Quick wear: healing the beautiful, strong and miserable boss every day

Chapter 202 ② Against (11)

After a few seconds of silence, he said: "No, you eat well."

When the words fell, Aunt Fang happened to come out with coffee, "Master, your coffee."

The smell of coffee was quite strong, and she could smell it as soon as she came out of the kitchen.

Wen Jinhuan raised his eyebrows, "Drinking coffee so late, and working all night tonight?"

"Eat your supper well," he said.

"..."

Wen Jinhuan pouted.

An Tinglan sat still and didn't go up, she was in a good mood and stirred the coffee with a small spoon, he was wearing a set of dark black pajamas, I don't know the reason of the light, the dark clothes made his skin shine Yingbai.

He should have just taken a shower, the tips of his hair were slightly wet, and fluffy pieces covered his forehead, making him look like a college student in his early twenties, but in fact she was five or six years older than Wen Jinhuan.

An Tinglan put down the small spoon, and said suddenly, "Which company do you work for?"

"..."

She pursed her lower lip, wondering whether to tell him the truth, but later she decided to tell the truth.

Wen Jinhuan moved his mouth and told him the name of the company.

He looked at Wen Jinhuan, that company was not far from his company, and it was also not far from Qi's company.

She didn't want to go back to Qi's, An Tinglan knew the reason.

"Next time you work overtime and ask the driver to pick you up, don't come back alone."

An Tinglan picked up the coffee, stood up, and added, "It's not safe."

"understood."

After Wen Jinhuan uttered three words, the volume of the subsequent words was muted in his mouth, and replaced by lip language: I won't tell my grandparents.

An Tinglan paused, looked away from her, and left the restaurant without saying anything.

Wen Jinhuan ate a little to pad his stomach, but he didn't eat much, and he couldn't fall asleep if he ate too much.

After eating, Aunt Fang brought out ginger soup and told her to drink it.

Ginger soup with red dates and brown sugar, the spicy taste of ginger is not very strong, with a hint of sweetness.

Wen Jinhuan listened to her, drank a small bowl, wiped his mouth, "Aunt Fang, just tell them to clean up these things, you go to rest early."

"Aunt Fang knows, Madam should go to rest early." Aunt Fang replied.

Wen Jinhuan nodded, got up and walked out to the second floor.

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Wen Jinhuan came back from get off work the next afternoon, a little earlier than An Tinglan got home.

Aunt Fang whispered to her, "Ma'am, the coffee master didn't take a sip last night, does it mean that the coffee Aunt Fang is making now is not good?"

Her tone was full of doubts, and she was more afraid that it would not suit An Tinglan's appetite. She felt that she couldn't even make coffee well, so she became upset.

It was after cleaning the room in the morning that I found this untouched coffee. Aunt Fang was a little sad and relieved when she saw it.

The good news is that drinking too much coffee is bad for your health, but the sad thing is that An Tinglan may think that the coffee she makes is not good.

"It's nothing, maybe he forgot when he was busy, and stopped drinking when it was cold." Wen Jinhuan comforted her.

But what he was thinking in his heart was that last night An Tinglan came down to say that he wanted to drink coffee, maybe it was a feint, but he actually wanted to make sure that she came back from get off work.

Aunt Fang sighed slightly, but she didn't listen to all of Wen Jinhuan's consolation in her heart.

"My wife will take a rest first. I'll go to the kitchen to see if dinner is ready."

Dinner was ready, An Tinglan came back, Wen Jinhuan received a call from An's old house at this time.

Because Mrs. An and the old man knew about her going to work.

Mrs. An was more worried about whether there was something wrong with them directly, otherwise how could Wen Jinhuan go to work for no reason.

Wen Jinhuan couldn't laugh or cry, and reassured the two of them that she and An Tinglan had a good relationship and there was no conflict.

Coincidentally, what she said was heard by An Tinglan who walked in.

Aunt Fang also came out of the restaurant, holding a bowl in her hand, when she saw An Tinglan, she stopped abruptly.

With an ouch in his mouth, "Master, you are back."

Then she made a movement to put away the bowl on her hand, "The young master almost smelled the ginger soup."

The flavor of the ginger soup was not strong, it was weakened a bit, An Tinglan was fine after smelling it.

Seeing that Wen Jinhuan was on the phone, Aunt Fang had to bring ginger soup back to the restaurant.

She originally thought that An Tinglan would not come back so early, so she wanted to let Wen Jinhuan, who came back from outside, drink some ginger soup to relieve the cold.

After the recent winter, the days are getting colder and colder. The cold wind outside is blowing on the face, and I have to endure the biting cold.

The flowers in the yard have already changed seasons. The huge ginkgo tree in the backyard of the villa, after the winter, the golden leaves slowly fall to the ground. You can already see what the ginkgo will become in the deep winter in the future.

In the morning and after the evening, the temperature is very low, especially in the middle of the night, it may reach a few degrees.

Wen Jinhuan came back from the outside with a scarf around her neck. After returning home for a long time, she gradually felt the heat within the ten minutes of calling.

After hanging up the phone, he took off the scarf, Wen Jinhuan played with his hair, and pulled a thin black hair rope from his wrist to tie it up.

An Tinglan didn't express any opinion after hearing those words just now.

It's too cold, Mrs. An and the old man can't come to them, let alone An Tinglan.

About 20 days have passed since the last family dinner.

