"Mom, I get it. I won't be late. Let's go now!" As soon as An Yan returned to the office, she received a blind date call from her mother, and her depressed mood couldn't help but become darker!

Men are nothing!

An Yan grabbed the briefcase with one hand and the car keys with the other, opened the door, and rushed out without looking back - her red eyes didn't want others to see.

"Sister An?" Qin'er followed worriedly.

"Manager An, Director Chen asked you to send us the purchasing details!" Anna, who didn't know what to do, said timidly while holding the phone when she saw her rushing out of the office door.

"Let him die!" An Yan turned around and roared, turned around and rushed into the elevator, just in time to block Qin'er who was following him from the door.

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An Yan looked at his red eyes in the mirror, leaned on the steering wheel and adjusted it for a long time. After he regained his composure, he started the car and rushed to the blind date of the 'returnees'.

However, when people are unlucky, they seem to choke even when they drink water.

No, she was just taking advantage of the red light and raised her hand to look at her watch. The little Bora she had only bought for half a year suddenly kissed the butt of the car in front of her gently!

She took a closer look: Oh my God, she wanted to faint on the spot - that car was actually a Rolls-Royce! Although it was the same as her own car, it also had the word "Lai" in its name, but the price of a piece of paint was half of her own.

The price of the car!

She really wanted to pretend to be dead in the car, but this seemed to be impossible - no, the other party had already come and knocked on the car door.

An Yan gritted her teeth, pushed open the car door, and said with great momentum: "Why are you driving? The light is green and you still slide back!"

"Look at how my car has been polished. I only bought this car half a year ago! Are there any other people who drive like you?" An Yan was so impressive that the man who knocked on the window was stunned.

She was speechless for a long time - her best friend Cheng Fei told her that in a quarrel, she must be the first to win!

It seems that this trick works quite well!

Seeing the man's dumbfounded look, An Yan ran to the car with some guilt, bent down to inspect the damage to his car and the other's car----***, a good car is a good car, he obviously hit it.

, the front of his car sank a large amount, but only a few pieces of paint were wiped off the butt of his car!

"Miss, you're gone!" An elegant and slightly teasing baritone voice came from above her head.

"Huh?" An Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his collar, straightened up quickly, and was about to get angry, but he was stunned when he saw this man's face - this unscrupulous man, it was precisely today that he refused to

The Mr. Mu who gave her the sample clothes!

This is really a narrow road for enemies!

"Why is it you?" An Yan said, looking back at the man knocking on his car window - on a hot day, wearing a shirt and tie, it seemed he was either an assistant or the driver!

An Yan's eyes turned from the driver to Mr. Mu, and said unreasonably: "The light was clearly green, but your car still slid backwards. Strictly speaking, it was your car that hit my car!"

"Oh?" Mr. Namu couldn't help but laugh softly when he saw that she was obviously being unreasonable but still looked righteous.

An Yan's face flushed slightly, and he said generously: "I'm in a hurry now and don't have time to talk to you, so just think I'm unlucky and don't want you to compensate me!" As he said that, he carried a twill bag that reached his ankles.

Skirt walked quickly to the car.

"Miss!" The man turned his head and looked at her elegantly, his originally small eyes narrowed slightly, looking dangerous.

"Why are you so ungraceful? I even told you not to pay compensation. Why, you still have to wait for the traffic police to come and determine the fault!" An Yan said angrily as she pulled the car door open.

The man took out a pen from his pocket, smiled at her, and said softly: "Do you have any paper?"

"No!" An Yan subconsciously refused.

The man didn't feel dissatisfied. He took her hand and wrote his name and phone number on her palm. But when he saw that the sweat on her palm melted immediately, he couldn't help but frowned slightly: "

May I have your name?"

"An Yan!" Seeing that he couldn't write, An Yan raised his eyebrows and withdrew his hand proudly.

The driver next to him was quite able to act according to the situation, and immediately handed over a red pen: "Young Master, this!"

The man smiled slightly, took the red pen and wrote a series of numbers on her arm: "My name is Mucheng, Zhaomu demu, city Chengcheng, this is my phone number! Call me within three days,

If my car repairs are beyond the insurance premium, I have to ask you to pay the balance!"

After Mu Cheng finished speaking, he looked at An Yan, who was stunned before he could retract his smile, and chuckled softly. The laughter came from his throat, full of elegance and indifference!

Just listening to An Yan's ears just added fuel to the fire - but before she could get angry, the man named Mucheng and his driver had already got into the car and drove the quilt openly.

The car that scraped the ass is gone!

"It's incomprehensible, and you have no grace!" An Yan wiped the red handwriting on her arm that couldn't be erased, and stamped her feet angrily.

The car blocked by her behind her kept honking its horn, and she yelled angrily: "Press whatever button you want, if you can, fly over!"

Some people say that even beautiful women are vivid when they are angry!

No, for a beautiful woman with a standard figure and as beautiful as a rose, standing on the street and throwing tantrums has become a special sight on the street - the people who honked their horns stopped honking, and just smiled and watched.

She slammed the car door as if she was angry, drove the Bora with its front end smashed, and rushed into the traffic flow.

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"Yanyan, why haven't you arrived yet? Mr. Jin has been here for 20 minutes!" As soon as he parked the car, his mother called to urge him.

"We're here, there's a little traffic on the road!" An Yan answered the phone with one hand, turned the steering wheel neatly with the other hand, and backed the car with the flat front into the parking space!

I hung up the phone and looked at the time. I was already 15 minutes late!

She grabbed her bag, opened the car door and rushed to the elevator. She sorted out her wrinkled clothes in the elevator. She didn't even have time to touch up her makeup, let alone deal with the phone number on her arm!

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In the coffee shop on the third floor - soft violin music, fragrant freshly ground coffee, customers whispering to each other, the whole coffee shop has a fashionable and yuppie atmosphere.

The slowness and quietness of it all relieved An Yan's restless mood a lot!

"Miss, where is Channel 18?" An Yan asked in a low voice.

"That side by the window! But there seems to be someone already there!" The waiter pointed to the right in a standard leading posture. An Yan followed her hand and looked over: a middle-aged man wearing a dark green floral shirt and gold-rimmed glasses (

About 35 years old) is elegantly stirring the coffee in his hand, while his left hand is flipping through what looks like a fashion magazine.

Looks like?

Except for the dark floral shirt which makes people ooze, the overall look is pretty good - as my mother said, he is a high-quality man!

"Mr. Jin Ziyang? Hello, I'm An Yan!" An Yan walked to the table at No. 18 and generously extended her hand to the thin and elegant man.

The man slowly closed the magazine, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his hand, glanced at An Yan, his eyes seemed to be stunned for a second, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then he slowly pulled out the chair, stood up and shook hands with An Yan: "Hello, Miss An! Please sit down!"

After An Yan sat down, he waved to the waiter and said, "Miss, menu!"

"Sorry, I came early, so I ordered coffee first." The man named Jin Ziyang said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter!" An Yan nodded, without taking the order handed over by the waiter, and said directly: "Latte without sugar!"

"Miss An? What do you do?" Jin Ziyang's eyes inadvertently stopped at the eye-catching phone number on his arm!

"Costume design!" An Yan frowned slightly, followed his gaze to her arm, and subconsciously hid it, scolding Mucheng a thousand times in her heart!

"Miss An is very interesting." Jin Ziyang looked at her with a slightly tolerant smile and said gently: "Is this Miss An's phone number?"
Chapter completed!