When Mr. Zhang saw Mrs. Zhang's dress today, he naturally felt very decent.

The charity dinner was a great success. Photos of Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Zhang were published in local magazines and on Weibo.

"I lost it! This dress looks so good!"

"The Zhang family seems to hold a charity party every year!"

"This year, Mrs. Zhang's style looks so good!

Zhang's Weibo was full of sighs.

Some netizens even picked up photos of Mrs. Zhang's participation in the charity dinner a few years ago, with gorgeous dresses and heavy accessories, which are completely different from this year's style!

Netizens commented on Weibo, guessing who the designer of this dress would be.

"Here, I heard that the designer of this dress is An Zhun Jue's wife, Lan Weiwan designed it!"

"I heard that Lan Weiwan studied fashion design in college before! I didn't expect the clothes I designed to be so good-looking!"

"I love it directly! Will Mrs. Ann's clothes be expensive? I really want to go to Mrs. Ann to design them!"

"How can you and other civilians afford to wear such expensive clothes!"

There are many discussions on Weibo, but they are all praises for Lan Weitai.

For a while, the number of fans on Lan Weiwan's Weibo skyrocketed!

After the dinner, Mrs. Zhang returned home and dialed Lan Weiwan's phone.

The call was quickly connected.

"Hello. Lan Weiwan's voice came out.

"Hello Mrs. An, it's me, I'm Mrs. Zhang. Mrs. Zhang said.

Lan Weiwan was still designing clothes in the study, and it was really a bit of a surprise to receive a call from Mrs. Zhang.

"Mrs. Zhang, is there something wrong with the clothes?" Lan Weiwan remembered that tonight was the day when Mrs. Zhang attended the dinner, and was afraid that there was a problem with the clothes she designed, so she hurriedly asked.

"No, Mrs. Ann, that's right, my friends also like the clothes you designed, and I want to take them to your studio in a few days, do you have time?" asked Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang was still a little surprised when she knew that An Zhun Jue and Lan Wei were married, after all, An Zhu Jue had never let a woman get close to him before, and now that she was suddenly married, Mrs. Zhang naturally thought that it was a woman who got the favor of An Zhun Jue and flew up the branch to become a phoenix.

Unexpectedly, when he saw Lan Weitai, his mind changed. At first glance, Mrs. Zhang felt that Lan Weiwan was very independent, and later learned that Lan Weiwan had set up her own studio, and thought that her friendship with the An family over the years was still okay, so she made a costume in Lan Weiwan's studio.

Although he didn't have much hope for this outfit at first, Lan Weitai proved his strength.

"Ah, if you have time, Mrs. Zhang, there are always people in our studio, and you can come whenever you want. Lan Weiwan said.

Mrs. Zhang began to be impressed by this girl. gradually developed a sense of admiration for Lan Weiwan.

After hanging up the phone, Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue, who was dealing with work on the side.

An Zhun Jue and Lan Weiwan's table wanted to face each other, and An Jun Jue was sitting opposite him at the moment.

When Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue, he found that An Zhu Jue was also looking at him.

"Did I disturb your work?" Lan Weiwan asked.

Brigadier An shook his head and saw the tiny light in Lan Weiwan's eyes.

"Mrs. Zhang said that the clothes I designed have been well received by them, and I will come to our studio in two days. Lan Weiwan smiled unconsciously at An Zhunjue, revealing two small pear vortices.

An Zhun Jue admitted that every time Lan Weiwan smiled at him, his heartbeat would miss half a beat.

"Our studio?" asked An Zhun Jue unconsciously.

"Yes, without you, this studio wouldn't have been able to open!, so ah, it's our studio!" Lan Weiwan said.

An Zhuanjue nodded when he heard this, and his heart warmed.

"By the way, do you look at the silk scarf I designed for my mother, is it good?" Lan Weiwan said and sent the artwork to An Zhun Jue.

An Zhuanjue looked down and saw that it was a silk pale yellow silk scarf, with flakes of snow on it, just like the season of heavy snow in winter.

Lan Weiwan saw An Zhun Jue nodding, and said, "I think my mother will like it." ”

An Zhuanjue did not speak, and nodded again.

Seeing An Zhun Jue like this, Lan Wei had already guessed that An Jun Jue would react like this, and thought to himself, this stupid wood.

After the two of them finished their business, they returned to the bedroom.

Lan Weiwan has been busy designing drafts for the past few days, and today I finally don't have to worry about the problem with this dress, so I fell asleep.

Seeing the sleeping Lan Weiwan, An Zhuanjue silently took off his mask, revealing his originally handsome face.

He didn't know what would happen if his face was seen by Lan Weiwan, An Zhunjue looked at Lan Weiwan with a god, and then muttered: "Do you know? ”

"Although you don't have a good temper, I don't know why, I always have a desire to protect you, and I want to put all the good things in this world in front of you. I don't want you to get hurt even the slightest bit more. ”

As he spoke, An Zhun Jue lowered his head and landed a kiss on Lan Weiwan's forehead, his heart was beating like thunder, An Zhun Jue thought that if Lan Weiwan woke up at this moment, he would definitely hear his inner voice. Thinking of this, An Zhun Jue quietly covered his heart with his hand.

The next day, An Zhun Jue put on a mask when Lan Weiwan hadn't woken up yet, and became the one Lan Weiwan was most familiar with.

When Lan Weiwan woke up, he found that his side was already empty, Lan Weiwan stretched out on the big bed, remembered Mrs. Zhang's words again, and smiled unconsciously.

Suddenly, Lan Weiwan seemed to think of the voice in her ears last night, she seemed to have heard something, but she was not sure.

After going downstairs, Lan Weiwan saw An Zhun Jue reading the newspaper, which was a habit An Zhun Jue had always had.

"President Anta, did you talk in your sleep last night?" Lan Weiwan walked up to An Zhuanjue's side and asked.

An Zhuanjue was stunned for a moment and replied, "No, I never talk in my dreams." ”

"And whose voice did I hear last night? I seemed to hear someone talking in my ear last night. Lan Weiwan said.

An Zhun Jue was stunned for a moment, and his eyes unconsciously looked at Lan Weitai.

Could it be that her little secret was discovered by her?

"No, you're hallucinating. An Zhuanjue pretended to be calm and said.

"Really, when did President Ontario sleep?"