Anyone who has seen this photo can see that the two of them are in love with each other.

An Ning was obsessed with her and eventually married Song Qingyang, who was not as good as her.

An Ning was unwilling to give up, but she didn't know what to do.

Meng Yilang was dead for Song Qingyang to deal with An Ning.

An Ning didn't want Meng Yilang to be with Song Qingyang, but she didn't want to be with Meng Yilang. What she wanted was nothing more than Meng Yilang's sincerity and his regret.

When An Ning opened her eyes, she was sitting in the passenger seat of a moving car.

The nose was a light cold fragrance. An Ning turned her head slightly and saw a knife and axe-chief-like side face. The clear jaw line was like a sharp blade. The flesh and blood that split the chest and penetrated the heart made people feel palpitations. The thin lips tightly collapsed into a straight line. The pink and white color revealed a ruthless smell. On the bridge of the high nose was a pair of sharp eyes, staring at the road ahead like a falcon.

This handsome and ruthless man is Meng Yilang.

Aware of An Ning's gaze, Meng Yilang turned his head slightly, and his light gray pupils were rushing towards him with overwhelming pressure.

The air around seemed to be pumped clean in an instant, and the peace felt instantly suffocated.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Yilang's voice was filled with the mellowness of time, and his voice was as heavy as aged wine, which made An Ning's heart beat unconsciously.

An Ning just accepted the memory and didn't know when the plot was going to develop. It was not easy to answer rashly, so she shook her head and replied: "It's okay."

Meng Yilang nodded casually and continued to look at the road.

An Ning turned her head and pretended to look at the road, but in fact she recalled how far the plot had progressed, but no matter how she thought about it, she could not think of any useful information.

The journey always has an end, and the end of this trip is Meng Yilang's apartment in the city center.

The apartment door lock is a fingerprint lock. When you open the door, the aunt who has already received Meng Yi’s message has thoughtfully prepared today’s lunch, a small piece of sweet and sour rice, a steamed Dongxing Spot, a cold cucumber, and a stir-fried Shiqi.

The aunt brought the dishes to the table and returned to the nanny's room.

An Ning recalled the original owner's habit and stood up to help Meng Yi Langsheng's rice.

After dinner, he took down all the dishes. An Ning brought the clean and cut fruit to the table, inserted a piece of kiwi with a toothpick and handed it to Meng Yi's lips.

However, Meng Yilang, who had been following the flow of the boat, did not open his mouth today, and even retreated without any trace.

An Ning's arms holding the toothpick froze, raised her head slightly, and met Meng Yilang's eyes full of looking.

Meng Yilang's gaze was as sharp and straightforward as a ray. With an exploration from the outside to the inside, he looked at An Ning for a long time, inside and outside.

An Ning felt that Meng Yilang's gaze was like a knife and almost cut off her skin and bones, just like an animal instinct would burst when she felt threatening. An Ning's back stiffened, and her face subconsciously squeezed out a pleasing smile: "What's wrong?"

"I have sent someone to transfer this apartment to your name."

Meng Yilang's voice was low and heavy, as intoxicating as the old wine he had collected for many years, but his words were like a scoop of cold water pouring directly on An Ning's head, and An Ning was stunned for a moment.

"Last time you said you didn't like this company, I've already greeted the company. If you want to change the company, I'll help you go to HT. If you want to open a studio, you can also directly affiliate with HT. With Xiao Zhen there, no one dares to make things difficult for you."

After saying this, Meng Yilang paused, lowered his head and looked at An Ning. Seeing that An Ning was just staring at him blankly and did not ask back as he expected, Meng Yilang breathed a sigh of relief and felt a vague displeasure of being out of his control.

But thinking about what he was going to do, Meng Yilang forced his displeasure in his heart and continued, "I have already made the stocks, houses, cars, and Assistant Wang, as well as the resources you wanted very much before, someone will send them tomorrow. Do you have anything else to want?"

An Ning finally knew when it was now.

Now, it is the day when Meng Yilang decides to marry Song Qingyang and showdown with An Ning.

She started doing the previous two tasks before the incident happened. This time, she came to the end and caught her off guard. At this moment, when she heard Meng Yilang's voice, "Do you have anything else to want?", An Ning almost screamed.

She wants to turn back time, can you do it?

The road is already done, and no matter how crazy she is, she can do nothing.

An Ning wanted Meng Yilang to have a sincere heart and wanted Meng Yilang to regret it, so she naturally couldn't do what An Ning did.

That would not only not make Meng Yilang change his mind, but would push him farther and farther away. But if she agreed lightly, she would look particularly boring. An Ning raised her head and looked at Meng Yilang.

Meng Yilang was born in the Meng family and graduated from a world-class university. After graduating from a master's degree, he took over the family business and his first project increased tenfold. This man was like an apple that was kissed by God. Everything he had was something that others wanted to get for the rest of their lives, but could not get. He alone occupied so many.

He was favored by God, so he developed a character that he said he would not care about everything. After being by his side for five years, he could use money to pass her away. Talking about feelings to him was tantamount to playing the piano for a cow.

When An Ning and Meng Yilang were twenty-eight years old, he is now thirty-three years old, and his face is still as handsome as when An Ning first met five years ago. However, there is a lot of stability and pride that has been settled down from years. The corners of his eyes seemed to be like the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, with an even more ancient coldness. In September, An Ning shivered.

The man's feelings are like oxygen at a height of ten thousand meters, so thin that it is almost nothing.

Since you can't talk about feelings, then you can find a new way.

An Ning smiled at Meng Yilang and said, "Mr. Meng has planned so much for me, it's already very good. An Ning doesn't ask for anything else. She just spent five years with Mr. Meng. An Ning has been enjoying the kindness Mr. Meng has been doing me well and has not paid much. She feels deeply ashamed. If Mr. Meng doesn't dislike me, An Ning will cook tonight's meal, how good is An Ning?"

An Ning kept smiling slightly when she spoke. Her chestnut pupils were as clear as the clear lake surface, and her pink red lips bent into a light curve, as fresh as the sky after the rain. Meng Yilang's inadvertent gaze was unconsciously fixed on An Ning's face. After hearing An Ning's words, Meng Yilang lowered his eyes and thought about it, and nodded dispensable: "Whatever you want."

Just means acquiescence.

Meng Yilang said casually, but An Ning immediately started to work in the kitchen as if she had received an imperial edict. The middle of the way even asked the aunt to go to the supermarket downstairs to buy some more vegetables.
Chapter completed!