Wen Lan had another sleepless night.

Lying on the bed, her hands kept rubbing against her lower abdomen.

It's light, it's soft.

Before she knew it, another day had passed, and she hadn't figured out where this little thing would ultimately belong.

When I asked Xie Yansheng to meet, I wanted to tell me about my pregnancy.

Before he could say a few words in the café, he was stirred up by An Zhen.

Coming out of the police station, she tentatively mentioned that Xie Yansheng wanted to have a child before, but Xie Yansheng said that it was just a past, a pipe dream!

Stay, or do it, brings her back to the point of choice again.

The next day, she came to TT early and was busy until noon, and Zhou Qiao didn't come to work until noon.

Zhou Qiao was still struggling with Li Daxian's words, and when he saw Wen Lan, he began to vomit bitterness, "I asked my mother last night, and my mother worshiped every word of the old guy like a god. I was afraid of scaring her, so I didn't dare to say that I was a widow."

"Feudal superstition, don't believe it." Wen Lan comforted her.

"That's what I said, but the old guy's words are still so disgusting that I haven't slept well all night!" Zhou Qiao yawned as he spoke.

Wen Lan's mind was all on the little things in her belly, and she asked Zhou Qiao in a low voice, "Do you think single mothers are easy to do?"

"As long as you have enough money, you can do it! Nowadays, many men are unreliable, if you meet someone who is not motivated to play games at home, restless and messing around outside, it is better to be a single mother and happy!" Zhou Qiao said leisurely, "But, the economic foundation determines everything, and single mothers stop cooking when they have no money in their hands!"

Wen Lan found someone to around outside, and sighed sadly.

"You're not going to want to make a child a single mother, are you?" Zhou Qiaohu asked suspiciously.

"Why! Today, I watched a small video and saw a single mother who has cultivated her daughter very well, and I was moved." Wen Lan hurriedly cleared himself.

"That's just a handful. A single mother has to work and take care of her children at the same time, so it's good that her children can grow up!" Zhou Qiao shook his head in disbelief, "If a man is unreliable, I will never give birth to a child for him, let alone be a single mother!"

After listening to Zhou Qiao's words, Wen Lan's heart became even more confused.

Hey, I haven't found where Ji Minxin is, and I got another child, and I have troubles one after another.

Xiao Li knocked on the door and came in, "Sister Qiao, Mr. Jiang came to order a suit and said that he wanted to refer to your opinion."

"I'll go down right away." Zhou Qiao made an "ok" gesture to Xiao Li, and Xiao Li went downstairs.

Zhou Qiao looked at Wen Lan with a smile: "Lao Jiang obviously came here to see you, you go down and chat with him for a few words, once and for all." "I don't see him." Wen Lan shook his head resolutely, "If you don't ask, you won't tell. If you really want to ask me, you will say that I didn't come to work."

"Okay, good, whatever you say!" Zhou Qiao shook his head helplessly, pushed the door and went to see Jiang Jingci.

Before Jiang Jingci left TT, Wen Lan didn't dare to go downstairs, so he could only swipe his phone boringly.

The new game of "Feast", the male protagonist is called "Banquet", and the female protagonist is called "Lan Lan", which has been tested in full swing. Look at the book

Several senior influencers in the domestic digital game industry have posted articles in support of this game, and predicted that the number of downloads will set a new record in the open beta of the game industry in three days.

Wen Lan sighed, although Xie Yansheng is an unreliable husband, he is still quite talented in this regard!

Even if he doesn't inherit any of Old Man Xie's estates, he is destined to stand at the top of the pyramid.

More than half an hour later, Zhou Qiao sent a WeChat message to Wen Lan, saying that Lao Jiang was gone.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally able to go back to her studio.

She held on to the stairs and slowly went downstairs, and as soon as her feet landed in the exhibition hall on the first floor, she met Jiang Jingci who turned back from the outside!

I don't want to meet, I don't want to meet, but if I really want to meet, I still have to say hello, after all, Jiang Jingci accompanied her back to Wen's house the night before.

At this time, she was wearing a loose gray cashmere dress, black lambskin flats, and her long hair was casually tucked back behind her head, revealing gentleness and peace.

"Mr. Jiang." After she took the initiative to shout, she immediately changed her words, "Lao Jiang.

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Jiang Jingci bowed slightly, and his gaze moved from her face to her right foot, but the rest of his eyes stayed on her lower abdomen, "Are your feet better?"

"It's much better, Dr. Jiang is really rejuvenating." After she finished speaking, she immediately turned around, "I still have something to do, so let's not talk about it yet."

"Wen Lan." Jiang Jingci stopped her, "I originally came to order a suit, and I just chatted with Zhou Qiao for a while, and Zhou Qiao left after receiving a phone call. You've always had a good eye, can you help me choose a few?"

Jiang Jingci has helped her more than once, and she is a partner of the men's haute couture studio, if she doesn't help at all, she can't talk about it in public or private.

"Please follow me." Wen Lan stubbornly walked to the menswear studio next door.

A female shopping guide hurriedly stepped up to meet her and handed Jiang Jingci a leather handbag with a good texture, "Mr. Jiang, your handbag has just fallen in the rest area."

"Thank you. I'm just coming back to get my handbag." Jiang Jingci took it.

Wen Lan thought that Zhou Qiao had sold her, but it turned out that it was really a coincidence that she met Jiang Jingci.

"Do you prefer regular models, or do you like to be slightly innovative in design?" Wen Lan stirred up the topic.

Jiang Jingci followed closely behind her, "I don't understand this, it seems that I will trouble you this time."

"No trouble." Wen Lan had already walked into the men's clothing studio, picked up two thick booklets at the door, and beckoned Jiang Jingci to take a seat in the public reception area.

Although it was noon, there were still two customers in the store who came to order clothes, plus a few shopping guides, which was a little noisy.

Jiang Jingci frowned, "There are so many people that I can't hear clearly, so let's find a separate room."

Wen Lan didn't want to be alone with him, but after being stunned for a moment, he still brought him into the independent reception room on the women's side.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Wen Lan did not close the door of the reception room.

"It's better for you to choose your own model, if there are any changes, just let me know, and I'll write it down and give it to the tailor." Wen Lan handed over the style booklet in his hand.

Jiang Jingci looked unhurriedly.

The two fell silent, and the air froze.

This kind of solitude made Wen Lan a little depressed, and he hurriedly reached out to open the window.

"Let's decide on these four." Jiang Jingci pointed to a few pictures of ready-to-wear and looked at Wen Lan, "I still want to order a few more shirts, are there any recommended materials, they must be comfortable and elastic."

"Yes." Wen Lan didn't lift his eyelids, and reached out to look at the last page of the booklet, "There are more than ten of them, you can choose the color you like."

Jiang Jingci didn't ink, and quickly circled the four colors.

Wen Lan quickly made a note on the tablet, "When I finish sorting out the order, you can take a closer look, if there is nothing that needs to be changed, someone will measure the size for you."

"To be honest, my clothes have been made to order by other companies over the years. Now that I'm on your side, I'm still a little worried." Jiang Jingci looked calm, "It's better for you to measure my size."

"I've always made women's clothing, and I'm not sure about men's clothing, so let a professional master of men's clothing measure it for you." Wen Lan didn't want to have physical contact with him, so she politely refused.

Jiang Jingci's narrow eyes crossed with playfulness, "I don't believe anyone, just believe you."