Delicate best friend of the Female lead - chapter 52

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After getting the instructions, the muscular security guards dragged Manager Xiong out.

They ignored Manager Xiong’s screams.

He Yawen looked at all of this and at An Dong in a loss.

She realized how handsome and charming An Dong was.

At that moment, she really regretted it. She regretted being afraid of Xiong Liang’s threats and saying bad things.

It would be nice if she had known that An Dong had become the boss of the company earlier.

An Dong was quite honest usually but he didn’t tell her anything.

He Yawen had forgotten that she had blocked An Dong’s number on her phone long ago.

“An Dong, I…”

He Yawen was about to speak but was interrupted by An Dong, “Sorry Miss He, I still have things to do now. I don’t have time to entertain you. You should go back.”

An Dong followed Du Ran into the president’s office with a blank face.

No affection was left for He Yawen. It could be seen that An Dong was really angry this time.

“She picked up a sesame seed and lost a watermelon.”

“Who would have thought that An Dong would be rich? He Yawen is really stupid for breaking up with him.”

“If she didn’t break up with him, wouldn’t she be the boss’s wife now? She is really too ignorant…”

He Yawen was extremely embarrassed and upset when she heard the words surrounding her.

She gritted her teeth and glanced at the closed door of the CEO’s office for the last time before leaving unwillingly.

‘It’s okay’

After all, they had been in love for two years.

If He Yawen hadn’t made an appearance with Mr. Xiong, there was an eighty percent chance that she could coax him back.

But, she didn’t only announce the marriage, but also exposed her other side to An Dong.

Even if An Dong was stupid, he understood that his girlfriend was inconsistent and couldn’t believe her anymore.

…

The An family knew nothing about the things An Dong encountered in the company that day.

They were very busy packing up the macarons to send them out as soon as possible.

The macarons couldn’t be left for too long as they wouldn’t taste good if they weren’t fresh.

Therefore, while An Xia was packing the macarons, she also secretly used her golden finger to extend the freshness time.

After packing all the ten macarons in a delicate box, An Xia sent all the macarons to the winners.

Then she began to prepare lunch.

At the same time, she recorded a video of her cooking.

Recently, An Xia liked making cooking videos while teaching everyone how to cook on the camera.

Whenever netizens on the Internet praised her craftsmanship, she had a sense of accomplishment that she had never had before.

Since Huo Ci’s hacked account incident, her Weibo fans had dropped a lot, but the number of fans was still considerable.

Because the cooking videos posted were beautiful, it consolidated many fans who originally wanted to go.

Seeing a table full of food, Mother An said helplessly, “Xiaxia, you cook for us every day, so next time, I will cook for you. Didn’t you like the braised pork that I made for you? Would you like me to cook braised pork for you tomorrow?”

Now she really had nothing to do. In the past, she used to be so busy that she didn’t sleep for more than five hours.

But now, she could sleep ten hours a day, enjoy every day without doing anything at all.

Her daughter cooked. The dishes and the house were cleaned by hourly workers.

She felt that if she stayed like that, she was going to turn into a waste.

“I’ll make it, I’ll make it for you and dad.”

An Xia refused. There was no way she would let her cook. If she cooked, how would she use her golden finger?

Father and Mother An sighed. They were really a little bored these days when nothing happened.

Maybe they were really poor people. Even if their daughter became rich, gave them so much money to honor them and let them live the days comfortably, they still wanted to work and find something to do.

Just when Father and Mother An felt that they might really have been ‘wrapped’ by their precious daughter, they received a call.

“Hello, are you Mr. An Qiangsheng?”

An Qiangsheng glanced at the unfamiliar number and said, “Yes, who are you?”

“Mr. An Qiangsheng, hello, I’m Zhang Chen, the screenwriter of ‘Our Leisure Life’, you can call me Xiao Zhang.”

“Huh? What is ‘Leisure Life’? What does ‘screenwriter’ mean?”

An Qiangsheng was an ordinary ordinary citizen. Apart from watching some anti-Japanese dramas, he didn’t watch variety shows at all and he didn’t even know what screenwriters were.

“Mr. An Qiangsheng, this is the case. We want to borrow your private garden to shoot a show…”