Jiang Jingci's voice was already warm, and at this time, it had a sultry tone because of lust.

For Wen Lan, who was preoccupied, he only heard that there was no room for turnaround, and there was nothing else.

"There's a special dressing room outside, please come with me." Wen Lan lowered his eyes and greeted him reluctantly.

"Bring me the ruler and measure it right here." Jiang Jingci sat on the sofa, his slender fingers tapping unhurriedly on the coffee table.

Wen Lan was slightly stunned.

Jiang Jingci obviously didn't say anything too much, but she was uncomfortable.

"Is there a problem?" Jiang Jingci asked softly.

"No problem, you wait." Wen Lan knew that he couldn't escape, so he simply smiled calmly, "I'll go get a measuring scale."

Jiang Jingci's gaze was fixed on her slender back, and he didn't retract it until she left.

Soon, Wen Lan took the clothes ruler and turned back.

When Jiang Jingci saw that there was still a Xiao Li behind him, his face immediately sank.

Wen Lan saw the displeasure on his face, and hurriedly explained, "I'll measure your size for you, and Xiao Li is responsible for making records."

"I'm sorry, I just got a phone call, a friend needs me to pick up the airport, and now I can't count it." Jiang Jingci deliberately looked at his phone, "I can only make an appointment another day."

Before Wen Lan could figure out how to reply, Jiang Jingci had already pushed the door and left.

"Mr. Jiang's face is very ugly, is it because I shouldn't be here?" Xiao Li had already seen that Jiang Jingci was interested in Wen Lan, and asked carefully.

"It's not." Although Wen Lan has a hard mouth, he has begun to regret it.

If he knew that he couldn't escape the fifteenth year of junior high school, he should have fulfilled Jiang Jingci just now and finished measuring his size alone.

If it doesn't happen this time, Jiang Jingci will definitely not give up, and will designate her to measure it next time!

Wen Lan quickly adjusted his mentality and devoted himself to busy work.

She was going to go to "Youchuang Education" to find Wen Zuming after work, and wanted to finish the afternoon's work in advance.

Before getting off work, Jiang Jingci's call rang.

She had a premonition that nothing good would happen, so she didn't answer at first, but Jiang Jingci was very persistent and kept fighting.

She had to click the answer button and shouted "Lao Jiang" with a sense of proportion.

"I'm going on a business trip early tomorrow morning, so I have time now, so you can come home and measure the size of your clothes." Jiang Jingci said unhurriedly.

Jiang Jingci is now a high-quality customer of TT Men's Haute Couture Studio, and her first shot was four suits and four shirts, and she couldn't find a reason to refuse!

She bit her lip and answered without thinking.

There is this experience both horizontally and vertically, and it will end early and stop early!

Wen Lan drove to "Youchuang Education" first, and met Wen Zuming who was having dinner very smoothly.

"Auntie!" When Wen Zuming saw Wen Lan, he threw himself into her arms and complained bitterly, "All my electronic products have been confiscated by my mother, and my mother has been watching me very closely recently! Put me in cram school every day after school!"

"Last time you said on the phone, that relative of our family was in the 'Summer Palace' in Hong Kong City, but my aunt went and didn't find it?" Wen Lan didn't have time to greet him and went straight to the point.

Wen Zuming's mouth tightened, and his big round eyes kept blinking, "What I heard my father say on the phone was 'Summer Palace Sanatorium!'"

"Think about it, what the hell did your dad say?" Wen Lan took his hand and came to a secluded corner.

"At that time, my father was not at home, I called my grandmother, my grandmother's ears were ringing, and every time I answered the phone, I had to turn on the speakerphone, and I heard my father say-" Wen Zuming suddenly lowered his voice, "The *** in the Summer Palace has not been alive for a few days, if it weren't for the fact that I wanted to use her to hang her daughter, it would have been better to let her die-"

Wen Lan felt a dull pain in his heart, and asked urgently, "What did they say again?"

"Grandma said that it's been eight years, and it's been a lot of money, so it's better to die early and be born sooner!" Wen Zuming struggled to recall the phone call, "Dad said that if she really died, he would leave her in Hong Kong City - and then Grandma saw that I was listening, so she turned off the speakerphone

I don't know what they said."

"Good Zuming, think about it again, is it the 'Summer Palace?' Wen Lan is now finally sure that Ji Minxin is in Hong Kong City.

Wen Zuming touched his head and muttered in deep thought, "Yihe-or Qihe, Jihe-aunt, I really didn't hear it too clearly."

"Okay, let's inquire about it again, and when there is new news, you can borrow the teacher's mobile phone to call my aunt." Wen Lan barely bothered to encourage him.

Wen Zuming asked embarrassedly, "When will the set of toys that my aunt said she was going to give me be cashed?"

"When you bring new news, my aunt will buy it for you." Wen Lan said.

Wen Zuming nodded.

Wen Lan was absent-minded on the way to "Qiushuitai", and only realized that he had stepped on the brakes after running a red light.

Twenty minutes later, he knocked on the door of the Jiang Mansion.

Jiang Jingci was attentive to her arrival.

A pot of hot fruit tea was boiled, and a few imported fruits and delicate pastries were placed on the coffee table in the living room.

On the dining table in the dining room is a very eye-catching six dishes and one soup, which looks like ordinary home-cooked dishes at first glance, but each dish is indescribably exquisite.

Wen Lan recognized it as Nine's meal.

Jiang Jingci was wearing a black casual cardigan with a white T inside, which looked younger than wearing a suit.

After Wen Lan walked into the living room, he immediately opened the work bag he was carrying.

"It's been a busy day, eat the food first and then measure the size." Jiang Jingci poured a cup of fruit tea for her and handed it over.

She was full of Ji Min's heart, and coupled with the reaction in the first trimester, she had no appetite for food at all.

"Lao Jiang, I still have to meet a customer after measuring the size, so I won't eat." She took the teacup and put it on the small table beside her.

Jiang Jingci's eyebrows and eyes were full of loneliness, and he still tried tactfully: "I can't delay much time to eat a meal, and I don't give any face?"

"The size measured in formal wear is more accurate, and I can't handle casual clothes, so you better go and change into formal clothes." Wen Lan avoided his words and cut straight to the point.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Jing's voice was gloomy.

Wen Lan sat on a chair, opened the search engine on his mobile phone, typed in "Hong Kong City Yihe", "Hong Kong City Qihe" and "Hong Kong City Jihe", and searched for it.

Except for the two old news items of "Yihe", which she has long been familiar with, there is no news related to "Qihe" and "Jihe" nursing homes.

She became more and more sure, it must be Wen Zuming who listened to the homonym!

Jiang Jingci's footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

She hurriedly got up, but unexpectedly, it was dark in front of her eyes and she fell into her chair.

At this time, her brain was blank, her body was weak, and she only felt comfortable lying down.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingci, who had changed into formal clothes, had already walked over quickly, and eagerly touched her pale forehead, "The body temperature is fine."

"Low blood sugar, just eat some sweets." She adjusted her sitting position and said weakly.

Jiang Jingci's eyes were like a deep pool, and he couldn't hide his distress and pity anymore, and suddenly reached out to pick her up.