Looking at Lan Weiwan's figure walking upstairs, An Huaijue stood there, holding milk tea, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

An Huaijue was happy in his heart, and he finally relented.

Does this mean that after the competition is over, he will have a chance to make everything clear to Lan Weiwan?

An Huaijue happily sent a message to Lan Weiwan: "See you tomorrow."

The next day, Lan Weiwan got up early and hurried to the studio, where he saw the familiar luxury car parked at the door.

If it's not An Huaijue's car, whose car does it belong to?

When I got closer, I saw that no one was in the car and the car was locked.

Lan Weiwan arrived at the studio, and there was a lively atmosphere. A colleague came over and touched Lan Weiwan's elbow and said, "Your boyfriend is so considerate!"

Lan Weiwan was confused by what her colleague said. Her boyfriend? An Huaijue?

Approaching the studio, An Huaijue greeted him with a smile: "You're here?"

Lan Weiwan nodded, looked around with confusion, and whispered to An Huaijue: "What have you done? My colleague praised you just now?"

An Huaijue also whispered beside her and replied: "It's nothing. Since I am your colleague, it is quite hard to prepare for the competition, so I asked the secretary to buy some coffee and deliver it."

No wonder, there is a cup of hot coffee in front of every desk in the studio. It turns out that An Huaijue invited everyone to drink it.

With this meeting gift, everyone was very friendly towards An Huaijue. Even if he was an outsider and stayed in the studio, no one would chase him away.

"You..." Lan Weiwan was speechless for a moment. He wanted to talk about An Huaijue, but he was immediately blocked by the other party: "And yours, I didn't have time to eat in the morning."

It's hot coffee and carefully prepared bread.

Lan Weiwan looked at the breakfast on the desk. Even if he wanted to scold An Huaijue, he couldn't speak at this time, so he had no choice but to hold his forehead and say, "Okay, then you are not allowed to disturb my work."

"Brother An, sit over here." Lan Weiwan's colleague warmly moved a chair for him and sat down not far from Lan Weiwan.

"Thank you." An Huaijue thanked him politely.

An Huaijue didn't say anything and just sat quietly next to Lan Weiwan.

The gaze that fell on Lan Weiwan from time to time made her a little concerned. She raised her head and said, "An Huaijue, do you want to go back first?"

Of course, An Huaijue couldn't agree, so he simply shook his head and said, "No."

After a while, Lan Weiwan thought of another way: "Let's talk about it in a few days, okay?"

An Huaijue then shook his head: "I didn't say anything."

Lan Weiwan was choked by what he said. Indeed, An Huaijue just sat beside her silently and didn't say anything.

On the contrary, he also carefully prepared breakfast for her and her colleagues, which changed everyone's impression of An Huaijue a lot and became very good.

"Hey, he seems different from what he looks like in the news."

"Yeah, I think he treats Weiwan very well..."

Lan Weiwan thought to herself, An Huaijue must not be allowed to hear these words, otherwise he would be proud.

Lan Weiwan chased An Huaijue several times, but he didn't know that he wanted to stay with Lan Weiwan, so he just made up his mind. No matter how others persuaded him, he would not listen.

She really had nothing to do with him, so she simply let him go. In the next few days, when she arrived at the studio every morning, there would be that familiar figure.

Gradually, Lan Weiwan got used to being accompanied by An Huaijue when working.

On this day, when Lan Weiwan was organizing the album, a piece of paper fell out of it.

She didn't take it seriously at first, but An Huaijue, who was accompanying her with quick eyesight and quick hands, helped her pick it up.

Just as he was about to put it back on Lan Weiwan's table, An Huaijue noticed something was wrong: "Wait a minute, Lan Weiwan, what did you draw?"

Lan Weiwan followed his gaze and found that, by coincidence, the piece of paper that fell down was the portrait of him that Lan Weiwan had drawn a few days ago.

This, this is too coincidental.

Lan Weiwan didn't have time to explain, so he quickly snatched the painting back and held it in his arms to prevent An Huaijue from looking at it further: "You saw it wrong, it's just an ordinary portrait."

"Weiwan, is it me who is painting?" An Huaijue's tone was filled with surprise and joy.

Then he laughed again: "Lan Weiwan, you are quite tough-talking."

Lan Weiwan obviously missed him too, but she still pretended not to care at all, and even wanted to drive him away.

Their moods are obviously the same.

Despite the warmth, An Huaijue still wanted to grab Lan Weiwan's little tail and tease her: "Oh, is Weiwan thinking about me these days, so much that he can't help but draw what I look like?

"

Damn it, I was caught red-handed by An Huaijue.

Lan Weiwan's face was filled with heat: "You, what are you talking nonsense about? You are so narcissistic, An Huaijue."

"Then do you dare to show me?" An Huaijue squinted his eyes and continued.

Lan Weiwan felt guilty and did not dare to look directly at An Huaijue, and he stammered and couldn't explain clearly.

An Huaijue couldn't bear to embarrass her anymore. While laughing in his heart at Lan Weiwan's cuteness, he changed the subject and said, "You've been staying up late and working overtime lately."

Lan Weiwan's attention was immediately diverted: "Yes, there is nothing we can do to prepare for the competition... everyone is working very hard."

During the few days that An Huaijue was in the studio, he saw her not only painting during the day, but also painting at night...

He sighed, feeling distressed.

While the two were talking, An Huaijue's cell phone rang, and he frowned slightly. Didn't he tell his secretary not to disturb him if there was no particularly important business?

"Hello." An Huaijue's tone when he answered the phone was full of displeasure, completely different from when he faced Lan Weiwan.

"Mr. An, there was some trouble at the meeting you were absent from. You may need to come over and deal with it in person." The secretary said bravely.

If there was nothing important, he certainly didn't want to offend Mr. An.

No one in the company was willing to take the lead, so in the end he had to be the scapegoat. He spoke cautiously, fearing that he would accidentally hit An Huaijue's gun.

Just when An Huaijue was about to refuse, Lan Weiwan pulled the corner of his clothes and shook his head.

"I'll get back to you in a moment." An Huaijue put down the phone and said.

"Work is important, you are Mr. An." Lan Weiwan advised An Huaijue.

After all, it is a meeting, and if you are not careful, you may offend many business partners. Lan Weiwan does not want An Huaijue to put aside the company's affairs because of her.

"It's not too late..." An Huaijue still wanted to argue, but Lan Weiwan pushed him and walked to the door of the studio: "Okay, you can work with peace of mind, I promise you, let's have a good chat in a few days, okay?

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Chapter completed!