There is still half a month until the next family banquet, and they will return once a month and a half, but it is not certain, sometimes An Tinglan is busy with work, and in this case, he cannot return.

After these situations happened before, Mrs. An and the old man told Wen Jinhuan that if An Tinglan didn't come back, then Wen Jinhuan could still come back to talk and eat with them.

Wen Jinhuan went back several times by herself. Now that she has found a job, she wonders if she will have time to go back.

On the day when I went back to Anjia's old house for dinner, work happened to be the busiest time.

Gan Tingtang said that today he was going to interview a very important client and talk about a very important project.

The key point is to appoint Wen Jinhuan to go with him.

Wen Jinhuan couldn't shirk it, so he had to go.

After thinking about it, it's not good for her to tell Mrs. An that she is too busy to leave.

Gan Tingtang spoke to her in a casual tone, "Zu Wen, I really can't tell you're married at such a young age."

Gan Tingtang spoke suddenly, and Wen Jinhuan's cell phone was turned off immediately.

It must not be obvious, after all, she is not very old.

Wen Jinhuan didn't know what to answer, but just smiled and changed the topic to other aspects, "Mr. Gan, which company is the partner we are going to meet this time?"

"An's Group," he said.

"..."

Wen Jinhuan was stunned, it couldn't be someone, besides An's Group is so big, the person who talks about cooperation is not necessarily An Tinglan.

Gan Tingtang's tone was flat, Wen Jinhuan felt that he must know that An Tinglan was her husband.

After all, the information Wen Jinhuan filled out on the emergency contact is An Tinglan's information.

Wen Jinhuan remembered one thing, the last time she went to the hospital, it seemed that it was the company that An Tinglan answered.

Immediately, Wen Jinhuan asked, "Cooperate with An's?"

"I plan to discuss a cooperation with An's, and it will be the best." Gan Tingtang sighed, and continued, "It's a pity that the person I met this time is not Mr. An."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Jinhuan who was sitting in the co-pilot. She leaned against the back of the chair and looked straight ahead. From this angle, he could directly see a little of her profile.

He knew that An Tinglan was Wen Jinhuan's legal husband. He thought it was a coincidence when he saw the name and number in the emergency contact column on the employee registration form, mainly because he hadn't heard that President An was getting married. news.

In his opinion, for a family as big as An's, things like marriage will definitely be held grandly.

When he went to investigate this matter, he discovered the fact that the An Ting Lan that Wen Jinhuan filled in was An Ting from the An family, it was not a coincidence.

Some time ago, when Wen Jinhuan asked for sick leave, he was the one who called. On the phone, the man's indifferent voice said that he was going to ask for sick leave for Wen Jinhuan. He didn't say what the illness was, and he didn't say anything when he asked.

Gan Tingtang didn't know if Wen Jinhuan and An Tinglan were directly in love, but he felt that there was no affection between them.

These are all his own guesses.

After hearing what he said, Wen Jinhuan was inexplicably relieved. Whether he saw him or not was not a big problem.

But, she hasn't told An Tinglan that she can't go back to the old house today.

Gan Tingtang asked in a chatty tone: "Does the Wen group know anything about An's?"

Wen Jinhuan thought for a while, "I understand a little bit."

An's Group is involved in a wide range of industries, including electronic products, catering, tourism, hotels, etc., and has developed well.

Her current company focuses on advertising and other daily product directions, such as more feminine products.

What kind of cooperation can be reached with An's, Wen Jinhuan hadn't thought of it for a while.

"Today we are going to An's newly established subsidiary company, which also deals in women's products." Gan Tingtang said.

"..."

An's new subsidiary, Wen Jinhuan didn't know about it, she didn't take the initiative to find out, and it was impossible for An Tinglan to talk about these things with her.

It turns out that An's is expanding projects such as women's products.

Prepare to arrive at the destination, around ten o'clock in the morning.

Wen Jinhuan sent An Tinglan a message that he was busy with work today and couldn't go back to the old house, so he might have to go back alone.

An Tinglan replied to the message around eleven o'clock, saying that he would not reply either, and that they would reply together on New Year's Day.

He didn't say a reason, just didn't reply.

I don't know how he told Mrs. An and the others that Wen Jinhuan was a little hesitant.

After a while, I received a reply from An Tinglan saying that he had already told his grandparents so that she would not have to worry.

It may be because of some information that Wen Jinhuan showed that An Tinglan didn't hate her as much as before.

Today, it took only one day to visit Anshi's subsidiary and several places in the factory.

At 06:30 in the evening, they had just finished work and walked out of the factory. When the strong wind blew, Wen Jinhuan wrapped his coat tightly.

She took out her mobile phone and wanted to take a taxi home, and then heard Gan Tingtang say:
"Zu Wen, you've worked hard today, please eat."

Wen Jinhuan replied, "No, Mr. Gan, this is a matter of my job, I just go home and eat."

Now that the project cooperation has been taken, they are naturally happy.

Gan Tingtang asked for a treat, and if there were other employees present, he might agree.

It's just that there are only her and Gan Tingtang now, and Wen Jinhuan chooses to refuse.

"The cooperation has been negotiated, we must have a meal to celebrate, Wen Zu." He said.

"Another day, let's celebrate together another day. I don't dare to take all the credit for this. They also have a lot of credit for the department."

"Qi Yuqian, do you really not remember me?"

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(End of this chapter)