Wen Lan knew that as long as she stayed for a while, An Zhen would have to say more words that pierced her heart.

"I'm sorry, but I still have something to do. Miss An's favorite style of clothes, let the shopping guide help you choose."

Wen Lan put down this sentence and walked into his studio without looking back.

The smile on An Zhen's face gradually froze, and he snorted disdainfully: "A little designer is so ignorant!"

Wen Lan turned on the computer and looked at it again, the unfinished work had already been done, and he just had to work overtime to rush out after country F.

Her case against Xie's mother has already been filed in court. The house is in hand, and the monthly payment will start at the beginning of next month, and when I come back from country F, the cabinets and wardrobes will be finished, and then I will buy some household appliances and furniture, and the "Shuyuan Mansion" will really look like a home.

She let out a long sigh of relief and began to sort through the mountains of manuscripts on the design desk.

This month in country F, she is ready to calm down and learn something.

At this time, Jiang Jingci was chatting with Zhou Qiao on the second floor.

Zhou Qiao brewed a pot of black coffee, and Jiang Jingci drank it.

"With so much coffee in your stomach, you don't even want to sleep at night." Zhou Qiao took Jiang Jingci's coffee cup, poured white water with another cup and handed it over.

Jiang Jingci sat lonely in the boss's chair in front of the window, "I can't sleep anyway with or without drinking."

"Lan Lan's flight at half past eight in the evening, this is a month, you can decide whether to send off the plane or not."

Zhou Qiao wanted to match the two a while ago, but seeing that Wen Lan didn't mean that to Jiang Jingci, his thoughts faded.

"I'm out." Jiang Jingci shook his head and his eyes fell on the window, "I don't think about anything now, let's take Jiang Guan to live a good life in the future."

"If you really didn't want to, you wouldn't be sitting here listening to me babble right now." Zhou Qiao hugged his arms and leaned his back on the desk.

"Actually, you didn't think about it from Lan Lan's point of view at all. She has just come out of an unbearable marriage, and she is unexpectedly pregnant, and she is extremely distrustful of men. Your thoughtfulness is a shackle and a shackle to her."

"Her last marriage ended with Xie Yansheng's unreliability. I wanted to be kind to her unreservedly and give her warmth, but her reaction was still the opposite of mine." Jiang Jingci pressed his temples with a faint pain.

"I've been reflecting on what I'm not doing well these days. In fact, in the end, I did too well, and since she didn't want it, then I quit."

"Quitting now, willingly?" Zhou Qiao asked stupidly.

"Time will always dilute everything." Jiang Jingci's narrow eyes showed stubbornness, "For the sake of Wen Lan, I have repeatedly given up my bottom line, and sometimes I wonder, am I still the same Jiang Jingci I was now?"

"You and Lan Lan are good friends of mine, and all I can say is respect for your respective choices." Zhou Qiao looked helpless.

Wen Lan downstairs finished tidying up his desk, turned off the computer, and sent a WeChat message to the front desk before leaving the studio, asking An Zhen if he was gone.

The front desk replied in seconds: Miss An chose a dress and left.

Wen Lan didn't see Zhou Qiao's car when he parked, thinking that Zhou Qiao didn't come, so he dialed her phone to say goodbye to her.

"I won't come to the company in the afternoon, and I will take a ride to the airport in the evening. When I land in country F, I will report my safety to you as soon as possible."

"Didn't you say okay, I'll take you to the airport in the evening." At this time, Zhou Qiaozheng and Jiang Jingci went downstairs, "I'm in the company, I still have something to explain to you, wait for me for half a minute."

Wen Lan put down his phone, pushed open the door of the studio, and raised his eyes to see Zhou Qiao and Jiang Jingci coming down from the staircase.

Jiang Jingci also saw her, but her eyes were calm, and there were no waves.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting Jiang Jingci, she hurriedly turned back indoors and waited for Zhou Qiao.

Then, the sound of Jiang Jingci and Zhou Qiao saying goodbye came from the door.

Zhou Qiao pushed the door in, "I have prepared more than a dozen fine silk scarves, I have already packed them, and I will bring them to you when I send you to the airport in the evening, and when I arrive in country F, I will send them according to the list I gave you."

"Okay." Wen Lan responded quickly.

Zhou Qiao stared at Wen Lan's flat lower abdomen and sighed, "I really can't bear to let you, an expectant mother, go abroad, but you have to go!"

"Isn't it just pregnant, what's the big deal!" Wen Lan smiled lightly, and his right hand fell on his lower abdomen, "Let him know that life is not easy since he was a child, even if he is a prenatal education."

"I heard that you have already ordered the cabinets and wardrobes, don't buy household appliances, and when you come back from country F, I will send you a full set of household appliances and furniture, so I should congratulate you on your housewarming." Zhou Qiao said.

"I've got my mind, and I've already ordered the appliances and furniture." Wen Lan didn't want Zhou Qiao to break the bill too much, so he was busy telling a lie.

Zhou Qiao frowned, "Then wait until you come back."

The two chatted for a while before Wen Lan left TT.

She spent the afternoon in her packing.

In line with the principle of less luggage, according to the current temperature in country F, she only brought a few clothes that she can wear now, plus some necessary daily necessities, and only filled a large suitcase.

When the time comes, if you really need it, you will buy it over there.

Because she had to check in her luggage in advance, Zhou Qiao came to pick her up before six o'clock.

The two chatted with the airport for a long time on the road, talking more about TT's future development plan.

Zhou Qiao is very ambitious, and already has the idea of continuing to expand the women's haute couture studio.

When the two were talking, laughing and chatting, Xie Yansheng's figure appeared in a corner behind them.

He was standing more than ten meters away from them, and his gaze was fixed on Wen Lan.

Wen Lan's every inadvertent action was all in his view.

He looked at Wen Lan so quietly, until Wen Lan and Zhou Qiao hugged goodbye and entered the security checkpoint, then turned around and went to the parking lot.

After finding his car, Xie Yansheng did not rush to get into the car, but smoked a cigarette.

"Yo, isn't this An Shizhang's dragon fast son-in-law?" Zhou Qiao, who also came to pick up the car, had already seen the sound of thanksgiving and said hello mockingly.

Xie Yansheng threw the unfinished cigarette in his hand to the ground, and turned his eyes to look at Zhou Qiao, "When will Lan Lan come back?"

"Half a year at least, a year at most. If you really have to wait for Lan Lan to get used to life over there, she will be ready to settle down." Zhou Qiao's eyes flashed with a cunning light, deliberately stabbing him.

Xie Yansheng's eyebrows furrowed, "She is pregnant with Shen Yi's child, she bought a house alone, and she is really ready to be a single mother and not let Shen Yi bear her due obligations?"

"Don't pull everything on Shen Yi!" Zhou Qiao instantly became angry, "Even if you have one-tenth of Lao Jiang's thoughtfulness and pity for Lan Lan, you and Lan Lan will not come to this point!"

"From beginning to end, her heart has always been on Shen Yi, and I am nothing!" Xie Yansheng self-deprecatingly took out a cigarette again and bit it.

"You made it all yourself!" Zhou Qiao's teeth chattered, "Lan Lan is obviously pregnant with your—"