The eyes of Lord An were also full of doubts. "There has been no salary payment for half a year." Lord An recalled the real estate project half a year ago in his mind.

"It's a group of villas in the suburbs, right?" Baron An asked.

Everyone nodded and said: "Yes, yes, it is a group of villas in the suburbs."

Lan Weiwan looked at the contemplative face of Baron An, and secretly thought that there was nothing he could do because he didn't know Baron An six months ago.

But Lan Weiwan had a calendar in his mind. Lan Weiwan thought that he and Lord An had only been married for three months, and they should be there soon.

Thinking of this, Lan Weiwan's heart sank.

On the other side. In the office.

"How are things going?" came the man's deep and hoarse voice.

"Boss, it's done. It shouldn't be so easy for him to get away this time,"

"Humph, you underestimate his ability too much," the man said, looking at the picture in the mailbox. In the picture, people were slowly gathering in front of the Anshi Building.

Just when Lord An and Lan Weiwan were about to talk to the workers, several reporters suddenly rushed up and took pictures of the scene. Lord An frowned slightly but said nothing.

"President An, is it true that you are in arrears with wages?" a reporter asked standing in front of Lord An.

"No. But the workers all work on An's Group's properties and don't get corresponding wages, so it boils down to this and it's still our company's problem." Zhunjue An took the microphone handed over by the reporter and looked at the camera.

, said word for word.

Lan Weiwan stood next to Baron Count An, turned sideways and looked at Baron Count An's strong expression when he spoke, and unconsciously felt at ease. Lan Weiwan reached out and held Baron Count An's big hand.

Lord An felt his hand being held. After he finished speaking, he glanced down at Lan Weiwan, and then squeezed Lan Weiwan's soft, boneless hand.

"I can promise you here that the wages that the workers deserve will not be less than a penny. Moreover, after we investigate clearly, we will give you some labor fees so that the workers will not work in vain these days."

When the workers heard Zhuanjue An's words, they finally let go of their worries, and seeing that Zhuanjue An and Lan Weiwan were not like the bosses in the past, they were even more certain that Boss An would give them the money.

"Reporter, we would like to say a few words. We heard these words from Boss An now. Although we have not been paid for half a year, we still decided to believe in Boss An again." The man's simple face said in front of the camera.

With.

Then the crowd slowly dispersed, and Bai Hao was responsible for collecting the workers' contact information and sending them away.

Then Lord An took Lan Weiwan back to the office.

The summer afternoon was still very hot, and Lan Weiwan didn't even eat a few bites of food at noon. After being exposed to the sun for so long, her face turned red and she felt like she was almost unsteady on her feet.

"Are you injured?" After returning to the office, Lord An put Lan Weiwan on the sofa and asked.

Finally returning to the air-conditioned room, Lan Weiwan's tired body finally recovered a little here, but due to standing outside for a long time, Lan Weiwan still suffered from heat stroke.

"I'm fine. Were you injured when you came?" Lan Weiwan looked at Baron Count An carefully to see if he was injured. After saying that, Lan Weiwan stood up from the sofa and pulled Baron Count An.

He looked around at his hands and face.

After confirming that there were no wounds on Lord An's body, Lan Weiwan felt relieved.

"I hope you're okay. It scared me to death. You don't know that when I found out about the accident in the company at noon, my heart was in a state of panic," Lan Weiwan said, her tone full of anxiety.

"I ran over here before I even finished my meal. And did you know that I couldn't even get a taxi? It took me a long time to get one." Lan Weiwan seemed to still be able to think of how he was running out of breath at that time.

The scene coming over.

Hearing Lan Weiwan's words, Baron Count An's heart felt hot, but there was also a strange feeling in his heart. Baron Count An slowly tasted this feeling in his heart. Later, Baron Count An finally understood that this feeling was

What is it, is that after being moved and distressed together, I fell in love with the girl in front of me.

"What do you want to eat tonight? Let's go eat it as compensation for you." At this moment, Lord An looked at Lan Weiwan, whose face was red, and asked.

"Let's go have some Chinese food, okay?" Lan Weiwan asked.

Lord An nodded and said, "Okay, considering how hard you have worked today, I will listen to you."

As soon as Lan Weiwan heard Zhunjue An's tone, he understood that the arrogant and arrogant person was back. Too lazy to argue with Zhunjue An, Lan Weiwan smiled and nodded, saying: "Then please ask President An to come at that time."

My studio picked me up!" Speaking of the studio, Lan Weiwan was going to tell Baron An about what happened in the studio this morning.

"Do you know what happened this morning?" Lan Weiwan looked at Lord An with almond-shaped eyes.

Lord An shook his head and then said: "I don't know."

"Xu Xiying came to my studio. After looking at it, she felt that the clothes in my studio were not suitable for her. When I wanted to invite her out, Mrs. Zhang and her group came. Then, guess what

"Yes?" Lan Weiwan said and stopped talking, looking at Baron An with a smile, as if waiting for his answer.

"What did she go to your studio for? Did she hurt you?" Lord An's focus was not on Xu Xiying. He just wanted to know if Lan Weiwan was bullied or injured today.

"No, of course not. How could you ask that?" Lan Weiwan raised her face and asked.

Zhunjue An looked at Lan Weiwan's face where the blush had not gone away. There was still fine hair on Lan Weiwan's face.

"It's okay if I ask," said Baron An.

"Then I'll go back first. Remember to pick me up in the evening!" Lan Weiwan said and was about to go back. But when he turned around, Baron An held his hand.

Lan Weiwan turned his head suspiciously, looked at Lord An and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Baron Count An's silence, Lan Weiwan felt a little worried, so she turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Baron Count An? Are you feeling unwell?" Lan Weiwan wanted to touch him as he spoke.

Lord Ann's forehead.

"No discomfort, don't go back yet, stay here, let's go have dinner together later." Baron Baron An said.

"Then over there in the studio..." Lan Weiwan ran out since noon and didn't go back all afternoon. She was afraid that others would be too busy to work.

"Here." Baron An said again.
Chapter completed!