In fact, Wen Lan had already made an obvious trade-off when he responded to Jiang Jingci and considered whether the two would be dating.

She has never been a person who drags mud and water emotionally, if you can't do it, if you can't do it, if you can't do it.

said that he was considering, but in fact, he already had the idea of trying to have a relationship with Jiang Jingci, but he couldn't convince himself for the time being.

At this time, Jiang Jingci was even more nervous than before eating, because at this time tomorrow, Wen Lan would personally announce whether he was completely out or would continue to stay.

The two followed the navigation to find the TT supplier's No. 1 showroom.

When Wen Lan got out of the car, Jiang Jingci adjusted the seat back to an arc that could sleep, and said with a smile: "You are busy with yours, I will continue to be my 'full-time driver'." When I'm working, I don't have to think about whether I'm bored or not."

"Okay, Jiang-" Wen Lan said and immediately stopped, swallowing the word "sir" hard.

Jiang Jingci put his hands behind his head, leaned his back on the saddle, and starlight flashed in his eyes that stared at Wen Lan.

Wen Lan looked at him for less than five seconds before lowering his eyes and striding into the entrance of the exhibition hall.

It wasn't until her slender back was completely invisible that Jiang Jingci's gaze retracted.

The hurried call from his mobile phone dispelled the charm in his heart.

Seeing that the remark on it was "thank you", he didn't answer it, and directly put his mobile phone on silent and threw it on the dashboard.

The phone screen kept flickering, but he finally picked it up and clicked the answer button without looking.

"Lao Jiang, congratulations, are you about to confirm your relationship with Lan Lan?" Zhou Qiao's brisk voice came into his ears.

He smiled before he could say anything, "It's early."

"Lan Lan allows you to accompany her, and she already regards you as the object of your relationship." Zhou Qiao comforted, "She was hurt and hit too hard in her last marriage, you should be more patient."

"Even before I started, I was already suffering from gains and losses." Jiang Jingci owed a debt, and his voice was melancholy, "If she kept rejecting me, I would be dead, but now she gives me hope, and this hope is very slim for me."

"I really can't imagine that Jiang Jingci, who is dominating in the venture capital circle, will be cowardly in front of a woman!" Zhou Qiao smiled and quipped, "As long as Lan Lan agrees to associate with you, he will definitely get along with you." Remember, don't use the little tricks of coaxing women on Lan Lan, just show your sincerity."

Jiang Jingci let out a long sigh, "Zhou Qiao, you tell me the truth, what is her relationship with Shen Yi now?"

"I feel that Shen Yi is still in love with Lan Lan, but Lan Lan only cares about Shen Yi as a close friend, and there is no love between men and women for a long time." Zhou Qiao replied, "Mother Shen used to be very good to Lan Lan, and after the accident in the Shen family, although Lan Lan did not divorce, she also helped Shen Yi before and after."

Jiang Jingci let out a meaningful "oh".

When Wen Lan came out of the exhibition hall, it was three hours later.

At this time, it was evening, the sun was setting all over the sky, and her waist-length long hair was blown by the evening breeze, reflecting Jiang Jingci's eyes, which was a colorful oil painting.

She knocked on the car window several times before Jiang Jingci came back to her senses and unlocked the car.

This time, Wen Lan hugged two thick fabric booklets, and Jiang Jingci hurriedly got up to take them.

After getting into the car, Wen Lan asked with a smile while fastening his seat belt, "Did you just fall asleep?"

"Asleep." A flash of joy flashed in Jiang Jingci's eyes, "I also had a dream."

She was afraid that Jiang Jingci would say something she didn't want to hear again, so she didn't ask again.

On the way back to the city, the two chatted unhurriedly.

Jiang Jingci didn't speak as casually as Xie Yan, and every time he provoked a topic, he wouldn't embarrass her.

As long as he saw that she was a little embarrassed, he hurriedly changed the conversation, and unconsciously, the chat between the two was much more casual than in the morning.

By the time they returned to the hotel, the two were already able to joke and tease each other like old friends.

Jiang Jingci tentatively asked if she wanted to eat together in the evening, she said that she was too tired and wanted to rest early.

Although Jiang Jingci was reluctant, he still politely said goodbye to Wen Lan and left the hotel.

Wen Lan returned to the room, took a hot shower and sat cross-legged on the bed, flipped through the fabric booklet, marked each fabric with a pen, and photographed it to Zhou Qiao in WeChat.

In fact, Zhou Qiao sent her to Beijing this time to keep her away from Jiangcheng for a while and avoid the slander of "Che Zhenmen", and the cloth was just a dispensable statement.

Wen Lan didn't want to waste the time to make tolerances, and even looked at the clothes needed for TT in summer and autumn.

Zhou Qiao's WeChat phone called, and she smiled and persuaded her: "Don't fight so hard, just enjoy life in Beijing!" Eat, drink, and walk around, and it's time to gather inspiration."

"I've already seen two suppliers, and I'll be ready to go back to Jiangcheng in two or three days." Wen Lan put down the cloth booklet in his hand and leaned against the head of the bed.

"It's better to stay in Beijing for a few more days, and you'll be troubled when you come back in the next two days!" Zhou Qiao sighed and persuaded.

She asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's not Xie Scumbag and the little surnamed Cheng!" Zhou Qiao's voice was full of disgust, "The two of them have been making a lot of trouble in the past two days, you must not come back, otherwise it will be bad if you are involved."

"What kind of fuss are they doing, tell me about it?" Wen Lan was instantly interested.

Zhou Qiao said slowly: "Cheng Nijia committed suicide by taking sleeping pills, and it took more than ten hours of rescue in the hospital to escape from the ghost gate. Now I'm looking for death and life, forcing Xie Yansheng to marry her into the door!"

Wen Lan's heart sank instantly, paused, and said, "What is Xie Yansheng's attitude?"

"I don't seem to be happy with the thanksgiving. At dinner at my dad's just now, my dad said that Old Man Xie and Mrs. Xie had made it clear that if Xie Yansheng dared to marry Cheng Nijia and enter the door, they would sever the father-son relationship with him."

Zhou Qiao continued to persuade slowly, "Finally, when Xie Zhazha and Cheng Nijia break up, you will obediently stay in Beijing and watch the show, and don't go back to Jiangcheng for a while."

"That's right." Wen Lan gasped, but he didn't have any joy of watching the play.

"I always thought that Xie Yansheng divorced me and would marry Cheng Nijia, but I found that after the divorce, he had less contact with Cheng Nijia."

"Men are cheap, when they were not divorced, they were worried about their surname Cheng, and when they were divorced, they were worried about you! Isn't there a saying-'A wife is better than a concubine, a concubine is better than a concubine, and a concubine is better than stealing, and stealing is better than stealing-" Zhou Qiao chuckled.

At this time, a call popped up from Wen Lan's mobile phone, which was Wen Jinyin's.

She said goodbye to Zhou Qiao, and her fingers trembled and clicked on the answer button.

"I just arrived in Shangjing, can I meet?" Wen Jinyin's gloomy voice sent chills down her spine.