Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

Inside An's house, Yang Zhuoying was holding her mobile phone in a daze.

Because An Qier agreed to take her to the evening banquet held by the Qin family tonight, Yang Zhuoying decided to postpone her return to China for two days.

However, she didn't know how to tell He Junlin, and she didn't dare to call him directly. She just sent him a WeChat message and said that she would go back the day after tomorrow.

Yang Zhuoying was mentally prepared to accept He Junlin's censure, but after receiving the message, he only replied, "I understand."

The cold tone is actually more uncomfortable than scolding.

Is He Junlin very angry?
If it were her, she would also be angry. She agreed to go to see Father Yang, but instead of saying hello, she ran to country L with Yang Xiaoyi, and promised to go back yesterday, but in the end she kept delaying her return time.

Yang Zhuoying sighed, why not call He Junlin to explain clearly.

Her finger rested on the phone number, but she couldn't press it. Forget it. After the matter here is settled, go back and explain it clearly to He Junlin. Otherwise, she is afraid that she will not be able to help but change her mind when she hears his voice. , Immediately fly back.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which woke up Yang Zhuoying who was in a daze.

"Miss Yang, dinner is ready, the young master invites you to go downstairs for dinner."

Holding her mobile phone, Yang Zhuoying walked over to open the door and looked at the butler standing at the door. Seeing her coming out, the butler respectfully invited her to dinner.

"Okay." Yang Zhuoying closed the door, turned and went downstairs.

When Yang Zhuoying walked into the restaurant, she saw An Ziyu sitting at the dining table, but An Ziqi was not there. She asked casually, "Has An Ziqi come down yet?"

"Ziqi, I was called out by a friend. I won't be at home for dinner tonight. Sit down." An Ziyu pointed to the chair opposite, signaling Yang Zhuoying to take a seat quickly and prepare for dinner.

Yang Zhuoying didn't expect that she and An Ziyu would be the only ones having dinner together. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly walked over and sat down. For some reason, he always gave her an inexplicable coercion, and being alone with him made her a little nervous. Embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"How did you meet Ziqi?"

Yang Zhuoying thought about finishing her meal quickly, then went back to her room, and as soon as she sat down, she immersed herself in eating hard, but when she was halfway through her meal, she heard An Ziyu ask this question.

She froze for a moment, thinking that he thought the atmosphere was too dull, so she picked up a topic at random, but she didn't care too much and said: "I used to be colleagues with her, so we can be considered friends. Su Zishi is my foster brother, and we have known each other for six years." .”

Yang Zhuoying didn't have the nerve to say that her relationship with An Ziqi was not good before, and An Ziqi even treated her as an imaginary enemy, and the relationship between the two improved only in the past two days.

Next, the two chatted while eating, most of the topics were about An Ziqi. After the meal, Yang Zhuoying was not as wary of An Ziyu as he was at the beginning, and was a little envious that An Ziqi had such a brother who loved her.

After dinner, An Ziyu went to the study to deal with official business, and told Yang Zhuoying that he would bring her to the Qin family's evening banquet in the evening, so that she wouldn't have to be cramped, and just treat this place as her own.

Sensing An Ziyu's kindness, Yang Zhuoying was not in a hurry to go back to her room, so she just looked around.

Last night, when she came back with An Ziqi, she felt that the An family was very big and luxurious, but that was just a general feeling, and it was only when she walked around that she truly realized how rich the An family was.

At this time, a servant of An's family passed by with a bag of things, and accidentally collided with Yang Zhuoying, and the things in her hands were scattered all over the ground. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Yang Zhuoying shook her head, expressing that it's okay. Seeing the servant squatting down to tidy up, she realized that the servant was holding some old magazines and picture albums.

"No need, honorable guest, I can do it myself, otherwise, if the housekeeper sees me asking the guest to do something, he will punish me to kneel." Seeing that Yang Zhuoying wanted to help clean up, the servant quickly said no.

Hearing this, Yang Zhuoying didn't want to do anything again, so as not to do bad things with good intentions.

The servant quickly packed up the things, nodded to Yang Zhuoying, and walked towards the utility room.

Just as Yang Zhuoying was about to take a step, she caught a glimpse of a photo on the ground and thought that the servant had dropped it just now, so she bent down to pick it up.

At this moment, the housekeeper came out of the study, and Yang Zhuoying subconsciously stuffed the photo into his trouser pocket.

"Miss Yang, may I help you?" the housekeeper asked respectfully as he passed by.

Yang Zhuoying wanted to say nothing, but glanced casually at the small building not far ahead, and asked casually, "What's there?"

"That's my wife's studio." The housekeeper looked in the direction she pointed and explained with a smile.

"By the way, I don't seem to have seen Mrs. An." She had lived in for two days, and she seemed to only see An Ziqi's two brothers and sisters, but not the rest of the An family.

"The madam and the master are traveling abroad, and they won't be back until next month."

Seeing that Yang Zhuoying had been staring at the small building, the housekeeper indicated that she could go in and visit it. Mrs. An was usually at home and liked to invite guests to visit her masterpieces.

"It's really okay, won't it be bad?"

Hearing from the housekeeper that Mrs. An is a photographer, the works she has photographed have won various awards and held several film festivals. Yang Zhuoying was aroused curiosity and wanted to see Mrs. An's masterpieces.

"It's okay, just go in and visit. If you have any thoughts, you can also leave a message for your wife, and I will definitely tell your wife."

So, Yang Zhuoying followed the housekeeper into the small building.

The environment of the small building is very quiet and elegant. Yang Zhuoying especially appreciates the bamboo forest planted around the small building. When the wind blows, it makes people feel like they are in a sea of ​​bamboo.

"Miss Yang, please go easy on yourself. I have other things to attend to. If you need anything, you can use this phone number to call someone over."

After taking her into the small building, the butler didn't stay any longer, and pointed out the location of the phone, then turned and left.

After the housekeeper left, Yang Zhuoying slowly appreciated Mrs. An's masterpiece.

Browsing one by one, Yang Zhuoying admired Mrs. An's photography skills.

Although she doesn't know much about photography, it can be seen from these photos that Mrs. An is a caring person.

These photos are of people and landscapes. The color processing and themes of the pictures are shocking. No wonder she has won so many awards.

Yang Zhuoying finished appreciating all the works hanging on the wall, and when she was a little bit unsatisfied, her eyes suddenly fell on an easel in the corner.

The easel was covered by a white cloth, Yang Zhuoying was a little curious, walked over and reached out to lift the white cloth, revealing a black and white photo underneath.

Most of the photos taken by Mrs. An are color photos, but the photo in front of me is black and white. At first glance, it makes people feel indescribable.

This is a side profile photo of a woman, she can't see her face clearly, but she can vaguely see that this is a beautiful woman, Yang Zhuoying looks familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere, but she can't remember it for a while.