1181: C1181 Don't Let My Money Go to Waste

C1181 Don't Let My Money Go to Waste

Le Huan looked at Yinn Cheng'an and smiled. "Lucky? What the heck, you changed your character? You actually said such a thing?"

Yinn Cheng'an smiled and said, "You're old, so it's time to stop thinking about it!"

He seemed to be immune to these messy women now. He had no desire at all.

On the contrary, during these few days, he often thought of the simple and warm times when he was with Jiang Yunmeng.

Le Huan laughed bitterly, "Your heart now belongs to someone, but I don't know where the woman who stole my heart is!"

Yinn Cheng'an raised his head and drank a cup of wine. He said, "Since you can't find her, it means that you have no fate in this life. It's better not to find her. Cherish the present!"

"Cherish the present? If you are not the person you love, how can you cherish it?"

He raised his wine glass and was about to drink it when he suddenly noticed a few people wearing black bodyguards uniform walking in the chaotic crowd in front of him.

"F * ck, they actually found this place!"

He threw down his glass and wanted to run.

However, those few black-clothed men had already surrounded their seats. They respectfully and forcefully said, "Young Master, please follow us back!"

Le Huan was unwilling to give up. He gestured with his hand and was about to make a move.

Yinn Cheng'an said coldly, "The things here are very precious!"

Joy instantly understood. "F * ck, Yin Second, you betrayed me?"

Yinn Cheng'an smiled and said, "I'm helping you. Go back obediently and be your groom!"

The few bodyguards in black immediately went forward and caught Le Huan and took him away.

The young girl was frightened. She looked at Yinn Cheng'an timidly and said, "Second Master Yin, what should I do?"

Yinn Cheng'an coldly said, "Where are you from, get lost!"

After he said that, he got up and left.

He returned to his car and could not help but call Jiang Yunmeng. It had been three days already. Her anger should have dissipated by now, right?

At this moment, Jiang Yunmeng had just finished work and pulled Yung Dai'er's hand, saying, "Let's go and eat supper. I am going to starve to death!"

Yung Dai'er looked at the gloomy sky and shivered. She said, "The sky is too cold. Why don't we go back to the hotel to eat hotpot!"

Jiang Yunmeng felt that this idea was not bad and said to her assistant and Yung Dai'er's assistant, "The two of you go and buy some ingredients and bring them back to the hotel!"

The two girls agreed and went to prepare.

Jiang Yunmeng and Yung Dai'er each went back to their rooms, took a hot shower and changed into pajamas.

Yung Dai'er used the hairdryer to blow her hair while flipping her phone.

She was disappointed. There was not a single phone call or message.

Since that night, Jiang Nanchen had not forgiven her ever since he got angry. Even though he shared a bed with her, he no longer hugged her. Instead, he had his back to her.

No matter how she pleased him, he did not smile at her.

When she came to the production team, he did not send her off. He only coldly said, "Act well. Don't let my money go to waste!"

She felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to die, but he turned around and left.0

Now, she had been in the production team for two or three days, and he had not received any news.

She had a bad premonition. She felt that Jiang Nanchen might know that she was borrowing money from Yeh Jingxuan. Recently, she had only concealed one thing from him.

She did not know how he knew, but she did not dare to confirm it with him.

Her heart was filled with worry, and she silently sighed.

Just then, the door opened and her assistant walked in and said, "Sister Rong, let's go to Sister Jiang's room. The hotpot is ready!"

Yung Dai'er acknowledged and went to Jiang Yunmeng's room with her assistant.

Jiang Yunmeng and her assistant were pouring fish balls into the hotpot.

Her phone rang beside her hand but she did not answer.

Yung Dai'er went over and saw the word 'An'. She could not help but feel envious and said, "Why didn't you answer your man's phone?"

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