Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Zhu Huayan was suddenly startled and took a step back in fear. After guessing that it was Jiang Weiche who came back, she hurriedly turned off the computer and sat back on the sofa.

But there was no time to hide the expression on his face.

"Hua Yan, you are here."

As soon as Jiang Weiche opened the door, he saw Zhu Huayan sitting upright with his body straight and straight, looking guilty.

Ok?

Jiang Weiche was somewhat puzzled. He walked to the sofa next to Zhu Huayan and sat down, and asked:

"Why did you think of coming to the company to bring me food? I was quite surprised when I received your call."

The handsome young man's face was full of fatigue from being too busy, but when he mentioned Zhu Huayan's initiative to bring him food, the corners of his mouth suddenly blossomed, like the overly bright July sun.

Zhu Huayan was dazzled by such a smile. She lowered her eyes slightly, and the thought in her mind became clearer.

"Hua Yan? Hua Yan?"

The guilty man felt even more guilty and did not answer Jiang Weiche's words. He only came to his senses after being called several times.

"what."

Zhu Huayan responded, but suddenly froze and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"What did you call me?"

In the past, calling her "little stepmother" was a bit of a misnomer, and some rebellious young people even used it as a joke, but at least it meant acknowledging her status as her father's girlfriend.

What’s going on now? Not only does he call me by my first name, he also leaves out my surname, calling me so intimately.

"Hua Yan, or should I call you Yan Yan? Xiao Yan? You and him aren't that close yet, so calling her stepmother isn't appropriate. You're younger than me, so I can't call you auntie."

Jiang Weiche had a faint smile on his face, with a hint of ambiguity in its meaning.

He just took a look around the office while everyone was in a daze and found that the computer on the desk had been moved. Thinking of his occasional tired indulgence, he roughly understood the reason for Zhu Huayan's strange expression.

What should I do if I am exposed?

Various plans flashed through his mind one by one, and the man's dark pupils became even deeper.

Zhu Huayan shuddered suddenly, and felt a little timid.

"It's up to you. Just don't call me Xiaoyan or Yanyan. It's disgusting. Also, it was Aunt Li who suggested that I bring you lunch. She said you've been too busy lately to eat and you look haggard. Aunt Li cares about you a lot."

"What about you? Do you care about me? If you notice that I've become thinner and haggard, will you come to me?"

Jiang Weiche's eyes were burning, and his questions one after another were about to pour out his master's thoughts.

Very good, it is confirmed, he definitely has some wrong delusion about himself. In this case, then Zhiting's accident...he has another reason for taking action.

Almost instantly, Zhu Huayan's expression changed, from disbelief to deep suspicion.

Although at Zhiting's funeral not long ago, the two were still poor people who shared the same suffering.

At this moment, Zhu Huayan couldn't help but complain a little to him.

Maybe she wanted to go back and investigate the truth of the matter, or maybe she was afraid that she couldn't hide the expression on her face. Zhu Huayan didn't want to waste another minute here.

She stood up and said goodbye in a hurry.

"I've already delivered the soup. If nothing else, I'll leave. I have things to do at school. Bye."

She left in a hurry, changing from an imperceptible brisk walk to a jog.

Jiang Weiche didn't even have time to get up to see her off before he turned the corner and entered the elevator.

"Zhao Yan, find someone to follow Hua Yan's schedule for a while."

Jiang Weiche sat at his desk, his bony hands stroking the woman's hair on the computer screen, his eyes full of tenderness.