The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

An Chen was slumped on the hanging chair, constantly changing his positioning information, playing a hide-and-seek game with those people.

The current situation there is that I just thought I found An Chen's location, but before I could be happy, I found that the location had changed again.

An Chen still doesn't know who the person over there is, but he doesn't need to guess. He knows that he must not be a good person.

Since they want to find it, let them not find it. There is no other way, they are so considerate.

It's quite a waste of time to keep staring. An Chen directly set the automatic mode. Every once in a while, the system will automatically change the position, so let them find it slowly.

After finishing this, An Chen yawned loudly, reached for the pillow next to him, and began to sleep on the hanging chair.

An Chen's hair has not been cut for a long time, and it has grown quite a bit now. It is still blue in the front, but there is also a long section of new black hair at the root.

She was lying there quietly, with a few strands of hair blocking her forehead, as beautiful as a static cartoon.

Taking advantage of his location, Fu Yanxing secretly took several photos of An Chen and saved them in an album called Future.

Fu Yanxing has regarded An Chen as his future. There is no weighing the pros and cons. An Chen is his steadfastness.

An Chen was not completely asleep. Although his eyes were closed, various pictures kept appearing in his mind, some from the past and some from the present, and there were many, many people in the pictures.

In a daze, a voice appeared in An Chen's mind. The voice was very familiar, but An Chen couldn't remember who he was. He only remembered what he said.

"Don't rely on someone easily, he will become your habit. When separation comes, what you lose is not a person, but your spiritual support. No matter when and where, you must learn to walk independently, which will make you go Be more calm."

An Chen didn't remember this sentence deliberately, but he never forgot it. Although An Chen does not fully agree with this sentence, it is undeniable that some of An Chen's actions coincide with this sentence.

The ringtone of the cell phone brought back An Chen's thoughts. Just as An Chen was about to answer the call, the call was hung up. Immediately afterwards, An Chen received a photo.

After seeing the photo, An Chen quickly redialed the number. Unexpectedly, the number turned out to be empty.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yanxing saw An Chen's series of actions and asked worriedly.

"It's okay. Do you have a computer?" An Chen asked, closing his phone.

"Yes, I'll get it for you?"

"Take me directly."

"Then go directly to my study." After Fu Yanxing finished speaking, he was waiting for An Chen's answer. When he saw An Chen nodded, he put An Chen into the wheelchair again.

"Actually, I can really walk by myself." An Chen repeated this sentence again, but no one believed it.

"What are you two doing?" Ling Han asked as he watched Fu Yanxing push An Chen toward the elevator.

"Play games, brother Lin Han, let's play together." After An Chen finished speaking, he called Lin Han and found someone with quick hands to work as a coolie.

Lin Han really thought he was going to play games, so he followed him happily. The poor child didn't know what he was about to face.

"What game are you playing? Are you practicing?" Lin Han asked innocently.

"You'll know in a moment, it's very interesting."

Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen, a little fox, and the more he looked at him, the more cute he felt. In Fu Yanxing's eyes, An Chen looked cute no matter what he looked like.