overthinking it!
She's rich, has a great figure, and is beautiful; what kind of man can't she have?
She could have the eldest son of the Yan family if she wanted him, but if she couldn't, she wouldn't bother with it.
The worst thing a woman can do is to be held back by a man; this is a lesson she learned five years ago.
However, she didn't like the feeling of being ignored.
Fu Zhenyao picked up her phone.
"Hello? Aunt Shen, it's me, Zhenyao."
"I heard your son got married."
"Oh? You didn't know about this?"
"It seems you are indeed very busy, even missing your son's wedding."
…
The CEO's office.
Yan Jinnian fed An Mi a piece of shrimp, which she swallowed. As she chewed, she asked him, "Why didn't you say hello to her just now?"
"I'm not familiar with her."
"But your mother isn't..."
The man's eyes suddenly darkened.
Anmi's voice immediately softened: "You seem quite satisfied with her..."
She thought he would at least give his mother some face and be polite to people, but she didn't expect him to be so cold.
He truly deserves the title of "King of Awkward Silence".
Yan Jinnian put down his chopsticks, stared at the little mouth chewing for a while, and couldn't help but lean in and kiss it.
"Honey, no matter what others think, I will always stand by you."
"But you seem to be siding with outsiders."
Anmi's eyes widened: "Where did I go against her? I just felt it wasn't right to neglect her, after all, she's still a young girl."
Yan Jinnian disagreed: "Since she came here, she should be prepared to be ignored. I'm not a community where I can offer warmth to everyone I meet. Honey, instead of worrying about others, you should worry more about me."
"What's wrong with you?" Anmi looked him up and down.
The man said with a stern face, "I ate late, and my stomach hurts a little."
"Huh?" Anmi was startled by him.
"What should we do? Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"
Stomach pain is no small matter.
Especially for CEOs like them who have high work intensity, the chances of developing stomach problems are quite high.
"No need." Yan Jinnian took her hand and reached under his shirt. "Wife, rubbing it will make it stop hurting."
"real?"
"Um."
His expression certainly didn't look too serious.
Anmi obediently let him put her hands inside his shirt.
My palm touched a firm abdominal muscle.
With a quick glint in her eyes, she seized the opportunity to secure a benefit for herself.
Sticking and touching.
Satisfied, the little hand was about to instinctively move upwards to find the stomach, but its wrist was forcefully pressed down, and it went even lower...
A big question mark popped up above Anmi's head.
The two locked eyes.
Yan Jinnian continued shamelessly, "Wife, give me a rub..."
"..." For the first time, Anmi understood what it meant to be afraid of getting your hands dirty if you slap someone.
"Yan Jinnian, I think you don't have a stomachache, you just have an itchy skin!"
"Ah! Honey, stop pinching me!"
…
There were no important meetings in the afternoon. After dinner, Yan Jinnian wanted to carry the person to the back lounge to build rapport.
But Anmi doesn't want to be here.
The thought of dozens of floors below filled with hardworking employees of the Yan family, while she was about to do *that* with their boss right above her...
That's so strange!
I felt a tightness in my scalp, as if I had needles sticking out of my back!
Let's go home.
Home is so close.
The two went to the supermarket and bought some fresh vegetables to take home.
Mimi and Niannian were just picked up from kindergarten this morning.
When Anmi got home, she played with them for a while before exercising.
Despite training extra hard on Qingji Island for so many days, the man's energy wasn't depleted in the slightest.
The amount of exercise in the afternoon continued to exceed the recommended level.
As Anmi emerged from the bathroom for the third time, she glared angrily at the man above her.
"Can't you be a little more restrained? If you don't restrain yourself now, you'll easily lose your sexual function when you're older!"
As Yan Jinnian continued, he raised an eyebrow at her slightly: "Then I must make the most of it before I lose it, otherwise I'll only have regrets when the day comes."
"you!"
That's absolutely unreasonable.
She stopped cooperating and even deliberately made things difficult for him.
But men's athletic skills have improved significantly.
He easily broke her move.
"Honey, this makes me even more excited."
"Ahhh!"
She's really going crazy!
"I have never seen such a shameless person!"
…
I took the makeup exam until dark.
Dinner was the familiar five dishes and one soup.
Yan Jinnian hasn't cooked for several days, and his culinary skills seem to have improved.
Anmi didn't know if she had used up a lot of energy in the afternoon, but her appetite was unusually strong at this moment.
After finishing the last sip of pork rib soup, she put the small bowl down beside her and said, "I want more."
The man, with a loving father's smile, ladled soup for her: "Is the soup your husband made delicious?"
Anmi deliberately waited a few seconds: "So-so..."
"Um?"
She glanced at the man's hand, which had stopped in mid-air and then retracted, and chuckled, "No ordinary person could make something that tastes this good."
Yan Jinnian then smiled and placed the bowl in her hands: "You little rascal."
Anmi took a sip of soup with relish.
The pork rib soup has a sweet and refreshing taste. It slides down your throat and warms you up in your stomach, bringing a sense of happiness.
She blinked her big eyes at the man: "Are we going back the day after tomorrow too?"
The day after tomorrow is Wednesday, and we've agreed that our parents will meet that day to discuss the wedding date.
Yan Jinnian rubbed the back of her head: "Of course, we are the main characters."
"Yes." Anmi nodded. "Is your mother going too?"
Yan Jinnian was silent for a moment: "You want to see her?"
“It’s not that I want to see her…” Anmi lowered her head and rubbed the bottom of the bowl.
"I just feel that, since you're getting married, wouldn't it be inappropriate not to let her know..."
If it were her, no matter what conflicts she had with An Ting, she wouldn't hide the marriage from An Ting.
Of course, this is just her own opinion.
Yan Jinnian must have had his reasons for doing this.
And this reason is most likely related to her…
The steam in the soup bowl had dissipated.
An Mi looked up at the man beside her: "Yan Jinnian, are you not telling her because your mother doesn't like me and doesn't approve of us being together?"
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