When Mr. Zhang saw Mrs. Zhang's outfit today, he naturally felt that it was very appropriate.

The charity dinner was a success. Photos of Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Zhang were published in local magazines and Weibo.

"I'm so embarrassed! This dress actually looks so good!"

"The Zhang family seems to hold a charity party every year!"

"Mrs. Zhang's style looks great this year! She must have changed her stylist and designer!"

There was a sigh of relief on Zhang's Weibo.

Some netizens even uncovered photos of Mrs. Zhang attending charity dinners in previous years. The gorgeous dresses and heavy accessories were completely different from this year’s style!

Netizens commented on Weibo, wondering who the designer of this dress would be.

"Here we go! I heard that the designer of this dress was Baronate An's wife, Lan Weiwan!"

"I heard that Lan Weiwan's major in college was fashion design! I didn't expect that the clothes he designed would be so beautiful!"

"I just fell in love! Are the clothes designed by Mrs. An expensive? I really want to get one designed by Mrs. An!"

"How can you commoners afford such expensive clothes?"

There were a lot of discussions on Weibo, but they were all positive towards Lan Weiwan.

Suddenly, the number of fans on Lan Weiwan’s Weibo skyrocketed!

After the dinner, Mrs. Zhang returned to her Taoist home and called Lan Weiwan's phone number.

The call was quickly answered.

"Hello." Lan Weiwan's voice came out.

"Hello, Mrs. An, it's me, I'm Mrs. Zhang." Mrs. Zhang said.

Lan Weiwan was still designing clothes in the study, and was a little surprised to receive a call from Mrs. Zhang.

"Mrs. Zhang, is there something wrong with the clothes?" Lan Weiwan remembered that tonight was the day when Mrs. Zhang was attending a dinner party. She was afraid that there was something wrong with the clothes she designed, so she asked quickly.

"No, Mrs. An, it's like this. My friends also like the clothes you designed. I want to take them to your studio in a few days. Do you have time?" Mrs. Zhang asked.

When Mrs. Zhang learned that Zhunjue An and Lan Weiwan were getting married, she was a little surprised. After all, Zhunjue An had never let a woman get close to him before. Now that he suddenly got married, Mrs. Zhang naturally thought that it was that woman.

Gaining the favor of Lord An, he flew up the branches and became a phoenix.

Unexpectedly, when she met Lan Weiwan, her mind changed. At first glance, Mrs. Zhang felt that Lan Weiwan was very independent. Later she learned that Lan Weiwan had set up her own studio. Thinking of her

Nian's friendship with Anjia was still good, so he ordered a custom-made outfit in Lan Weiwan's studio.

Although she didn't have high hopes for this dress at first, Lan Weiwan proved her strength.

"Ah, if you have time, Mrs. Zhang, there are always people in our studio. You can come anytime." Lan Weiwan said.

Mrs. Zhang began to look at this girl with admiration. Gradually, she developed a sense of admiration for Lan Weiwan.

After hanging up the phone, Lan Weiwan looked at Lord An who was doing some work at the side.

The tables of Lord An and Lan Weiwan wanted to face each other, but Lord An was sitting opposite him at the moment.

When Lan Weiwan looked at Baron Count An, he found that Baron Count An was also looking at him.

"Did I disturb your work?" Lan Weiwan asked.

Lord An shook his head and saw the tiny light in Lan Weiwan's eyes.

"Mrs. Zhang said that the clothes I designed have been well received by them, and she will come to our studio in two days." Lan Weiwan said and smiled unconsciously at Baron An, revealing two small

Pear vortex.

Lord An admitted that every time Lan Weiwan smiled at him, his heartbeat would skip half a beat.

"Our studio?" Lord An asked unconsciously.

"Yeah, without you, this studio wouldn't be able to open! So, it's our studio!" Lan Weiwan said.

Zhunjue An nodded after hearing this, and felt warm in his heart.

"By the way, look at the silk scarf I designed for my mother. Does it look good?" Lan Weiwan said and sent the drawing to Lord An.

Lord An lowered his head and looked at it. It was a light yellow silk scarf with pieces of snowflakes on it, just like the snowy season in winter.

When Lan Weiwan saw Lord An nodded, he said, "I think mother will like it."

Lord An did not speak, but nodded again.

Seeing Baron Count An like this, Lan Weiwan had already guessed that Baron Count An would react like this, and thought to himself, this idiot is stupid.

After the two of them finished handling the matters at hand, they returned to the bedroom.

Lan Weiwan has been busy designing manuscripts these days. Today, she finally didn't have to worry about anything going wrong with the dress, so she fell asleep.

Zhunjue An saw Lan Weiwan sleeping soundly and silently took off his mask, revealing his original handsome face.

He still didn't know what would happen if his face was seen by Lan Weiwan. Count An looked at Lan Weiwan in awe, and then murmured: "You know? I seem to be a little, a little too much."

I care about you."

"Although you have a bad temper, I don't know why, but I always have a desire to protect you. I want to put all the beautiful things in the world in front of you. I don't want you to be hurt at all.

"

As he spoke, Lord An lowered his head and placed a kiss on Lan Weiwan's forehead. His heart was beating like thunder. Lord An thought that if Lan Weiwan woke up at this moment, he would definitely hear the voice in his heart.

Thinking of this, Lord An quietly covered his heart with his hand.

The next day, before Lan Weiwan woke up, Baron Count An put on a mask and became the Baron Count An that Lan Weiwan was most familiar with.

When Lan Weiwan woke up, he found that his side was already empty. Lan Weiwan stretched out on the big bed, and remembered Mrs. Zhang's words again, and smiled unconsciously.

Suddenly, Lan Weiwan seemed to think of the voice in her ear last night. She seemed to have heard something, but she was not sure.

After going downstairs, Lan Weiwan saw Baron Count An reading a newspaper, which was his usual habit.

"President An, did you talk in your sleep last night?" Lan Weiwan walked up to Baron An and asked.

Lord An was stunned for a moment and replied: "No, I never talk in my sleep."

"Whose voice did I hear last night? I seemed to hear someone speaking in my ear last night," Lan Weiwan said.

Lord An was stunned for a moment and looked at Lan Weiwan unconsciously.

Could it be that her little secret was discovered by her?

"No, you are hallucinating." Lord An pretended to be calm and said.
Chapter completed!