Lan Weiwan put the drawing paper at the bottom of the pile of papers so that he no longer had to see An Huaijue's face.

but……

There was a trace of tenderness in Lan Weiwan's eyes. She lay on the table, her hands seemed to be completely disobedient to her, and she couldn't help but reach out to where the drawing paper was.

She wanted to take another look, just one look,

Well, it’s not to see An Huaijue, absolutely not.

Lan Weiwan just wants to appreciate his paintings. There's nothing wrong with that, right?

With this thought in mind, Lan Weiwan pulled out the drawing paper again, held it with both hands, and raised it high in front of his eyes.

His facial features are eighty-nine points similar to the real An Huaijue, well, maybe more than eighty-nine points.

After admiring it for a long time, Lan Weiwan realized that what she did was really disappointing, and she quickly shook her head to clear her mind. If she continued like this, she might be confused by the person in the painting.

He stuffed the drawing paper in in a panic.

Struggling repeatedly between wanting to look and not being able to look, An Weiwan looked at a corner of the drawing paper and sighed deeply, helplessly, and said to herself: "When will you be able to do it better?"

Finally, Lan Weiwan took out the painting and placed it in front of the table, so that she could see it when she looked up, so she didn't have to keep this matter in her mind.

While working, he looked at the painting in front of him and the outline of the face. For some reason, Lan Weiwan felt strange.

The person in the painting is An Huaijue.

But no matter how you look at it, it feels a bit familiar.

Lan Weiwan seemed to see another person in this portrait. This person was very familiar to Lan Weiwan. He was...

Lan Weiwan stared at this painting, and she finally understood.

Why does An Huaijue have a shadow of An San?

She didn't know if her intuition was accurate, but the more she looked, the more the faces of An Huaijue and An San merged together in front of her eyes.

An Huaijue is indeed similar to An San in many places.

Lan Weiwan's brows furrowed deeply, and her original shy mood was swept away. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but the portrait in front of her, both in expression and facial features, made her feel at odds with the peace in her mind.

The three are linked together.

What is the relationship between An San and An Huaijue?

Lan Weiwan's eyes fell on the painting, recalling that she had doubts about all this before, but she didn't have much evidence at that time, so she didn't think about it in detail.

Now, seeing this painting, this thought came to Lan Weiwan's mind again. There is an inextricable relationship between An San and An Huaijue.

"It seems that I have to see what An Huai Jue is like."

If she had the chance to observe carefully, she might actually be able to find clues in it.

This idea lingered in Lan Weiwan's mind. She even sat on a chair and began to meditate on how to make this idea come true.

Take the opportunity to ask him out for dinner?

Or find a few more photos to compare?

In any case, it is impossible for Lan Weiwan to let this matter go. Today, just based on this portrait, Lan Weiwan had a lot of strange thoughts. Next time, if he can take a closer look at An Huaijue, maybe she

Many of your questions can be answered.

When An Huaijue wasn't paying attention, the idea of ​​observing the similarities between An Huaijue and An San emerged in Lan Weiwan's mind, and she began to feel that everything might not be as simple as she imagined.

The portrait lay quietly on the table, but it looked a bit sarcastic. Lan Weiwan's shyness was swept away, replaced by suspicion and confusion.

While Lan Weiwan was thinking hard, trying to find some evidence, the screen of the mobile phone placed on the table suddenly lit up.

Lan Weiwan picked up the phone and clicked on the message interface. The sender was Xu Qing.

Xu Qing urgently informed Lan Weiwan: "The competition time has been advanced, I'm afraid we have to keep up with the progress."

No matter how careful Lan Weiwan was, her doubts, curiosity, etc. about An Huaijue were all thrown out of the window at this moment. She sighed and lay down on the table.

“It’s really a leaky house and it rains all night long!”

Lan Weiwan pursed her lips. Although she loved her job very much, no one wanted to work overtime.

After lazing on the table for a while, Lan Weiwan put the matter about An Huaijue and An San behind, took out the drawing paper seriously, and began to prepare for the competition.

When working, you must not multitask. This is Lan Weiwan's principle.

In order to prevent the messy notifications from affecting Lan Weiwan's working status, she turned on the silent mode of her mobile phone and buried her head on the table to enter working mode.

When it was time for dinner, Ji Rou knocked on the door and called her: "Would you like to come out for dinner? Aren't you hungry?"

Lan Weiwan, who was very busy inside, sighed softly and said, "You eat first, I'm still working overtime."

Jirou carefully prepared some fruits and bread for her: "Let's just make it work. No matter how busy you are, you can't go hungry."

Lan Weiwan said gratefully through the door: "Thank you very much."

After this little episode, there was another intense and busy work, and this state lasted all night.

If we don't hurry up and prepare the content, I'm afraid the competition will be delayed. Not to mention Xu Qing's objections, it is also unacceptable to Lan Weiwan.

Now that she has agreed to participate in the competition, Lan Weiwan must show her best. No matter what the final outcome is or what ranking she will get, she will try her best and not hold anyone back.

Her eyes were so red that they were bloodshot. Lan Weiwan didn't pay attention and concentrated on immersing herself in it.

So I worked all night long and worked overtime all night.

Lan Weiwan put her phone in silent mode. Of course she didn't notice that the screen of her phone flashed message reminders from the same person over and over again, which came from An Huaijue.

An Huaijue was also full of anger and didn't calm down, but he couldn't be happy no matter how much he thought about it, so after the two had a cold war for a long time, he still sent a message to Lan Weiwan.

But what is this girl doing?

Why do the messages I send seem to be lost in the ocean without any reply?

Lan Weiwan, you won’t reply to my message, right?

An Huaijue put his cell phone aside, crossed his arms, and narrowed his eyes, showing some dissatisfaction.

As the perpetrator, Lan Weiwan knew nothing about all this. She lay down at the table and sneezed three times in a row for some reason. She thought it was too cold at night and she caught a cold, so she quickly stood up and put on her clothes.

A piece of clothing is on me.

Work is work, but you can't get sick, Lan Weiwan thought to herself.
Chapter completed!