When he learned that Lan Weiwan was crying, An Huaijue's mood became even more impetuous.

He pursed his thin lips, his face became more and more ugly, and there seemed to be a fire in his heart that was about to burst out.

"Why don't you say anything? Don't you feel any guilt at all?" An Huainan teased from the side.

An Huaijue raised his eyes and looked at him, with a hint of warning in his tone: "This is between her and me, you'd better not interfere."

He looked gloomy and looked very difficult to deal with.

The air became quiet for a few seconds.

An Huainan was stunned for a moment, then he said with a smile: "I just care about you, and I have no other intentions. Don't think too much about it."

As for what he was thinking, he actually didn't care at all. He just thought his appearance was funny. After all, few people could see him looking so angry.

"Don't talk so much nonsense and get out quickly." An Huaijue issued the eviction order.

Thinking of Lan Weiwan's sad look, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if something was blocking him and everything felt wrong.

Seeing him like this, An Huainan sighed inaudibly and couldn't help but say a few words of advice: "You can't do this. You have to coax her instead of sulking here with a straight face. Isn't that right?

use."

These words hit An Huaijue in the foot, and he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Don't worry about it, I have my own sense of discretion."

Speaking of having a sense of self-discipline, in An Huainan's view, he was just trying to show off his strength.

If he really knew how to coax people, Lan Weiwan wouldn't be so angry.

"Why are you still here and not leaving?" An Huaijue's face sank a little further.

An Huainan shook his head helplessly, and when he walked to the door, he turned back and told him: "You have to go back to the old house for dinner tonight. If you don't go back, they will nag you again."

Going back to the old house for dinner?

An Huaijue shook his head subconsciously: "I don't want to go, just tell them that I have something to do and it's not convenient for me to go back."

"Your excuse is too old-fashioned. Do you think they will believe it? Why don't you go back and shut their mouths?"

After An Huainan finished speaking, he opened the door and left.

When An Huaijue was the only one left in the room, he couldn't help but think of Lan Weiwan.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to call her, but he hesitated for a while and gave up. If he called her at this time, she probably wouldn't have anything nice to say.

Rather than embarrass both parties, it's better to stay calm and collected.

Soon evening came, and An Huaijue, who couldn't talk about going, finally went back to his old house.

Looking at the large table of carefully prepared dishes, he had no appetite at all.

The reason why he came back was because he was concerned about his face and didn't want others to misunderstand him.

As soon as he sat down, An Yuancong's eyes lingered on him, and his brows furrowed: "You always refuse to come back when I ask you to. What are you doing all day long?"

"Of course I'm busy with my own business." An Huaijue didn't want to say more.

Yang Ruohua coughed hard and hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, just stop saying a few words."

However, they still felt a little strange and asked why Lan Weiwan didn't come back together.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Others were also curious. In the past, An Huaijue would take her home for such family banquets, but now he didn't even see her.

What the hell is going on...

"She was delayed because of something. Let me say sorry to you. She will definitely come next time." An Huaijue made up a random reason.

I was thinking in my heart, I wonder if there will be a next time.

Lan Weiwan's temper is more stubborn than he thought. He is the type who never looks back until he hits the wall, and he accepts death.

Thinking of what she had said to him in the bar before, he suddenly had a headache. He reached out and pressed his temples, trying to get rid of this uneasy feeling.

"Looking at you like this, it must be caused by not doing your job properly." An Yuancong's voice was very stern.

An Huaijue didn't refute, just looked at him quietly.

If you don't do your job properly, you won't do your job properly. At least you won't be as scheming as they are. They look harmonious on the surface, but secretly they are turbulent.

"Huai Jue, I originally wanted you to work in my company, but after thinking about it, there is no suitable job for you." An Yuanke said this deliberately.

He just wanted to stimulate An Huaijue and see his reaction?

An Yuanxuan, who was sitting next to him, added: "That is to say, there should be nothing suitable for you in this world. After all, you don't even like it."

The two of them sang and sang together, mocking him for being so ambitious, but the disdain in their eyes should not be too obvious.

To put it bluntly, they are here to ridicule his incompetence, thinking that he can't do anything.

An Huaijue glanced at them coldly. Feeling the strong sense of oppression, they immediately shut up and did not dare to speak anymore. At the same time, they felt very embarrassed. How could they feel afraid of him?

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

An Huaijue had no appetite to eat. He put down his chopsticks and said calmly: "If you want to hold a criticism meeting with me, then you don't have to, because I won't do things according to your ideas."

"What do you mean now?" An Yuanke was very angry.

This kid is too arrogant and doesn't take them seriously at all. If his wings grow stronger, he will be able to do it in the future.

An Huaijue didn't want to explain. He reached out and pinched his eyebrows, put down his chopsticks a little irritably, and went upstairs without saying a word.

"No, you have to discipline him well. How can such an attitude work? If this continues, others will only say that our An family is uneducated."

Yang Ruohua couldn't help but frown after hearing An Yuanxuan's words: "I'll go upstairs to see him first."

When she went upstairs, she found An Huaijue silently lost in thought on the balcony, looking thoughtful.

As soon as the wind blew over, Yang Ruohua felt a little cold.

She turned back to get a coat and put it on him, with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "They are just that kind of people, you don't have to take what they say to heart."

"Um."

An Huaijue nodded slowly. His mind was now full of Lan Weiwan and he had no time to think about others.

"You should come back to hang out with us more often. If you have anything on your mind, you can tell me. Don't keep it to yourself."

Yang Ruohua saw that he had something on his mind, and originally wanted to ask clearly, but after thinking about it, he finally stopped talking.

If he doesn't take the initiative to say it, then no matter how much she asks, she won't be able to find out.

"I understand, you go down and accompany them." An Huaijue frowned and relaxed a little.

But he was still very upset and checked his phone from time to time to see if she had sent any messages, but there was none.

After all, he made a miscalculation.

"Did you have a fight with Weiwan?" Yang Ruohua suddenly said.
Chapter completed!