An Zhuanjue's eyes were also full of suspicion. "There has been no salary for half a year. An Zhun Jue's mind recalled the real estate from half a year ago.

"It's a cluster of villas on the outskirts, isn't it?" asked Anderson.

Everyone nodded and said, "Yes, yes, it's a group of villas in the suburbs." ”

Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue's contemplative face, and secretly thought in his heart that he couldn't do anything, because he didn't know An Zhun Jue half a year ago.

But Lan Weiwan had a calendar in his heart, and Lan Weiwan thought that he and An Zhun Jue were only a three-month husband and wife, and it should be soon.

Thinking of this, Lan Weiwan's heart sank.

The other side. in the office.

"How's it going?" came the man's low, hoarse voice.

"Boss, it's done, he shouldn't be so easy to get out this time,"

"Hmph, you're underestimating his skills," the man said, looking at the picture in his mailbox. In the picture, the front of the An's Building is surrounded by slow people.

Just when An Zhunjue and Lan Weiwan were about to talk to the workers, several reporters suddenly rushed up and slapped at the scene, An Zhunjue frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

"President An, is it true that you are in arrears of wages?" a reporter asked standing in front of An Zhun Jue.

"It's not. However, the workers are all working on the real estate of the Ann Group, and they are not paid accordingly, so it is still our company's problem to blame this. An Zhunjue took the microphone handed over by the reporter, looked at the camera, and said word by word.

Lan Weiwan stood beside An Zhun Jue, turned sideways to look at An Zhun Jue's expression when he spoke, and unconsciously calmed down, Lan Weiwan stretched out his hand and held An Zhun Jue's big hand.

An Zhunjue felt that his hand was being held, and after speaking, he glanced down at Lan Weiwan, and then clenched Lan Weiwan's soft and boneless little hand.

"I can promise you here that the workers will not be paid a penny, and we will also give you some labor fees after we have investigated them so that they will not work in vain these days. ”

When the workers heard An Zhun Jue's words, their hanging hearts finally let go, and seeing that An Zhun Jue and Lan Weiwan were not as good as those bosses in the past, they were even more sure that Boss An would give them money.

"Reporter, we want to say a few words, we now hear Boss An say these words, although we have not been paid for half a year, but we still decided to believe Boss An again. The man's simple face said in front of the camera.

Then the crowd slowly dispersed, and Bai Hao was responsible for putting away the contact information of the workers and sending them away.

Then An Zhun Jue pulled Lan Weiwan back to the office.

The summer afternoon was still very hot, Lan Wei didn't eat a few bites of food at noon, and after being exposed to the sun for so long, his little face was red, and he felt that he was going to be unstable.

"Are you hurt?" asked after returning to the office, An Weiwan put Lan Weiwan on the sofa and asked.

Finally returned to the air-conditioned room, Lan Weiwan's tired body finally recovered a little here, but due to standing outside for a long time, Lan Weiwan still suffered from heat stroke.

"I'm fine, were you injured when you came" Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue carefully, wanting to see if An Zhun Jue was injured. Saying that, Lan Weiwan got up from the sofa and took An Zhun Jue's hand and face to look at it.

After making sure that there were no wounds on An Zhun Jue's body, Lan Weiwan was relieved.

"It's okay if you're okay, I'm scared to death, you don't know that when I knew about the company's accident at noon, my heart was going to hang," Lan Weiwan said. The tone was anxious.

"I didn't finish my meal, so I came here, and do you know it, I couldn't get a taxi, it took me a long time to get a taxi. Lan Weiwan seemed to be able to think of the scene when he ran over panting.

Hearing Lan Weiwan's words, An Zhun Jue's heart was hot, but there was a strange feeling in his heart, An Zhun Jue's heart slowly tasted this feeling, and then An Jun Jue finally understood what this feeling was, it was after being moved and distressed together, he liked the girl in front of him.

"Whatever you want to eat in the evening, we go to eat. As compensation for you. At this moment, An Zhun Jue looked at Lan Weitai, whose little face was flushed, and asked.

"Shall we go have some Chinese food?" Lan Weiwan asked.

An Zhun Jue nodded and said, "Okay, for your hard work today, I'll listen to you." ”

As soon as Lan Weiwan heard An Zhunjue's tone, he understood that the dead tsundere had returned. Too lazy to bother with An Zhunjue, Lan Weiwan nodded with a smile and said, "Then please ask President An to come to my studio to pick me up then!" Referring to the studio, Lan Weiwan was ready to tell An Zhunjue what happened in the studio this morning.

"Do you know what happened this morning?" Lan Weiwan looked at An Zhun Jue with apricot eyes open.

An Zhuanjue shook his head, and then said, "I don't know." ”

"Xu Qianying came to my studio, and after looking around, I felt that the clothes in my studio were not suitable for her, and when I wanted to invite her out, Mrs. Zhang and her party came. And then, guess what?" Lan Weiwan said here and didn't speak anymore, looking at An Zhun Jue with a smile, as if waiting for his answer.

"What did she do in your studio? Did she hurt you?" An Zhunjue's focus was not on Xu Qianying, he just wanted to know if Lan Weiwan was bullied and injured today.

"No, of course not. Why do you ask that?" Lan Weiwan asked, raising his face.

An Zhuanjue looked at Lan Weiwan's face that had not yet receded from redness, and Lan Weiwan's face still had fine fluff.

"I asked, and it was nothing. An Zhun Jue said.

"Then I'll go back first, remember to pick me up at night!" Lan Weiwan said that he was going back. But when he turned around, he was stopped by An Zhuanjue.

Lan Weiwan turned his head suspiciously and looked at An Zhunjue. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Seeing that An Zhun Jue didn't speak, Lan Weiwan was a little worried, so he turned around and asked, "What's the matter? An Zhun Jue? Are you not feeling well?" Lan Weiwan said and was about to touch An Zhun Jue's forehead.

"It's not uncomfortable, don't go back yet, let's be here, let's go eat together in a while. Ann said.

"...... over there in the studio" Lan Weiwan ran out at noon and didn't go back in the afternoon, she was afraid that the others would not be able to work.

"Here it is. Ann said it again.

Lan Weiwan thought for a while, nodded and said, "That afternoon, will you accompany me to the studio?" ”