"Oh, you don't even know this, this is An Zhun Jue and his new wife Lan Weitai!"

"It's not a legend that An Zhun Jue is extremely ugly, how can he have such a beautiful wife?"

"I see, this An Zhun Jue is not necessarily ugly, he may still be a handsome man!

"Oh, I heard, this Lan Weiwan is not a woman to be messed with, haven't you watched the news? This Lan Weiwan has just broken off relations with his home!"

"Don't you know, today's women can sell anything for the sake of power and money!"

"Hey, you don't have to say that! I heard that Lan Weiwan has already opened a studio!"

The guests in the audience began to boil when they saw An Zhun Jue and Lan Weiwan, and the originally deserted party instantly became lively.

Lan Weiwan didn't pay attention to what these people were saying, and took An Zhunjue's arm and walked inside.

After An Zhuanjue's father and mother saw the two of them, they immediately walked over.

"Wanwan and Quasi-Lord are here!" Anfu and An's mother came here before the two, thinking that they could make a little relationship between the two, but they didn't expect that An Zhunjue and Lan Weiwan would become the focus of the entire dinner party as soon as they appeared.

"Mom and Dad. I'm here with the evening. An Zhuanjue shook Lan Weiwan's hand and said.

Lan Weiwan's hand was suddenly grabbed by An Zhun Jue, and he was a little uncomfortable, but An Zhun Jue's big hand was very warm, which made Lan Wei Wan reluctant to escape.

Seeing that Lan Weiwan did not break free of himself, the corners of An Zhunjue's mouth rose slightly.

"Mom and Dad. Lan Weiwan said.

Yang Ruohua took Lan Weiwan's hand and asked kindly: "Wanwan, how are you doing these days?

Lan Weiwan shook his head, took Yang Ruohua's hand and returned: "Mom, I'm not tired." Quasi-Lord helped me a lot, and I wasn't tired on weekdays. ”

Hearing Lan Weiwan's words, An Zhun Jue's heart was a little happier again.

"It's good not to be tired, it's good not to be tired. Don't be tired, otherwise you will wear out your body, and you will suffer when you give birth in the future. Yang Ruohua is like this, when he married An Yuancong, the company was in a start-up stage, and An Yuancong was excluded by the eldest brother and second brother in the family, so many things require the joint efforts of two people.

Excessive fatigue made Yang Ruohua's body even weaker after pregnancy, and when it was time to give birth to An Zhunjue at the risk of her life.

So now Yang Ruohua doesn't want Lan Weiwan to be too tired. I just don't want Lan Weitai to be the same as himself in the future.

Lan Weiwei was too late to respond to Yang Ruohua's words, and he didn't know how to answer, and suddenly he heard the man's deep and gentle voice.

"Mom, don't worry, I won't let Wanwan get tired. Our children will definitely be healthy in the future. Ann said.

After hearing this, Yang Ruohua nodded reassuringly and said, "That's good, that's good, you're like this, I'm relieved." ”

An Zhun Jue nodded, slowly let go of Lan Weiwan's hand, and stepped aside with his father An Yuancong.

Yang Ruohua took Lan Weiwan's hand and walked around, Lan Weiwan hadn't eaten much for a day, and now her thoughts were how to fill her stomach.

With a grunt, Lan Weiwan's stomach barked out of place, but fortunately, there were more people at the party, and now no one pays too much attention to Lan Weiwan.

But Yang Ruohua heard it. She smiled and asked, "Haven't you eaten yet?" ”

Lan Weiwan hadn't heard the word mother for a long time, and since his mother died, Lan Weiwan hadn't mentioned it again.

was mentioned by Yang Ruohua today, and Lan Weiwei's heart was full of tastes. Yang Ruohua treats herself like her own daughter, if you let them know that they and An Zhun Jue are just a contract marriage, what should Yang Ruohua and An Yuancong think?

Without continuing to think about it, Lan Weiwan followed Yang Ruohua's steps to the second floor.

Yang Ruohua pushed open a door, turned on the light in the room, and there were several lunch boxes on the table. Yang Ruohua pulled Lan Weiwan over and opened the lunch box.

Inside are some small desserts and meals.

Lan Weiwan was about to say something, but Yang Ruohua spoke first.

"Yuan Cong and I thought at home that Wanwan and the Quasi-Lord might not have eaten, so we made some meals and brought them over. I also asked the Quasi-Lord what he liked to eat at night, and the Quasi-Lord said that you like desserts, so my mother made some. ”

In the space of speaking, Yang Ruohua opened the dessert bento box, put it in front of Lan Weiwan, pulled Lan Weiwan to sit down, and said, "Wanwan, taste it if it suits the taste." ”

Lan Weiwan's eyes were unconsciously moist, in order not to be seen by Yang Ruohua, Lan Weiwan turned sideways and raised his hand to gently wipe the tears that were about to flow out, and then turned to Yang Ruohua and said, "Thank you, Mom." ”

Forked a piece of cake and put it in his mouth, his mouth was instantly attacked by the sweet taste, sweet but not greasy, Lan Weiwan nodded again and again, and said, "Very good, Mom." ”

Lan Weiwan never thought that he would have to call out his mother again. She thought she was alone in this life. Even when he knew that he was going to marry into the An family, Lan Weiwan was ready to fight against his wealthy mother-in-law.

But God still gave Lan Weiwan's favor.

Lan Weiwan suddenly felt that whether it was Yang Ruohua or An Zhunjue, it was a gift from God to him.

After eating, Yang Ruohua looked at Lan Weiwan kindly and asked, "Have you eaten enough?"

Lan Weiwan nodded.

That's a lot of food! It's a delicious thing to eat!

After eating and drinking, the two returned to the hall again, and the number of people gradually increased.

The other side.

An Yuancong and An Zhun Jue were watching the crowd coming and going at the party.

"Quasi-Lord, your uncle and second uncle will come tonight, be vigilant. An Yuancong said softly in An Zhuanjue's ear.

An Zhuanjue nodded and responded softly.

An Zhuanjue didn't see Lan Weiwan's figure in a blink of an eye, and he secretly became nervous in his heart, but when he turned around to look for it, he saw Lan Weiwan and Yang Ruohua slowly walking down the stairs.

An Zhun Jue's hanging heart slowly let go.

The people in the shadows watched Lan Weiwan and Yang Ruohua walk down the stairs with a smile, their fists clenched secretly.

At this time, the two of them walked towards An Zhunjue and An Yuancong.

The two of them walked in the direction of An Yuancong and An Zhun Jue with wine glasses. Lan Weiwan in the distance also noticed it. and Yang Ruohua walked over.