Zhou Qiao's words made Wen Lan immediately fall into a panic.

She silently calculated her safety period, and a chill began to run down her spine.

This time, I was patronizing the New Year's show of looking for Ji Minxin and preparing for TT, and the relative who was supposed to come as promised has been delayed for half a month!

When she married Xie Yansheng, she quietly went to get a contraceptive injection, and the side effects were very big in the first half of the year, and her aunt, who had always been punctual, was also disordered.

Sometimes once every ten and a half days, sometimes once every forty or fifty days. As long as it is postponed, she is frightened and keeps using early pregnancy test strips to test, but every time there is no danger.

Thinking that the contraceptive injection she had taken last time was still within the validity period, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She hasn't been hit for two years, and she won't be so unlucky this time!

Zhou Qiao originally left the reporter's question session to Wen Lan, but when she saw that she was absent-minded, she took it alone.

Wen Lan was only responsible for introducing the newly established men's haute couture studio.

The press conference lasted more than an hour.

Before the end, Zhou Qiao distributed the red envelopes that had been prepared long ago to the media present, and told with a smile: "Everyone, the red envelopes are not big, the focus is on affection. Please have a few kind words for TT in the follow-up report!"

"Mr. Zhou rest assured!"

"Sister Qiao, please do it!"

Most of the media who came to the scene had senior cooperation with TT, and they all smiled and assured Zhou Qiao.

Everyone in the venue dispersed, and Wen Lan was still sitting in his seat.

"I've been watching you absent-mindedly these days, what's wrong?" Zhou Qiao sat beside Wen Lan again and stuffed an unopened bottle of pure water into her hand.

Wen Lan held his forehead with one hand, "It's nothing. I've been so busy these past few days, and I haven't recovered yet."

"Normal temperature." Zhou Qiao reached out and touched her forehead, "Mood and mood are not good - it is recommended that you buy an early pregnancy test strip to test."

"Thinking too much!" Wen Lan shook his head with a sneer, picked up his handbag and coat and prepared to leave.

Zhou Qiao suddenly remembered something, and laughed gossipingly: "'The feast is also holding a new product launch conference at the venue next door, this time the game launched, the heroine has the same name as you, called 'Lan Lan, the male protagonist has a single name' banquet word!"

Wen Lan gasped.

The sound of thanksgiving came to block her again!

"I heard that after the press conference, there will be random distribution of figures of game characters, so I'm going to try my luck next door now!"

Zhou Qiao patted her on the shoulder and persuaded distressedly, "Your face is very bad. I really can't just rest in the afternoon, don't go to the company."

"It's okay, I'll just go out and catch some fresh air." Seeing that Zhou Qiao was leaving, Wen Lan also got up and walked out of the venue.

TT's press conference has ended, and the new product launch of the "feast" next door is in full swing.

Zhou Qiao made a "bye-bye" gesture to Wen Lan and squeezed in through the back door.

Wen Lan was waiting for the elevator when two reporters with small cameras chased after her and slapped her violently.

She subconsciously covered her face with her handbag.

"'In a game just released by Feast, the male and female protagonists use the names of Mr. Xie and Designer Wen, does it mean that the two are going to reunite?"

A reporter asked Wen Lan like a cannonball.

Wen Lan knew that it was best to remain silent at this time, because no matter what he said, he might be pinched off and put on the Internet.

At this time, the elevator door opened, and Wen Lan raised his feet to enter, but another reporter took the first step to block the elevator entrance, cutting off Wen Lan's retreat.

"Designer Wen, let's talk a few words, we can't delay you too much."

"Let's just tell me whether you and Mr. Xie are really divorced or fake divorced?"

The two of them are like two dog skin plasters, sticking to Wen Lan tightly.

Wen Lan wanted to go down the stairs, but when he turned around, his steps were too fast, and his high heels slipped and hit his right foot!

She bent over in pain and pressed hard against her swollen instep, and a layer of cold sweat quickly spread on her forehead.

"Designer Wen, cooperate, we just want to know—" The two reporters ignored her stumbling and pointed the camera in their hands at Wen Lan again.

Wen Lan no longer had the strength to stand up, so he hurriedly went to touch his mobile phone in his handbag, ready to call Zhou Qiao.

Xie Yan's deep voice sounded behind her, "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer, she lowered her head and bit her lip to hold the phone in her palm.

"There is tea at the venue, if you want to know anything, you can go to the venue and ask me questions, instead of chasing a woman and chattering!" Xie Yan scolded sharply, without any temperature.

"I'm sorry Mr. Xie, we're just curious about the current relationship between you and Designer Wen, we don't mean anything else, so let's not bother for now!"

The two reporters came to Wen Lan, and wanted to talk from Wen Lan's mouth, so that they could scribble and put them on the Internet to win clicks and traffic.

Because in the past two years, as long as it is lace news related to Xie Yansheng, it will become a hot topic.

But when the two saw Xie Yansheng appear, they knew that they couldn't be confused, not only did they not dare to continue to ask any questions, but they also left the scene quickly.

Wen Lan found Zhou Qiao's phone, but before he could dial it, the phone was taken away by Xie Yansheng.

She was about to get angry, but Xie Yansheng's right hand had fallen on her swollen right foot, and she sighed, "Broken foot?"

"Give me back the phone, and I'll let Zhou Qiao come over." With such a few simple words, she frowned several times in pain.

"Am I not human?" Xie Yansheng rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, picked her up, and quickly clicked the elevator button with one free hand.

Wen Lan tugged at Xie Yansheng's shirt and made a final struggle, "Let me go!" I won't trouble you!"

"Your feet are so swollen that you can't even drive a car." The arm that fell on her waist suddenly tightened, and she let out a "snort" in pain, and she was honest.

The last time Xie Yansheng hugged her like this, it was when she was preparing for pregnancy in the Xie family's old mansion.

Xie Yansheng came back from the evening party, and she found a lipstick mark on her shirt, she picked up her face on the spot, and Xie Yansheng picked her up flatteringly, from the first floor to the second floor.

"Don't move, it's not a serious matter, but if you don't get it right, you won't even be able to walk for ten days and a half months." The sound of thanksgiving struck her.

After arriving at the basement, she cooperated to open the door of the car with the sound of thanks.

After settling her in, Xie Yansheng started the engine, and threw her a bottle of water and a clean towel, "The water is cold, wet the towel, apply it first."

"Thank you." She replied involuntarily and did so.

As soon as the car drove out of the basement, Xie Yansheng's mobile phone rang.

Because he has the habit of connecting his mobile phone to the car's Bluetooth, the mobile phone number of "Li Duan" popped up on the central control screen in the car.

"Mr. Xie, it's time for you to make a product promotion right away—"

"I'm busy, let Vice President Chen do it for me." Xie Yansheng interrupted Li Duan's words, "The dinner with Mr. Ma at noon will also help me push it off."

Li Duan resignedly agreed.

After the call, Wen Lan fidgeted, "You go and get busy, just put me down at the intersection in front."

"It's hard to walk now, and it's hypocritical!" Xie Yansheng's face suddenly sank, "I didn't answer more than a dozen calls from you yesterday, where did you go?"