The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

Wei Xingzhi touched his forehead which had just been patted by An Qian, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

An Heng handed the cut fruits to An Qian with both hands and muttered, "Sister, you hit Xingzhi's head silly. What if he can't get into college next year?"

An Qian glanced at Wei Xingzhi and said, "With his grades, it won't be difficult for him to get into any school he wants."

Then he took a piece of tissue and put it on his hand, held the watermelon and took a bite, and a few drops of juice dripped onto the tissue.

The game world on the screen was bizarre, but not as vivid as the scene in front of him. Wei Xingzhi stared at it without blinking, then rubbed his head pretending to be aggrieved.

"How silly, sister Qianqian."

An Qian raised her eyebrows, pretending to be serious but unable to help but smile. She stretched out her hand and pretended to pat Wei Xingzhi's head again, but he dodged it nimbly.

Wei Yanzhi: "Okay, stop making trouble. Sister Qianqian, do you want to play games?"

An Qian: "No, you guys go shopping with me."

"No." An Heng and Wei Yanzhi said at the same time. It was so boring to accompany a woman shopping, and they had to be porters too.

"Okay." Wei Xingzhi said.

"What?" An Qian narrowed her eyes and drew out the last syllable, her eyes moving back and forth between An Heng and Wei Yan.

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you." An Heng immediately made a gesture of surrender and raised his hands.

Wei Yanzhi looked miserable and wailed, "Oh, I still have two sets of papers to finish."

An Qian raised the corner of her mouth slightly, pretending to be threatening: "Aren't you having fun playing games? Otherwise, I'll call my godfather and ask him to supervise your studies?"

Wei Yanzhi's face instantly fell, and he quickly waved his hands to beg for mercy: "No, no, no, Sister Qianqian, I give up, I'll just go shopping with you if you want."

An Qian nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

Then she walked downstairs lightly, sat gracefully on the sofa, and waited for the three boys.

Uncle Zhang: "Young lady, what would you like for breakfast? I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you."

Hearing this, An Qian raised her lips in a gentle arc and whispered softly, "Good morning, Grandpa Zhang. I'm going out for a walk later. I'll just make a simple sandwich."

Uncle Zhang nodded kindly and handed over the warm milk: "Okay, the sandwiches will be here soon. Miss, drink some hot milk to warm your stomach first."

An Qian took the milk, took a sip, looked around, and saw no sign of her parents, so she asked, "Where are my parents?"

Uncle Zhang smiled and replied, "Young Madam is accompanying Young Master in the gym."

An Qian chuckled.

She admires Jiang Huai'an's self-discipline. He gets up every day and goes to the gym to exercise. His figure is better than many young people.

During this period, Jin Yuanyuan posted a lot of daily outfits of "ordinary" college students.

T-shirts, jeans, casual pants.

An Qian looked through the photos carefully. She had all of these.

Jin Yuanyuan: [Don’t wear what you usually wear, go buy something cheap.]

Then he added: [Also, don’t wear any jewelry. ]

An Qian raised her wrist. The two bracelets together worth one million yuan was indeed not in line with the net worth of an ordinary college student.

In order to prevent people who knew her from recognizing her on TV, she also had to buy a pair of glasses and a wig.

She wrote down the things she wanted to buy.

At this moment, An Ran and Jiang Huainian walked out of the basement hand in hand. They have been married for decades, but they still hold hands wherever they go.

She greeted sweetly, "Good morning, Mom and Dad."

"You wake up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?" An Ran let go of Jiang Huainian's hand, walked to the sofa and hugged her daughter.

A barely perceptible tenderness and a hint of loss flashed across Jiang Huainian's brows.

An Qian: "Well, I'm going shopping."

Jiang Huai Nian: "Where are you going shopping? Remember to bring a driver and bodyguard."

The three of them walked down from upstairs. An Heng, dressed in casual clothes, said, "No need. Tchaikovsky and the porters are all here."

Jiang Huaian glanced at them with a little disdain, "Okay."

He glanced at his daughter and said, "I'll raise your credit limit. Don't buy celebrity merchandise. I've seen your spending records."

"Long live Dad!" An Qian's eyes lit up, and she made a heart shape with her hands and cheered, "Long live Dad!"

She originally wanted to ask An Heng for sponsorship, but with her father's words, she can go shopping as she pleases.

An Ran: "Be safe, come back early, and go home for dinner in the evening."

An Qian smiled brightly and kissed her mother, "Don't worry, I will take good care of my three brothers."

The three of them walked out side by side. An Heng opened the driver's door swiftly, and An Qian sat in the passenger seat.

Wei Yanzhi and Wei Xingzhi sat in the back seat.

Arriving at the mall, An Heng stopped the car and asked, "What are you going to buy today?"

An Qian searched the shopping guides in the mall and asked, "Well... where are the clothes with the best value for money and the most down-to-earth style?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wei Yanzhi and Wei Xingzhi smiled at each other. They usually dealt with high-end customization and luxury goods, and were quite unfamiliar with the world of civilian consumption.

An Heng pointed in the direction of the elevator and said, "It should be the basement of the mall. It seems to be mostly snack bars, supermarkets, and small brand stores."

An Qian raised the corner of his mouth, "OK, our destination is there."

An Heng: "Sister, are you serious?"

An Qian turned around, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Stop talking nonsense and just follow me!"

The three of them exchanged glances silently and followed An Ran.

The four of them stepped into this area filled with the smell of fireworks.

They seemed to have opened the door to a new world. An Qian pulled Wei Yanzhi and Wei Xingzhi and excitedly walked around the store. Several of them exclaimed that the prices were too low.

An Qian bought a wig, a dozen pieces of clothing and two pairs of shoes, spending less than three thousand yuan.

There is no need to increase the credit limit of the supplementary card to buy all the cards.

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Jiang Huainian's phone kept receiving spending information. He stared at the information and looked at An Ran in confusion, "Wife, why are Qianqian always spending hundreds of dollars?"

He doesn't understand.

An Ran kept writing on the drawing paper with concentration, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "Oh, the child has grown up and has his own ideas and circles. You don't have to worry too much."

Jiang Huai Nian put the phone back on the table, gently put his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder, "I always feel that she is still a child."

An Ran tilted her head, her eyes fell softly on his face, "You're already old enough to get married, but you're still a child."

Jiang Huainian tightened his arms around An Ran, as if looking for some comfort, "I suddenly think it's good for her to study medicine. With six years of undergraduate study, plus postgraduate and doctoral studies, she won't be so anxious to get married."

An Ran teased him with a smile, "But studying and getting married are not contradictory."

Jiang Huaian frowned and bit her earlobe lightly as a punishment.

The next day.

An Qian drove to the production company, parked in the shopping mall next door, and went to the bathroom to quickly change into an inconspicuous, cheap T-shirt and jeans.

A short wig almost covered her forehead, and paired with a pair of black-framed glasses, the self in the mirror instantly became ordinary. She raised a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth and went straight to the production company.

She entered the elevator and pressed the close button.

"Wait." A female voice sounded.

A pair of hands blocked the elevator, and then the elevator door opened.

A man and a woman walked in one after another. The tall man wearing sunglasses stood on her left.

An Qian was slightly stunned.

Si Yue?