Looking at the itinerary in front of him, An Huaijue narrowed his eyes.

This itinerary is too much, with all kinds of things, the schedule is full, and there is almost no time for rest.

The air pressure on his body is getting lower and lower, and Bai Hao's back is getting colder and colder. After following Mr. An for so many years, he knows him very well. Now he is silent and exuding a cold look, it is clear

It's because I feel depressed.

"Mr. An, do you think you need any changes or coordination?" Bai Hao's voice became softer.

He was afraid that if he touched his reverse scales, he would be inflamed.

"No need, you can go out first." An Huaijue reached out and pinched the center of his brow.

That inexplicable restlessness has been tormenting him, but these are all arranged matters and must be dealt with one by one.

The employees in the company also felt this low pressure. They secretly asked Bai Hao: "Mr. An, he should be fine, right? Or is there something wrong with the company?"

"Don't think so wildly, just attend your class." As a competent subordinate, Bai Hao would naturally not disclose information about An Huai Jue.

He glanced at those who liked gossip and gave them a few words of warning.

"We, Mr. An, don't care about others. If you don't work conscientiously, you will definitely be fired." After saying that, he turned and left.

Of course, this is not alarmist.

Bai Hao was absolutely right. An Huaijue did not rub sand in his eyes. If he discovered the problem, there would definitely be no good results.

Soon it was noon.

According to the itinerary, An Huaijue is having dinner with the head of the Zhang family.

The two of them drank and chatted in a harmonious manner, but when they discussed cooperation, the two sides began to fight. In the end, the head of the Zhang family made concessions and gave up a lot of benefits.

This surprised An Huaijue.

It stands to reason that a person like Mr. Zhang who has a strong desire to win cannot make concessions easily, otherwise, there must be something fishy in this.

Meeting his suspicious gaze, Mr. Zhang coughed and said, "I know what you are thinking. I have to explain it. That's why I say this because of your wife."

Isn't it too late?

An Huaijue's face changed slightly. He covered his lips, stared at Mr. Zhang and said slowly: "What do you mean by this? What does this have to do with her?"

"I think your wife is a very reliable person, and I believe Mr. An is the same. I hope we can have a happy cooperation." After saying that, he extended his hand.

Why does this sound so strange?

An Huaijue frowned tightly. He took a sip from his wine glass and said softly, "Mr. Zhang, do you know my wife so well?"

When he said this, his voice was a little colder.

Seemingly sensing his strangeness, Mr. Zhang explained a few more words to him: "Mr. An, don't get me wrong. The reason why I say this is because my wife is on good terms with your wife, and she always exaggerates Miss Nan in front of me.

"

"Really?" An Huaijue smiled lightly. Although he was still uncomfortable, the weird feeling was reduced.

Mr. Zhang kept praising Lan Weiwan without stopping. In the end, he envied An Huaijue for being able to marry such a wife.

He was not aware of the change in the atmosphere at all, nor was he aware of the change in the eyes of the person opposite him.

"It would be great if I had a chance to meet her," Mr. Zhang said in a very sincere tone, "I want to know what charm Miss Nan has that can make my wife full of praise."

Hearing this, An Huaijue frowned even more.

What nonsense is he talking about, and he still wants to see someone? His eyes instantly turned into a thin line, and his eyes became cold.

"What's wrong? The food doesn't suit your appetite?" Mr. Zhang then noticed the change in An Huaijue's expression.

"No, I think we should talk about something serious."

He didn't want to hear that it was not too late for him to keep talking about it. He would only become more and more annoyed as he listened.

"I think there is no problem. If possible, we can sign a contract next. I will send someone to the company to discuss it with you in detail. Mr. An, what do you think?"

An Huaijue nodded: "That's fine, I'm looking forward to cooperating with you."

He said he was looking forward to it, but his tone was not like that. He was sulking in his heart, hoping that Mr. Zhang would stop and stop mentioning Lan Weiwan.

The other party didn't seem to hear what he said. Before he was about to leave, he said: "Are you two having a quarrel? I feel that Mr. An doesn't look good when I mention Miss Nan."

If Bai Hao were here, he would definitely complain.

It turns out you know it too.

"Mr. Zhang is really good at telling jokes." An Huaijue firmly refused to admit it.

Generally speaking, he doesn't like his personal affairs to be commented on by others, and he doesn't like others to interfere. He doesn't get angry at the moment, all because the other person is a partner, otherwise he would have walked away long ago.

After taking two sips of wine, Mr. Zhang pointed out to An Huaijue with an experienced attitude: "Actually, women's thoughts are very simple. They just hope that they can be cared about and loved. As long as you spend more time coaxing her, I will

I believe the kind-hearted Miss Nan will change her mind soon."

"..." An Huaijue was speechless.

He is getting more and more energetic.

But speaking more carefully, these suggestions from Mr. Zhang are still useful. An Huaijue glanced at him quietly, coughed and said, "I have something else to leave first. If you have anything else, please call me."

After saying that, he called the waiter to pay.

"Hold on and you listen to me. As long as you go back and coax Miss Nan, everything will be fine."

He did this all the time, so he summed up his experience. As a man, you still can't save face and suffer. When it's time to let go of your dignity, you have to let it go. Otherwise, where will you find your wife if you lose her?

An Huaijue was in a very complicated mood at the moment. He wanted to go find her, but he couldn't seem to pull that face off.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to find someone first.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he looked over, he saw Xu Qing coming.

Enemies are really on a narrow road, and Jiu's face becomes even more gloomy.

At this moment, Xu Qing had a smile on his face, looking very relaxed, and the corners of his lips were raised, as if something happy was waiting for him.

This picture was particularly dazzling to An Huaijue.

His face gradually darkened, and his eyes seemed to be covered with winter frost, exuding a heavy cold air.

Xu Qing didn't come to do anything shameful. He just came to discuss the competition with Lan Weiwan. His plan was very detailed and he had prepared a lot for this competition.

I just didn't expect that I would be stopped as soon as I arrived.

He was a little surprised when he saw An Huaijue, but he soon returned to normal and greeted him naturally.

"Okay, put away all your tricks." An Huaijue's voice was extremely cold.
Chapter completed!