"It's okay, you said you have someone you like?" asked Ansan.

The heart is bitter and bitter, and it is an indescribable taste.

"Perhaps, it's an illusion. Lan Weiwan said.

Maybe it's because I've been alone for too long, so when I meet a warm person, I can't help but want to get closer, maybe it's this illusion that makes Lan Weitai think like this.

Like a moth to a fire, it involuntarily approached.

But Lan Weitai still kept his senses, so he restrained his feelings. I wasn't sure if this kind of relationship was dependent or liking, so Lan Wei didn't feel distressed until late, did he have anyone to talk to, it seemed that only An San could listen to him.

An San listened from the sidelines, but did not speak, he didn't know who Lan Weiwan's mouth was.

"Do you have someone you like?" Ansan muttered, his voice extremely small, as if only he could hear it.

"It's okay, I've been fine for a while, don't worry. Lan Weiwan said, not knowing whether he was comforting himself or comforting An San.

"How are you doing?" Lan Weiwan asked.

"It's good, it's still the same as before, nothing has changed. An San lowered his eyelashes and said softly. Then, as if remembering something, he turned his head to look at Lan Weitai. "He, is he good to you?"

Lan Weiwan seemed to be stopped by An San's question. Turning his head, he saw An San's handsome face.

"Who?" Lan Weiwan asked after thinking for a moment and not reacting. Then Lan Weiwan thought about it for a while, and then knew who An San was asking.

"Good. "Lan Weiwan didn't lie, An Zhun Jue was really good to himself.

Hearing Lan Weiwan's words, An Zhunjue's heart trembled, and he turned his head to look at Lan Weiwan, knowing that Lan Weiwan was telling the truth.

"He was very good to me, and even when I went to the factory this afternoon to talk about cooperation, he had already taken care of it. Lan Weiwan said.

An San nodded when he heard it and said, "It seems that he has done a lot for you." An Zhun Jue thought that Lan Weiwan had always been a big person, love and hate at will, but with the contact between the two people, he found that Lan Weiwan's mind was very delicate. Moreover, this girl is still cute sometimes.

"Come home, it's a little late. Ansan said

Lan Weiwan heard An San's words, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was almost ten o'clock. Lan Weiwan nodded, and then said, "Let's go, you are tired day by day, go back early to rest." ”

"You don't have to send me back, I'll just go home by myself, and you can rest early when you get home." Ansan said.

"Good. I know. Lan Weiwan said that he was about to stand up, but he had been sitting on the beach for too long, and his legs and feet were a little numb, and Lan Weiwan felt unstable after standing up for two seconds, and fell to the side.

An Sanshou quickly caught Lan Weiwan and held the person in his arms.

Lan Weiwan inexplicably felt that this embrace was somewhat familiar. Sniffing carefully the smell of An San's body, it is a little similar to someone, it is all sandalwood.

"You?" Lan Weiwan asked.

An San immediately let go of Lan Weiwan, and after Lan Weiwan stood firmly, he asked, "What perfume do you use?"

Lan Weiwan's words made An Sanyi stunned, whether the perfume he usually sprayed was discovered by Lan Weiwan.

"I don't need perfume," Ansan said, then added, "Go back, it's too late." ”

Lan Weiwan nodded, didn't think about it, turned around and walked towards his car.

An San watched Lan Weiwan's back gradually fade away until it disappeared, and then turned to leave. Back to the company.

An Zhuanjue changed his clothes, put on his own mask, and sighed softly when he thought about Lan Wei's words today. Then he picked up the coat on the chair, got up and walked out.

When he returned home, An Zhun Jue found that Lan Weiwan had finished washing up and was sitting in the study.

"Are you back?" Lan Weiwan asked, looking up at An Zhun Jue after seeing An Zhun Jue.

"Well, when did you come back?" asked Ann Zhuanjue, taking off his suit.

"It didn't take long to come back, about an hour. Lan Weiwan turned his head to look at the watch on the wall and asked.

"Good. Did you have a good conversation at night?" An Zhuanjue slowly approached Lan Weiwan, and only asked when he stood beside Lan Weiwan.

Lan Weiwan was slightly stunned when he heard An Zhuanjue's words, and then said, "Well, it's good." ”

"Are you tired these past few days?" An Zhujue looked at the listless Lan Weitai and asked.

"Well, it's a little bit" Lan Weiwan said, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said again: "The matter of the garment factory, you have already taken care of it?"

An Zhun Jue didn't speak, just nodded.

"Thank you!" Lan Weiwan had to admit that with An Zhun Jue by his side, it was much easier to do things on his own.

After hearing the thank you, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, but he didn't say anything.

Lan Weiwan designed the sketch in the study for a while, and then returned to the bedroom. Although Ann was lying in bed, he had not yet slept.

"Go to sleep, don't work so hard in the future. An Zhun Jue said.

Lan Weiwan nodded, looking at An Zhun Jue, wanting to say something but not saying it, as if after he told An San tonight, it was like leaking all his secrets, and when he looked at An Zhun Jue again, he was always uneasy in his heart.

Lan Weiwan had no dreams all night, perhaps because he was really tired in the past few days, and fell asleep in bed within a few minutes.

But An Zhun Jue didn't, he couldn't sleep, looking at Lan Weiwan's side face by the moonlight, An Zhun Jue's hand uncontrollably stroked Lan Weiwan's hair, and gently opened his mouth and said, "Do you have someone you like? Who is she?"

Lan Weiwan, who was asleep, couldn't hear An Zhun Jue's voice, but just snorted slightly, and then was held in An Zhun Jue's arms?

"Is he okay with me?" said An Zhuanjue while hugging Lan Weiwan.

"Would you like it for another person?" asked An Zhunjue, with an obviously aggrieved tone in his tone.

"Is he good to you?" An Zhuanjue seemed to be asking himself, and as if he was asking Lan Weitai.

But the man in his arms did not answer him. No one answered. An Zhuanjue's mind suddenly appeared in Lan Weiwan's red eyes tonight when he asked what it was like to like someone, and his voice trembled.

The next day, when Lan Weiwan came to the studio, he found that the glass in the studio had been broken.

This is the glass imported from Germany, it will not be easily broken, Lan Weiwan got out of the car and looked at the broken glass in front of him carefully, and found that it should have been pierced by a bullet first, and then broken by someone.

Thinking of the clothes and drawings in the studio, Lan Weiwei didn't think about it before he slipped through the shards of glass, and when he entered, he saw clothes all over the floor.

It has been cut and thrown on the ground.