"Now I've learned to throw myself into my arms, that's good." Shen Xiubai smiled badly.

An Zimo pushed him away and glared at him fiercely, and Shen Xiubai restrained a little.

"Young Master Shen, you don't stay in the general order, you always run to this studio, aren't you afraid that high-level people will accept your position?" An Zimo complained angrily, he was in a bad mood, and his words were also sharp.

"If you really want to accept my position, then I can stay here every day and see you every day."

"Boring.

An Zimo was too lazy to play tricks with Shen Xiubai.

Shen Xiubai restrained the playful smile on his face, and said seriously, "I came here for a reason, the general order attaches great importance to your new products, and I hope you can design a series of new products."

"Okay, I got it.

An Zimo agreed without much thought, and Shen Xiubai watched her back leave, always feeling that she was very worried

He didn't continue to bother An Zimo, wanting to leave her some more time to digest slowly.

An Zimo did not resign, Shen Xiubai was a little taken aback, he originally planned to wait for someone in the public order, so he went to the An family's old house to find someone.

"From today onwards, you will be responsible for delivering designer An's lunch and dinner, and I will be reimbursed for the money spent." Tapping his fingertips on the tabletop, Shen Xiubai commanded.

"Young Master Shen, can I ask you for reimbursement for the lunch and dinner I ate?" The front desk is cheeky to fight for its own welfare.

Shen Xiubai tapped on the tip of her nose, smiled badly, and refused equally ruthlessly.

"No, I can't.

The front desk made a grimace at Shen Xiubai's back, and began to guess the relationship between Shen Xiubai and An Zimo

Although Shen Xiubai looked like he was out of tune on weekdays, he had never seen him get too close to any woman, nor had he ever seen him personally order someone to deliver food.

It seems that there are going to be a lot of girls in the public order who are going to fall out of love....

An Zimo stayed in the office all day, and every time she wanted to focus on design, Zhou Qian's bloody photo involuntarily appeared in her mind, which kept appearing in her mind and deeply affected her work.

For a whole day, she only drew a circle on the white paper, and before she knew it, she actually drew a photo of Zhou Qian.

She hastily crumpled the portrait into a paper ball and threw it in the trash.

WeChat rang, and a message from Liang Lingcheng said that he was ashamed to visit him in the hospital at night, and asked her not to go too late.

There was finally a warm current in the empty heart.

That night, An Zimo came home from work, and in front of the door, she found the box that was thrown into the trash in the morning.

It seems that that person has completely targeted her.

An Zimo threw the box into the trash again, went back to the kitchen to prepare a meal, and took the meal to the hospital

Ashamed to eat a bite of food, his little face wrinkled.

"Mommy, are you thinking about being ashamed when you cook, you put a lot of salt."

An Zimo hurriedly changed his chicken wings into a bowl and looked at Dangdang apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mommy was wrong, there won't be any more such things in the future." ”

"Old Yang, take the shame home." Liang Lingcheng commanded.

An Zimo realized that Dangdang was not in the ward, looked around for someone, and asked Liang Lingcheng curiously, "Are you ashamed?" He hasn't finished his meal yet.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me? I'm fine. An Zimo didn't care at all when he answered.

All her small actions were all caught in the eyes of Liang Lingcheng, and when he was there, he didn't want to ask too much, for fear that talking too much would affect the child.

Now there are only the two of them here, Liang Lingcheng has been curious, and asked, "You are grabbing the corner of your clothes again."

This is An Zimo's lying, she hurriedly withdrew her hand, and she didn't dare to look at Ling Cheng's eyes with a weak heart. His insight is too good, and in front of him, An Zimo can hardly hide his mood and thoughts.

"What the hell is going on, tell me, I'm willing to bear it with you." Liang Lingcheng said very seriously, waiting for An Zimo to open his heart to him.

This matter has been suppressed in An Zimo's heart, lingering like a nightmare.

"I started receiving Zhou Qian's posthumous photos this morning, as well as her favorite wig before her death, I lived alone in such a big room, I was scared.

At this moment, she is not hiding the panic in her heart, she is strong, no matter how hard she tries, she is still just a woman

Liang Lingcheng fell into a short period of contemplation, witnessing An Zimo's eyes that were afraid of collapse, and his heart also ached.

Effortlessly hugging the person into his arms, feeling the trembling of fear of the woman in his arms.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

An Zimo nodded in agreement.

When Li Wenmao received the call, he was on his way to buy flowers for his girlfriend.

"President, I'm off work." Li Wenmao spoke proudly.

"One overtime, double the overtime pay."

Li Wenmao was originally ready to refuse, but after hearing the double, all those words of refusal were strangled in the cradle.

"President, what do you say I want me to do, even if it is to go up the knife mountain and go down the oil pot, I am willing.

"No, you continue to keep an eye on Dongyang and sort out all his recent whereabouts to me, the sooner the better." Liang Lingcheng thought about a lot of people, and only Liang Dongyang could do this kind of thing.

He has never let go of Zhou Qian's affairs, and over the years, he has always believed that An Zimo caused Zhou Qian to die in that fire.

Putting down the phone, Liang Lingcheng whispered in An Zimo's ear, "Don't be afraid, there will be a truth to this matter soon."

An Zimo pushed away the person in front of her, she had already sorted out her emotions during this time.

"Thank you.

"Just finished using it, and kicked me away so quickly?" Liang Lingcheng sighed helplessly, looking very tired

"I've thanked you, what else do you want?

An Zimo asked casually, Liang Lingcheng thought very seriously, his eyes gestured to the bed beside him, and took the initiative to speak, "I helped you so much, shouldn't you give me a thank you for dedicating yourself, so as to appear sincere."

"You're dreaming!"

The two joked, and a message came from Liang Lingcheng's mobile phone that Li Wenmao had a strong work ability, and in the half an hour before and after, he had firmly grasped Liang Dongyang's whereabouts these days.

Privately, Liang Dongyang barely left the villa, let alone the An family's old house, except for meeting with Fluttershy's maid.

If this matter wasn't done by Liang Dongyang, who would be spoofing these in this?

Liang Lingcheng handed the news to An Zimo, he checked everyone suspicious in his mind, but he couldn't think of anyone who would be bored enough to do something intimidating.

"Otherwise, I'll call the police and let the police investigate this matter." An Zimo's mood was almost on the verge of collapse.