Her fingertips were tightly held by An Huaijue's big hand. Even if Lan Weiwan tried to break away, she could not do anything. And at this moment, she actually had the idea of ​​not wanting to let go.

Is it because he helped me so much that I developed a sense of trust in him?

She had goosebumps all over her body.

Shaking her head. Impossible, how could she be attracted to An Huaijue? This man is good, but he is definitely not suitable for her.

Speaking of a suitable man, An San suddenly appeared in her mind. Even if she really wanted to get married and find someone to live with, she would probably find someone like An San.

Staying next to the king and worrying all day long is not the life she wants.

The weather at night had begun to get colder. An Huaijue noticed that the temperature of the body in his arms had begun to drop. He quickly put the coat in his hands on her body, and the corners of his mouth under the mask curved: "Get in the car.

Go home and have a good rest.”

Lan Weiwan nodded.

The word home seemed to have a strong attraction and successfully captivated her heart.

In the car, the driver drove smoothly. Lan Weiwan's eyes fell on An Huaijue's jawline, thinking repeatedly about the appearance of An San he saw today and comparing it.

The more I look at them, the more they look like each other.

If they are really the same person, what will she do? An San deceived her, and An Huaijue also deceived her?

Lan Weiwan was stunned. She didn't expect how she would react. A terrible fear surged in her heart. She wanted to know the truth about this matter, but she was afraid of knowing the truth.

She looked at An Huaijue's side face and swallowed, but little did she know that everything she did was seen by An Huaijue. The corner of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were filled with a joking smile: "We meet every day,

Haven't you seen enough? Or do you want to see the face under my mask?"

Lan Weiwan cheered up instantly, with stars in his eyes: "Is that okay?"

As long as she takes off the mask, she can determine whether they are the same person, and there is no need to continue to ask, or even think about how to ask.

An Huaijue recalled the way Lan Weiwan secretly tried to take off his mask that night, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep gaze fell on her: "Didn't you say that I have a scary face under the mask? Are you sure you're not afraid?"

"

Lan Weiwan took a deep breath.

She had said this, but she didn't seem to have said it in front of An Huaijue, right? Could it be that An Huaijue had planted spies around her? It seems that she has to be more careful with her words in the future.

With a slight cough, Lan Weiwan looked embarrassed: "Those are all rumors, rumors. But you have never taken off your mask, so it is normal for everyone to speculate like this!"

"Normal?" An Huaijue snorted coldly and moved his long legs, "Do you think anyone can gossip about me so casually?"

Lan Weiwan was even more embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. He just took off the mask hastily.

I’ve known it for a long time, so why can’t I help but look forward to it.

That's all, after a busy day, she still took time to visit her. It would be too inhumane for her, Lan Weiwan, to care about such a trivial matter.

After relaxing, she had completely forgotten why she was angry to go to An San today, and how much she had complained about An Huaijue.

When getting off the car, the driver opened the door for Lan Weiwan, but An Huaijue had already gotten out of the car and walked towards the door, as if he had no intention of communicating with her.

Before Lan Weiwan could react, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

Xu Xiying was wearing a pair of aqua blue pajamas. The familiar excessive texture and decoration surprised Lan Weiwan. The woman approached An Huaijue and looked at him with earnest eyes: "Brother Huaijue, what are you doing?"

Are you coming back? I made food for you, but I heard that you left the company a long time ago. Where have you gone? If it were later, the food would be cold. "

The sweet voice made Lan Weiwan's stomach throb, which made her feel nauseated and almost vomited it out before she had eaten dinner.

nausea.

An Huaijue glanced at her, and when he turned back, he saw the hostility radiating from Hao Lan Weiwan. He smiled and said playfully, "Let's go, I happen to be hungry."

Are you really ready to eat? Is it because the cook at home is not good at it or An Huaijue has forgotten that he is a married person? Eat the food cooked for him by other women? Do you really not take her as the principal palace seriously?

It was obvious that they were only bound by a marriage contract, but at this moment Lan Weiwan's heart felt a little painful.

Tsk, after all, men are all the same.

The little feelings I had for him just now were all gone to dogs, it was simply too much.

An Huaijue, just live with your sister Xu!

Lan Weiwan walked in angrily, took a deep breath, and suppressed the boiling blood in his body.

At the dinner table, Xu Qianying showed her courtesy, served An Huaijue food, and interacted with him in various ways. Although An Huaijue did not respond, he did not refuse.

All this was even more dazzling in Lan Weiwan's eyes.

Chopstick by chopstick, he put all the food in the bowl into his mouth, Lan Weiwan complained in his heart.

Bear with me Lan Weiwan. The man in front of you is just your husband in name only. He will not live with you forever, and you don't have to worry about him.

"Brother Huaijue, try this. I made it specially for you." Xu Xiying found that An Huaijue did not refuse as quickly as usual, but instead began to push her further, almost sticking to An Huaijue.

An Huaijue only glanced at the dish handed over by Xu Qianying, and a hint of displeasure flashed in the corner of his eyes.

He's disgusting.

Lan Weiwan gritted her teeth and couldn't help it. She narrowed her eyes slightly and snorted: "Miss Xu, aren't you and An Huaijue childhood sweethearts? You don't even know that he is mysophobic and won't eat what others give him?"

An Huaijue's eyes slightly raised and brightened.

Where did she know this? Did she specifically investigate his personal habits?

Lan Weiwan stirred the bowl with his chopsticks, and all he could think about was - if I saw you feeding him vegetables today, my surname would not be Lan! Shi Ke can't be killed, even though it was just in name, he was cuckolded by another woman in front of his face.

You can't explain it, can you?

Today, even if you are a fetish for cleanliness, you still have to give me a clean fetish!

She gestured to An Huaijue with her eyes, seeming to be waiting for his response.

An Huaijue chuckled lightly and covered the slightly raised corners of his mouth with his hand: "Yes, I'm mysophobic. I've already eaten outside. You cooked so many dishes and didn't want to waste them. Wanwan, haven't you eaten yet?

Why don't I give you all these dishes?"

"What?" Lan Weiwan blinked, why did the protagonist suddenly become her?

Looking at the table full of dishes, I have to say that although Xu Xiying is a rich young lady, it can be seen that she has put in hard work in her craftsmanship. She must have practiced it just to chase An Huaijue.

Give it to her? Really?

Xu Xiying's face turned pale when she heard these words, her eyes wandered, and she kept looking at An Huaijue anxiously: "Brother Huaijue, these dishes are made by me for you, this..."
Chapter completed!