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

An Ran heard Feng Jiajia's question and shook her head blankly.

Yes, they knew each other...

Jiang Huaian was dressed in black, a black shirt and a black suit, both of which were of exquisite texture and looked very noble.

Shen Wenyin took Jiang Huainian's hand and walked down the stairs with a smile on her face. She walked with great grace, with one hand slightly bent as she waved to everyone.

Like a noble white swan.

Anran’s eyes were always fixed on Shen Wenyin, and she finally saw clearly what the necklace on her neck was - The one!

She shuddered violently and her face turned pale instantly.

The throat seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible hand, and the oxygen suddenly disappeared.

The hands under the table tightly grasped the hem of her skirt.

Her fingers had already turned white, but she didn't feel any pain at all.

She swallowed painfully.

"An Ran...what's wrong with you?" Feng Jiajia asked nervously when she saw that her face looked strange.

An Ran turned to look at Feng Jiajia woodenly, her voice trembling faintly: "Shen Wenyin... wearing The one..."

Feng Jiajia's pupils suddenly shrank and she immediately looked at Shen Wenyin.

By this time they had walked to the lobby and were greeting people they knew.

"Shen Wenyin...Jiang Huai Nian..." She was speechless for a moment.

The tipsy man opposite glanced at Shen Wenyin and the others, then looked at the two beauties in front of him.

He smiled and said, "You also know Huai Nian? It seems that Huai Nian is also a big celebrity now~"

"Isn't Shen Wenyin engaged?" Feng Jiajia looked suddenly at the man opposite her, speaking in a hurried tone.

"Yes, I remember it was June 18th, and I went to the engagement party." said the tipsy man.

June 18th!

She was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang Huainian with empty eyes.

That day...

It was the day at the bar...

"She's already engaged, so why isn't the man standing next to her her fiancé?" Feng Jiajia frowned tightly, staring at the tipsy man.

The tipsy man smiled and said, "Who knows? Huai Nian has always liked Wen Yin. Maybe Wen Yin was moved by him."

The man's words were like a sharp knife, piercing Anran's heart.

It hurts so much...

My nose is sore...

My eyes are sore too...

She turned her head away, tilted her head slightly, bit her lower lip tightly, and tears welled up in her bright eyes.

Feng Jiajia looked at her with pity and held her cold hand.

The tipsy man said to himself: "Do you know why Huai Nian founded Future Technology? Wen Yin likes dogs, but she is allergic to dog hair. Alas..."

An Ran's whole body froze.

In the interview, he said that he designed Future Go because of a very important friend.

An Ran laughed at herself, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably...

"Of course..." Feng Jiajia was very worried.

An Ran picked up the wine glass in front of her, tilted her head back and drank it. A burning sensation went down her throat as the wine entered her throat.

"Ranran..." Feng Jiajia called out softly.

An Ran sniffed, wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, and forced a smile: "Drink~"

She picked up another glass of wine, clinked glasses with Feng Jiajia's, and drank it in one gulp.

I drank too fast, choked, and coughed violently twice.

Feng Jiajia immediately took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and said distressedly: "Drink slowly..."

When the waiter saw that the wine glass was empty, he refilled it in due time.

"Beauty, you have a good alcohol tolerance. I want to drink with you." The tipsy man picked up the wine glass and stuffed another glass into An Ran's hand.

Anran raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Huainian.

The man had his back to her, as if talking to Shen Wenyin, and the woman smiled slightly.

An Ran looked away and met the tipsy man's smiling eyes. She raised her glass and said, "Drink~"

A man not far away was staring at An Ran. She looked charming and beautiful when she drank.

He casually walked to the sofa area, sat down, and poured wine into Anran's glass.

An Ran asked Feng Jiajia with a smile, her eyes blurred and her voice soft, "Jiajia, why don't you drink~"

Feng Jiajia glanced at An Ran and said, "Just drink if you feel sad. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

She smiled gently: "Drink it, I'll watch you."

After a while, An Ran felt dizzy. She raised her hand to rub her forehead, but she still felt dizzy.

She felt even more uncomfortable under the strong light.

So she picked up the sofa and slowly stood up.

Feng Jiajia immediately stood up and helped her to the bathroom.

***

Jiang Huainian took an unintentional glance and was slightly stunned.

He recognized that figure, slender and fair, with her skirt sliding over her legs.

"Excuse me for a moment." After saying that, without waiting for Shen Wenyin to speak, he took a step forward and walked quickly in An Ran's direction.

"Excuse me, please make way." He pushed through the crowd and walked quickly.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he so anxious?" The person standing next to Shen Wenyin asked in surprise.

Shen Wenyin shook her head.

Feng Jiajia helped An Ran walk to the corridor, where the light was very dim.

Anran leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. She felt so dizzy that she couldn't walk anymore.

"Ran Ran... It's okay, I'll always be by your side. Damn Jiang Huai Nian, three-legged frogs are hard to find, but there are plenty of two-legged men. Don't be sad..."

An Ran pursed her lips, her bright eyes were filled with tears, and she tried hard to hold back the tears.

"Jia Jia, I was just being too sentimental..." She said sadly to herself.

Her head became more and more dizzy, her brain started to buzz, and she almost lost consciousness.

At this moment, someone grabbed her arm in the darkness.

An Ran tilted her head to look. She was so drunk that she thought the man in front of her was so handsome, as if he had appeared in her life before.

Her eyes were slightly wet as she looked at the man quietly, reeking of alcohol.

Jiang Huainian looked at her for a few seconds, then turned to look at Feng Jiaji

"Why did you let her drink!" he scolded sternly.

"I..." Feng Jiajia swallowed the curse and stared at Jiang Huainian with a frown.

Jiang Huaian ignored her and looked at An Ran.

She was drunk, her eyes were tearful, and the fair skin of her collarbone was red.

"Secretary An..." Jiang Huainian called softly.

An Ran hummed softly.

Jiang Huaian took off his coat and put it on her, then said calmly, "I'll take her home."

Feng Jiajia grabbed Jiang Huaian's arm tightly and said in a bad tone: "Don't bother Mr. Jiang, I didn't drink."

Jiang Huainian glanced at Feng Jiajia and said sternly, "Let go."

He suppressed his anger and said coldly: "You can't hold her."

After saying that, he picked up An Ran by the waist.

"Mr. Jiang!" Feng Jiajia frowned.

In the long corridor, Jiang Huainian walked out holding the young woman.

The sudden appearance of light made An Ran feel very uncomfortable. She closed her eyes and buried her head in the man's chest.

She felt familiar and at ease.

The people present were surprised to see Jiang Huainian hugging a woman and stared at the scene in a daze.

Jiang Huainian and Shen Wenyin ran into each other head-on.

Shen Wenyin was stunned.

"This is?"

"My employee is drunk." Jiang Huainian's voice was low and it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

"Let the security guard hold her. I'll find someone to send her back." Shen Wenyin said with a smile.

"No need." Jiang Huainian carried the person out of the villa.

Feng Jiajia followed closely behind.