As the founder of TT, Zhou Qiao has not only had a wide range of contacts in the fashion circle in the past two years, but also fought with the media.

The most senior paparazzi in the entertainment industry, Chestnut, is still friends with her.

She immediately gave Limu's contact information to Wen Lan and said hello to Limu in advance.

Wen Lan took his mobile phone and went outside the restaurant, found a secluded corner, and dialed Limu's phone.

After listening to Wen Lan's intentions, Kuroki said, "Since they are all Qiaoqiao's friends, then come at a fixed price, and I will definitely pull you down from the host position within three days."

"Mr. Li, how much do you want?" Wen Lan quickly thought about his bank card.

She wanted to be within her means.

"Five hundred thousand." Kuroki explained, "For tens of thousands of dollars, I can make Cheng Nijia stink. But when their scandal is exposed, Xie Yansheng will definitely not sit idly by, and will definitely spend money to clear Cheng Nijia's name."

"Okay." Wen Lan gritted his teeth and agreed, "I still have some photos of them in the same frame, and I'll pack them and send them to Mr. Li later."

In fact, all her bank cards together are not enough for 500,000, and now she only hopes that those bags and jewelry will be sold as soon as possible.

"Mrs. Xie, since you choose to tear it up, then tear it thoroughly, I'm afraid that just having photos is not enough to be exciting." Kuri paused, "It's better to have an intimate video of the two, or a recording of Cheng Nijia admitting that it's San'er."

"Understood. Wait for my good news." Wen Lan hung up the phone.

Turning back to the table, the waiter had already brought the set meal they had ordered.

Zhou Qiao stared at her and sighed: "That kid from Limu has the ability to do things, and he is righteous enough, but he is a little obsessed with money. If you're short of money, just say it, I've got it on my card."

"Not at the moment." She shook her head, "Help me contact your friend who is abroad again and see when he will come back, I want to get those things out as soon as possible."

"Are you going to cash everything out, then have a fight with Xie Scum, and then leave Jiangcheng?" Zhou Qiao became nervous inexplicably.

"You've watched too many bloody TV series!" Wen Lan said stupidly, "I just can't get used to it, he stays in Jiangcheng for one more day, and he has to meet Cheng Nijia in private."

"As soon as Xie scumbag threw money to send the surname Cheng to the TV station, a scandal broke out, will he be difficult for you at that time?" Zhou Qiao asked.

In order not to worry Zhou Qiao, Wen Lan deliberately touched his lower abdomen, "Don't worry, I have a talisman now."

"Look, Lan Lan!" Zhou Qiao suddenly kicked Wen Lan's shoes with his foot, "Xie scumbag and little have gone downstairs."

Wen Lan hurriedly looked towards the staircase, and Xie Yansheng and Cheng Nijia were laughing and walking down the stairs.

Cheng Nijia didn't forget to put on a mask when she arrived at the staircase.

Hehe, I've really become a celebrity and I'm starting to pay attention to privacy!

The two didn't know what they were talking about, they were both smiling, and they didn't notice Wen Lan at all.

Wen Lan swiped his mobile phone, adjusted the angle and quietly slapped at the two.

Zhou Qiao couldn't stand it anymore, deliberately pulled the chair back, and coughed.

Xie Yansheng and Cheng Nijia looked at them at this time.

"Mr. Xie, Mrs. Xie called you more than a dozen times and you didn't answer, it turned out that she was hiding on the second floor for a date with a beautiful woman!" Zhou Qiao got up with a smile, his voice much higher than usual.

"Yo, isn't this person next to Mr. Xie Miss Cheng Ni Jiacheng, the new host of the TV station?"

The first floor is a communal dining area, and Zhou Qiao quickly attracts the attention of most diners.

Cheng Nijia reacted quickly, didn't dare to say a word to Xie Yansheng, and left the restaurant quickly.

Xie Yansheng was thick-skinned enough, and sat opposite Wen Lan under the eyes of everyone.

Zhou Qiao didn't want to sit with him, so he picked up his dinner plate and sat with Wen Lan.

"Didn't Miss Zhou say that my wife made more than a dozen calls to me, why didn't I receive any of them on my phone, huh?" Xie Yansheng deliberately flipped up his phone, and the corners of his lips curled into a touch of playfulness.

"I'm not Miss Zhou now, I'm Mrs. Zhao." Zhou Qiao glared at him with disgust.

Wen Lan stared at him with a sneer, "

After one more day in Jiangcheng, Mr. Xie can't bear the loneliness and has a private meeting with Miss Cheng."

"Let's talk about this when we go home, don't let outsiders see it as a joke." Xie Yansheng's eyes were deep, and Wen Lan's eyes were very playful, "I'll go back to Dongsheng first, and you can eat slowly."

Wen Lan didn't respond, picked up the knife and fork and ate slowly.

"It's all green under your nose, and you can still eat it, you really don't have any temperament!" After Zhou Qiao finished Wen Lan, he said hatefully at the back of Xie Yansheng, "If Limu can't get the little cheap surnamed Cheng this time, I will be friends with him!"

"If you are in my position, you will not live for two years at all, and at most half a year will be angry with Xie Yansheng." Wen Lan joked with her.

Zhou Qiao snorted angrily, turned on his phone, and his face immediately turned cloudy, "Lao Jiang finally replied to the message, he is now at the airport, and he will arrive in Jiangcheng tomorrow morning."

"Who is Lao Jiang?" Wen Lan asked curiously.

"It's the friend I mentioned to you, who specializes in buying second-hand luxury goods, Jiang Jingci!" Zhou Qiao said, his eyes flashed with longing, "If I don't accept anyone in the venture capital circle, I will obey Lao Jiang."

"How about Lao Jiang, he won't be too stingy, right?" Wen Lan was worried that his things would not sell at the price they should have.

"Lao Jiang people are very shrewd, there are two pawn shops in Shangjing, and they are one of the few word-of-mouth merchants. Lanlan, don't worry, with me, I will never let you suffer in money." Zhou Qiao comforted her.

Wen Lan returned to Dongsheng Yipin, unscrewed the door, and saw Xie Yansheng wrapped in a nightgown coming out of the bathroom.

"I'm back." Xie Yansheng reached out to pull her, but she avoided her.

She took off her coat and went straight to the bedroom, ignoring his thoughts.

"Don't get me wrong. I met with Xiao Ni because the TV station was going to make me a guest interview for the next episode." Xie Yansheng hugged him and leaned against the door.

She laughed coldly, "So, in order to cooperate with Miss Cheng's work, I have to stay in Jiangcheng for a few more days!"

"Tomorrow afternoon will record the show, and we'll leave the morning after tomorrow." Xie Yansheng not only did not lose any reason, but also said it confidently.

She sat down in front of the makeup mirror, took out the makeup remover and tissues, and began to remove her makeup.

"Meeting Xiaoni tonight is really just about work, don't think about it." Xie Yansheng had already stood behind her and hugged her, "For the sake of the child, don't think about it anymore."

She still had a stiff face.

In fact, her jewelry and bags have not been cashed out yet, and she has not obtained Cheng Nijia's key recordings for the time being, so it is a good thing to stay in Jiangcheng at this time.

However, the play still has to go on.

"Mr. Xie poured out his heart and lungs for Miss Cheng, and I, Mrs. Xie, really sighed to myself." She said as she broke the hand of the thank you sheng. Look at the book

Xie Yansheng's gaze fell on her flat lower abdomen: "I promise Mrs. Xie that when Xiaoni has a firm foothold in the TV station, I will never interact with her again."

Wen Lan snorted mockingly.