"Dad, what do you mean?" asked Xu Qianying nervously.

"What do you mean? What do you say? The company has become like this, I'm afraid it's all thanks to you, Mrs. Zhang suddenly announced that she would no longer cooperate with the Xu family, what do you say I'm for?" Father Xu mentioned Mrs. Zhang, and the anger in his heart couldn't be suppressed.

"Dad, but I'...... But I don't like the children of the Han family!" Xu Qianying shouted. Several wealthy families know that the son of the Han family is not good-looking, and can even be said to be an ugly man, less than 1.7 meters tall, but nearly 200 pounds, and two small eyes on his fat face are rolling around, which makes people disgusted when they see it.

But even if it is like this, there are still young ladies from noble families to post upside down, just because the Han family is a wealthy family.

It can be said that it is only a little worse than Anjia.

"Dad, you know who I like! I don't want to go," Xu Qianying shouted at Xu's father.

"You're not going? Do you like An Zhun Jue, but is he looking at you?" said Father Xu.

"Moreover, if it weren't for your own lack of ability, how do you think he would let Lan Weiwan seduce him? How many years have you known each other, you haven't captured his heart, Lan Weiwan only appeared for a few days, and the two of them got married, what are you talking to me here?" Father Xu is now determined to let Xu Qianying marry the Han family.

In order not to let his company go bankrupt, Father Xu can do anything.

Even, even if someone falls in love with Xu Qianying, as long as the funds can be given in place and the Xu family can cooperate, Xu's father can let Xu Qianying marry him.

"Three days later, our family will have a dinner with the Han family, and when the time comes, dress up and follow us. Father Xu said, glanced at Xu Qianying, and didn't speak again.

Xu Qianying secretly glanced at Father Xu, and she didn't speak, because she knew that it was impossible to rely on Father Xu.

The other side.

Lan Weiwan and Zhang Xiang cleaned up the glass residues in the studio, and Lan Weiwan looked at the fragments of clothes all over the floor, even if the glass residues had been planted in his hands, he didn't realize it.

"Madam, madam, your hand ......" Zhang Xiang looked at Lan Weiwan's bleeding hand and said nervously.

Lan Weiwan didn't care at all, just glanced at it lightly, and when he packed up the clothes on the ground, Lan Weiwan took a closer look, and then said: "Well, the destroyed clothes are just samples that have just been made for mass production, and there is nothing else." This is already the most fortunate thing for Lan Weiwan. None of the haute couture dresses were in the studio.

If Lan Weiwan had put the haute couture dresses of several wives on the first floor at that time, I am afraid that it would be too late to do it himself.

"I'll go upstairs and have a look. Lan ran upstairs without saying that, she wanted to see what was going on upstairs and whether her clothes were damaged.

In the process of going upstairs, Lan Weiwan's heart was pounding, and for the first time, he felt how long this road was.

If, if the upstairs is also destroyed...... The consequences were unimaginable.

"Luckily. When he saw that the design room of several people was still intact, Lan Weiwan's hanging heart was slightly relaxed.

Back downstairs, Lan Weiwan looked at the studio that had been cleaned up, aggrieved and angry, but Lan Weiwan also knew that this was not the time to cry, the most important thing was to catch the murderer and let her receive the punishment she deserved.

At this moment, Lan Weiwan suddenly thought of a person, An Zhun Jue. When he was wronged and threatened, Lan Weiwan always couldn't help but think of An Zhunjue.

Lan Weiwan shook his head, pulled his thoughts back, and thought silently in his heart, there should be a lot of things in An Zhun Jue's company these days, so don't bother him anymore.

"Ansan, my studio was smashed last night. Lan Weiwan sat on the ground and sent a message to An San.

Then he put the phone aside, contacted the glass manufacturer again, and brought a piece of glass over to reinstall it. Because now there is nothing I can do but do it.

It was already noon when the busy work was over.

On the other side, An Zhun Jue looked at the report on the news, it was the reporter interviewing the workers at the construction site.

"We want to say something here today, Mr. An, it is Mr. An of the An's Group, who came to the construction site a few days ago, and Mr. An personally gave us the money!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We now know that the person who contracted the project ran away! Mr. An also paid us a mental damage fee!"

"Not only that, Mr. An also works with us!" said the worker and took out his mobile phone and showed it to reporters.

The man in the picture is tall, and even if he is wearing work clothes, he can't hide his own temperament.

"This is what Mr. An agreed to shoot with us!"

As soon as the news was released, it caused a heated discussion on the Internet!

"It's so beautiful when I lose it! This is at least 8 pack abs!"

"Ahhhhh

"And you don't have a straight face, what if your face is ugly?"

"Have you ever seen a president who is willing to go to the construction site to see the workers himself, pay the wages himself, and still work?"

"Sister hold on!"

For a while, there were hot comments on An's Group's Weibo, and a piece of news was put on the top of the hot search.

Bai Hao looked at the comments under An's Weibo, and took it to An Zhun Jue with a smile. Ann only glanced symbolically, and then looked away. Bai Hao is also used to this.

Looking at the slowly rising stocks on the screen, Bai Hao shouted happily: "Ann...... Mr. An, look at our company's stock! Shengsheng is back! No, no, no, it's higher than before!" Bai Hao shouted uncontrollably.

An Zhuanjue looked at it coldly.

Bai Hao saw An Zhunjue's indifferent eyes, and his smile slowly froze on his face, and then said, "Mr. An, did you expect it a long time ago?"

An Zhuanjue didn't nod or deny it, but he was also thinking in his heart that he was actually out of the circle because of a picture!

Suddenly, the mobile phone in the drawer rang, it was An San's mobile phone, and An Zhun Jue had been putting it in the bottom drawer of his desk.

An Zhun Jue was a little puzzled, why Lan Weiwan sent a message to him at this time.

"Ansan, my studio was smashed. When An Zhun Jue saw this WeChat, the first thought in his heart was to go to Lan Wei too soon.

"Mr. An, Mr. An, where are you going?" Bai Hao shouted behind An Zhun Jue, he could probably guess a little, and I am afraid that Lan Weitai was the only one who could make An Zhun Jue so nervous and anxious.

"There's a problem with her studio, and I'm going to go there. An Zhun Jue walked towards the elevator without saying anything.

"Mr. An, Mrs. sent a message to An San, if you go now, Mrs. is so smart, she will definitely guess!" Bai Hao could only tell An Zhunjue what he wanted in his heart.