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

An Ran smiled gently and nodded in agreement.

"But this is too outrageous. At least other people's fortune-telling can be related to this." Feng Jiajia laughed and joked, "The funniest thing is that your Mr. Right will appear when you are 17 years old. You will still be in the third year of high school at that time, right? Let me think of who can be related to this."

She pondered for half a minute, then shook her head.

“I didn’t figure it out.”

"Actually, I don't really believe in fortune-telling. I just want to give the old man some compensation." An Ran said with a smile.

The two of them strolled leisurely to the fabric city.

"Come with me to pick out some fabrics," An Ran suggested.

"What are you going to do with the cloth?" Feng Jiajia asked somewhat confusedly.

"I want to make a shawl for Mr. Jiang's mother." An Ran explained with a smile.

The two walked into the fabric city together, and the dazzling array of fabrics dazzled Feng Jiajia.

An Ran walked towards the cashmere fabric area and selected them with ease.

"The camel-colored shawl suits Mr. Jiang's mother very well." An Ran explained, "She has a very good temperament, and the camel color suits her very well and can be matched with anything."

Feng Jiajia nodded in agreement. She felt that An Ran always had a unique vision.

She said with some regret: "You could have gone to the Fashion Institute, but you had a fever during the college entrance examination. Otherwise, you might have become an outstanding fashion designer now."

An Ran smiled and said self-deprecatingly: "There's nothing I can do. I'm just an unlucky person."

He tilted his head to look at Feng Jiajia, "It's pretty good now, the salary is high and the benefits are good, there's nothing to regret."

Feng Jiajia looked at An Ran and sighed, "Maybe this is fate's arrangement."

An Ran smiled and looked down at her shirt.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jiajia, and said proudly: "Although I am not a professional designer, it is not a problem for me to make clothes by myself."

"Look, I made this shirt myself. Who can tell?"

Feng Jiajia nodded rapidly, her eyes shining: "That's right, even if you are not a professional designer, your design ability is definitely not inferior to those big-name designers on the market!"

An Ran smiled and responded: "Hehe, huh? If I lose my job one day, I will open an online store and be my own boss! Before that, I have to work hard here at Jianghuai Nian and save up some capital."

Feng Jiajia was immediately filled with pride when she heard this: "Okay! Then I have to work harder. When I become the editor-in-chief someday, I will definitely give you a few large pages so that you can realize your ambitions!"

An Ran also smiled slyly: "Haha, thank you for your hard work, our future editor-in-chief! I wish you a bright future and a promotion!"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

She returned home safely, took a shower and changed into her pajamas.

She took out the precious sewing machine from the box and stroked it gently, with a determined light in her eyes.

She bought this sewing machine with the money she saved from her part-time job in college.

Although it is not the most professional sewing machine, it is enough.

She spread out the fine cashmere cloth she had bought from the fabric city and began to measure and calculate carefully.

She gestured with a ruler in her hand and made light marks on the fabric with chalk.

The gift for Jianghuai’s mother cannot be sloppy.

She thought about it for a long time and finally decided to make a shawl by herself. She believed that such a gift was not only sincere but also in line with her elegant temperament.

She took a deep breath and began to cut the fabric carefully.

Every cut is made with great care, striving for perfection.

She folded the fabric neatly and began to sew on the sewing machine. Her hands moved flexibly between the needle and thread, handling every detail just right.

Time passed quietly in her hands as she devoted herself to her creation.

sizzle-

The phone on the table continued to vibrate.

An Ran put down the cloth in her hand, stood up and walked towards the phone.

When she saw the caller ID showed "Mr. Jiang", her heart skipped a beat.

I looked up at the time and it was already eleven o'clock.

Do you have work arrangements so late?

This is not allowing people to survive!

She frowned somewhat unhappily, but still answered the call: "Hello, Mr. Jiang."

A man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you still asleep?"

"Not yet." An Ran replied.

"When I'm not in the company, you have to report the day's work to me." Jiang Huainian said.

An Ran was stunned for a moment. She really didn't expect this.

"Sorry, I remember that."

"Well, Uncle Zhang will still deliver breakfast to my house tomorrow. Please send me the records on the treadmill after you run." Jiang Huainian continued.

An Ran took a deep breath.

I thought I could be lazy and not run for a day, but I couldn't avoid it.

"Ok."

"Go to bed early, good night." Jiang Huainian reminded.

"Good night, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Huaian nodded and hung up the phone.

An Ran sighed.

I went back to the sewing machine and continued to embroider a circle after finishing the edge of the shawl.

Finally it was done. Anran checked it and looked very satisfied.

She folded her shawl and stretched.

It's three o'clock.

go to bed.

The next day, An Ran got up at the same time as usual and went to Shenzhen Yipin.

After running, I was out of breath and took a picture of the running record on the treadmill to Jiang Huainian.

The other party quickly replied, "OK."

West City.

There was a light rain in the sky and the air was a little humid.

Jiang Huaian was wearing a black suit and standing in front of the window. He quickly replied to the message, put the phone into the pocket of his suit, and walked out of the bedroom.

In the lobby on the first floor, Ren Yunnan was concentrating on spraying water on the lilies.

She noticed her son coming downstairs and said with a smile, "Good morning, there's no need to wake you up now."

Jiang Huaian hummed, looking for other people in the hall: "Where are Grandpa and Dad?"

"They are preparing in the study." Ren Yunnan said, putting down the spray bottle filled with clean water in his hand and wiping his hands carefully.

She walked slowly to Jiang Huai Nian's side and said gently, "Let's go to the restaurant to have breakfast first, and we'll leave soon."

After Jiang Huainian finished his breakfast, Jiang Hongxi and Jiang Yu came out of the study.

"Let's go." Jiang Hongxi said.

The group walked out of the villa and the bodyguard greeted them with a black umbrella.

The convoy slowly drove out of the house, passed through the wet streets, and finally stopped at the gate of the cemetery.

The bodyguard held an umbrella, Jiang Huainian held lilies, and the group walked to the cemetery.

The raindrops gently hit the ground, making a crackling sound. Ren Yunnan placed fruits and desserts in front of the tombstone. Jiang Hongxi took the flowers from Jiang Huainian's hand and gently placed them in front of the tombstone.

He knelt on one knee holding Jiang Yu's hand, and the rain on the ground soaked his knees.

He looked at the name engraved on the tombstone and felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

He took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the rain off the tombstone.

"Arou..."

"Hypocritical!" The old lady held a bouquet of lilies in her hand, with a hint of disdain and dissatisfaction in her tone.

Jiang Yu and Jiang Huainian turned their heads at the same time.

"Aunt", "Aunt grandma".