It feels a bit of a coincidence, but after thinking about it, it's a bit too coincidental.

"Just now the secretary called and said that there was an important meeting and couldn't find your person, so he found me here and woke me up." An Qian pretended to yawn, just to confuse the public.

Listening to An Qian's sleepy appearance, An Jin frowned, it seemed normal, but it was not particularly ordinary, and he always felt very strange in his heart.

"Got it, let's talk about it at the company."

An Jin impatiently threw down a sentence, immediately hung up the phone, and then walked into the apartment with a happy face.

Looking at An Jin's happy appearance, An Qian's heart was like thousands of ants gnawing at her, the more An Jin smiled and her face was full of happiness, the more cloudy An Qian's face became.

Even in the bottom of her heart, there is a terrible demon that is slowly awakening, controlling her behavior step by step, expanding her terrible thoughts and directing her to carry them out.

She angrily threw the phone into the passenger seat, never expecting An Jin to prevaricate her with the word "work", so tired that she didn't even want to say a word.

An Qian couldn't suppress the anger in her heart, and angrily got out of the car to catch up, but Tula simply stopped without taking two steps, and then returned to the car silently.

If she is allowed to see through her face to face with An Jin like a resentful woman, it will only make An Jin feel that she is vulgar and disgusted.

After thinking about it carefully, An Qian took a deep breath, quietly picked up her mobile phone, took a photo of An Jin going to the apartment, and then left the apartment.

Back at the company, in order to encourage the employees who participated in the jewelry display, An Qian invited everyone to have breakfast, and everyone happily expressed their gratitude to An Qian.

"You're welcome, as long as any of you come back with the award and give the company a long face, technology will be my biggest thank you." An Qian looked at everyone with a smile and shook her head generously.

"This must be no problem, so many of us participated, there must be one person who can get the award back, and the security workers will invite us to a good meal when the time comes."

"That's it, don't cheat when the time comes."

While they hadn't gone to work yet, everyone began to eat breakfast while coaxing and teasing An Qian.

"No problem, as long as any of you can win the prize, I will treat you when the time comes, and you will decide the location." An Qian looked at everyone's morale and confidence, and didn't want to disturb everyone's interest, so she agreed happily.

Everyone happily calculated the place of the treat, the seafood feast, the delicacies of the mountains and seas, the more they thought about it, the more greedy they became, and they were drooling while eating breakfast.

An Qian shook her head proudly, as long as she could prevent Lu Xinman from participating in the jewelry show, it would hit her confidence and make her lose the idea of design, as for who won the award in the end, it didn't matter to An Qian.

Besides, she is very sure that even if all of them come to the design department, even if they all add up to design a work, they will not get a prize, and they will not even be qualified to let people take a look.

That's why An Qian is so fearless, and casually agrees to invite everyone to eat anywhere.

It was during this noisy interval that An Qian did not forget to put breakfast on the table in An Jin's office, and there was a small note attached to it, with sweet words written on it, just like a little couple in love.

An Jin came to the office as always, thinking that An Qian was waiting for the rabbit in the office again, and stood outside the door for a long time, thinking about how to deal with her series of questions when he met An Qian after entering.

"Ann is always early." If the employee greets Anjin.

An Jin nodded copingly, then took a deep breath, and then pushed the door in, he was just about to open his mouth to deal with An Qian, but he saw that the person who was supposed to be sitting on the sofa was empty, looking around, and he didn't see An Qian's figure.

Seeing only the breakfast on the desk and the handwriting on the note made An Jin's heart feel uneasy, so he just glanced at it and pushed the breakfast aside.

"Mr. An, it's time, everyone is waiting in the conference room." The secretary knocked on the door and came in to look at An Jin who was in a daze, and hesitated.

Seeing An Jin staring down on himself, the secretary was puzzled, thinking that it was not the right time to come in, disturbing An Jin's recuperation, or interrupting his thoughts.

She curiously took the document in her hand and shook it in front of An Jin, "Mr. An? ”

"Have you had breakfast?" An Jin suddenly spoke, and the secretary was startled.

"What?" The secretary asked, puzzled.

"There's a breakfast here, I'll go to the conference room first, and I'll give you twenty minutes to have a meeting in the conference room."

An Jin did a favor, so he gave the breakfast to the secretary, but before the secretary could refuse, An Jin forcibly stuffed the breakfast into his hand.

Seeing the wind-like man disappear from his eyes, the secretary said weakly, "I've eaten it." ”

But this breakfast can't be eaten as lunch, and when I walked out of the office, the secretary threw the breakfast outside and took out the garbage.

The cleaning aunt saw that it was a pity, so she picked it up and planned to heat it up at noon and save another meal, and the cleaning aunt was full of joy.

An Qian came to the pantry and saw that her breakfast had been transferred to the cleaning aunt's hands, and she felt a little mixed.

In fact, she thought it was just a coincidence, but when she saw the words on the post-it note, she was furious, and it was definitely the breakfast she gave to An Jin.

"How is this here?" An Qian asked with a frosty face.

"It was the secretary who threw it into the trash, I picked it up when I saw it was good, I didn't eat it, it looked like a waste." Aunt Cleaning smiled at An Qian awkwardly.

After all, picking up other people's leftover food is not a glorious thing, even if it is intact, it is a little unbearable.

"Trash can!" An Qian repeated word by word.

"yes, I wonder how this good breakfast was thrown in the trash by the secretary." Aunt Cleaning recalled puzzled.

An Qian angrily picked up the breakfast and gave it a look, then crumpled it angrily and threw it back into the trash, and now the cleaning aunt couldn't pick it up even if she wanted to.

An Qian's concept is that even if the things she doesn't want become garbage, others are not qualified to touch them, and they are not qualified to watch them.

Looking at the spoiled breakfast in the trash can, Aunt Cleaning's eyes were full of regret, and she glanced at An Qian sadly, she wanted to talk to her, why was a good breakfast wasted like this.

But the anger in An Qian's eyes made Aunt Cleaning dare not speak angrily, so she had to beat her chest and look at breakfast, and kept smacking her lips.

An Qian looked at the distressed appearance of the cleaning aunt, and suddenly got a hint of pleasure in her heart, the pleasure of trampling others under her feet, which calmed down the resentment in her heart a little.

She stepped on high heels, passed by the cleaning aunt, slowly walked to the mirror, took out the lipstick, re-added the lip color like dripping blood, hooked the corners of her mouth proudly, and then left the pantry.

"What a waste, a good breakfast, what a waste."

After watching An Qian leave, the cleaning aunt dared to speak out, but only she could hear the broken thoughts, for fear that An Qian's ears would be sharp, and she would return to the pantry after hearing it, and then she was afraid that her fate would not be better than this breakfast.

Everyone in the conference room was waiting a little impatiently, constantly looking at An Jin, waiting for him to speak, but he kept squinting his eyes and leaning back in his chair, as if he was meditating, or maybe he got up a little late in the morning and was catching up on sleep.

"What the hell is this for, he said that he would have a meeting and call everyone in advance, what is he doing?"

"That's what Mr. An mean, shouldn't today's project be a bit tricky, and Mr. An is helpless?"