After not seeing her for a few days, Wen Lan found that even though Cheng Nijia wore heavy makeup, she couldn't hide the haggard on her face.

"One to the other." Wen Lan looked at Cheng Nijia, who was wrapped in rice dumplings, and said mockingly, "Because of you, the three high-level executives of the TV station have all entered. It's not fair that you can still go to the supermarket in a good way."

"Thanks to you, I don't even dare to go back to Xiyuan now! Some unqualified garbage also went to Cheng Cheng's school to squat, and Cheng Cheng didn't dare to go to school anymore!"

Cheng Nijia's hateful gaze fell on Wen Lan's lower abdomen and laughed, "God is fair. Bring me to ruin, and your children are gone."

"I hope you will work harder to get Xie Yansheng to sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible." Wen Lan smiled secretly.

This time, Xie Yansheng's tone was quite tight, and he didn't tell Cheng Nijia about her fake pregnancy.

"Don't talk cool in front of me, it's clear that you rely on the sound of the banquet and don't want to divorce." Cheng Nijia tore off her mask and hooked her lips, "Now that your child has fallen, even if Yansheng has long had the intention of divorce, he will be poked in the back if he signs a divorce now." So, the more this happens, the less I will force the feast."

"Miss Cheng has a deep affection for the thank you banquet. If I don't fulfill you, I won't be able to sit still." Wen Lan snorted disdainfully.

"I have no job now, and I have become a junior who everyone in Jiangcheng shouts and beats, I can't go back to my home, and my aunt's several houses have all been smashed by the people of Yansheng-" Cheng Nijia's eyes turned red as she spoke, "Wen Lan, I wrote down this account."

"I will never forget the harm that Miss Cheng has caused me. From now on, each according to his ability." Wen Lan walked around the process and walked along the sidewalk without hurrying.

Cheng Nijia looked at Wen Lan's distant back, and her beautiful eyes were full of hatred.

Wen Lan was depressed, and walked on the street for more than half an hour, and his feet hurt badly.

Leaning over to look, she realized that she was wearing high heels when she went out.

If she walked back, she stood on the side of the road and began to look for a taxi on the taxi app.

"Hello, Sister Lan!" Jiang Guan's voice came from a black sedan.

As long as Wen Lan heard Jiang Guan's unabashed nonsense, he would be inexplicably stunned. But for the sake of him being Jiang Jingci's son, he still smiled and waved at him.

The black sedan had stopped beside Wen Lan, and Jiang Guan poked his head out of the co-pilot and asked with a smile, "Are you waiting for the car, Sister Lan?" Where do you want to go, let Lao Jiang give you a ride."

Wen Lan saw Jiang Jingci in the driver's seat.

"Get in the car, I can drop you off." Jiang Jingci could see that there were traces of crying between her eyebrows and eyes, and her voice was rare and gentle when talking to her.

At this time, Wen Lan felt guilty about Jiang Jingci, "Mr. Jiang, you go and get busy, don't worry about me. I'm living around here, just walk back."

Without waiting for Jiang Jing to respond, Jiang Guan had already gotten out of the car and unscrewed the rear door, and made a gesture of invitation to Wen Lan.

"Sister Lan, Lao Jiang wants to take me to buy clothes, you are a designer, so do me a favor for reference?"

Wen Lan wanted to refuse politely, but when he raised his eyes and saw Jiang Jingci's slightly expectant gaze, he responded.

Bending down and sitting in the car, Jiang Jingci started the engine, and the car slowly drove into the main road.

As soon as Wen Lan sat down, Jiang Guan in front handed over a bottle of chewing gum, "Sister Lan, come one!"

"Thanks, I'm not in the habit of chewing gum." Wen Lan shook his head with a smile and hurriedly started a topic, "What style of clothes do you like?"

"Sportswear, of course." Jiang Guan crossed Erlang's legs and said leisurely, "I only wear those few brands of clothes, and the others can't get into my eyes. Sister Lan is a designer, and she must have a good eye, so I want Sister Lan to help choose a few models."

"No problem." Wen Lan forced himself to cheer up and squeezed out a smile.

In order to allow Jiang Jingci to collect the money smoothly and arrive at the ring, she thought about it, and she included all the money Jiang Guan bought clothes today.

"You kid really have a vision, and I've found a designer to help you choose a style." Jiang Jingci, who had been silent, also spoke slowly.

"I have a good eye, and you don't have a bad eye." Jiang Guan smiled and connotated Jiang Jingci, who was driving.

Jiang Jingci glared at Jiang Guan, and Jiang Guan was so frightened that he immediately fell silent.

Wen Lan, who didn't know what was going on, found that Jiang Guan's eyes completely copied Jiang Jingci, long, even if he smiled slightly, his eyes had to squint.

She shook her head stupidly: "You guys are too famous, I have been involved in the field of fashion design for less than two years, and I am still far from being a designer."

Jiang Guan was a chatterbox, twisted his body and chatted with Wen Lan.

The two talked about basketball from clothing brands, but in fact, most of them were Jiang Guan talking eloquently, and Wen Lan was listening.

The car drove into the Moriwa Shopping Center in the East Ward.

Jiang Jingci parked the car, Jiang Guan got out of the car first, and opened the car door for Wen Lan.

"You're welcome." Wen Lan patted Jiang Guan's immature shoulder in a friendly manner.

I have to say that it feels good to be taken seriously. When she entered the elevator, she kept a light smile on her lips.

This shopping center gathers almost all the first-line sports brands at home and abroad, and Jiangguan's favorite brands are on the fourth floor.

The moment the elevator door opened, Jiang Guan took the lead in rushing into a store, leaving the two far behind.

Wen Lan plucked up the courage to look at Jiang Jingci.

Jiang Jingci quickly looked at her: "Do you want to talk about that ring?"

She nodded guiltily, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. All I can do now is transfer the money to you right away."

"As I said, I like rings, not money." Jiang Jingci's deep voice was resolute, "I can wait."

"Wait another ten days, a month, even half a year, and you won't be able to find the ring! Because I've turned that place inside out dozens of times!" Wen Lan's clear eyes were full of despair, "Mr. Jiang, apart from money, there is really nothing I can do."

"Don't worry." Jiang Jingci comforted her in a soothing tone, "Don't be so nervous, if you really can't find it, forget it." But I think it's too early to give up."

"Okay, I'll go back early tomorrow morning." Wen Lan said perfunctorily.

Jiang Guan, despite his young age, has a very sensitive sense of smell for fashion, and with Wen Lan's nudge, he soon became full of achievements.

Two coats, two down jackets, three pairs of trousers, a sweater with a base layer, plus socks and underwear, I made more than a dozen shopping bags, large and small.

Before Jiang Jingci could react, Wen Lan rushed to the cashier to settle the account.

After Jiang Jingci found out, he didn't say a word, found Wen Lan's card number in his bank card transfer record, and transferred the clothes money.

It was obviously the sound of money coming in, but Wen Lan couldn't be happy.

Jiang Jingci looked at her deeply, "One yard to one yard."

"Sister Lan, thank you for accompanying me in choosing clothes. It's very good to have a hot pot in the food city on the top floor, I'm going to pay out of my own pocket to treat you to a meal with Lao Jiang, can you enjoy your face?" Jiang Guan smiled and put a free hand on Wen Lan's shoulder.

Before Wen Lan could squeak, Jiang Jingci had already answered for her: "Aren't you just going to have a meal, of course you have to appreciate your face."