Wen Lan was stunned and looked at Zhou Qiao: "Who will get married tomorrow?"

"Your good ex-husband, thank you." Zhou Qiao glanced at her as he drove, "Are you okay?"

In the past, when he heard the news that Xie Yan was going to get married, Zhou Qiao would definitely applaud.

But since she knew that Wen Lan was pregnant, she subconsciously began to hope that Xie Yansheng could be more reliable.

Although Wen Lan didn't say who the father of the child in the womb was, with Zhou Qiao's understanding of Wen Lan, he had long been sure that it was Xie Yansheng.

"He married him, and it has nothing to do with me!" Wen Lan quickly gathered all the unhappiness and provoked another topic, "This month, we have a lot of menswear studio lists, right?"

"I was just about to tell you that the men's haute couture studio has only been established for more than a month, and the list has been lined up for three months." Zhou Qiao smiled from ear to ear.

"If we continue at this rate, will we be able to pay for ourselves by the end of the year?"

Wen Lan's eyes were full of longing.

Now she wants to give the child in her womb a rich growth environment, and she is thinking about money in her eyes.

"Almost." Zhou Qiao said with a smile, "In the future, we will pay more attention to autumn and winter clothing, and I have contacted several manufacturers of high-end wool and cashmere, as long as they can meet the standards of foreign first-line brands, they are ready to be officially launched."

"I really envy you for having a good brain to make money!" Wen Lan looked at Zhou Qiao sincerely, "In this month in country F, I was full of inspiration and drew a lot of design drawings, and I sorted them out in the past two days to make the ready-to-wear as soon as possible."

The two chatted unhurriedly about work and arrived at Bluewater Bay.

Wen Lan had an extra box than when she went, and Zhou Qiao was afraid that she would be tired, so she took the initiative to pull up the heaviest one and send her upstairs.

After opening the door, Wen Lan took out a delicate box from the suitcase and handed it to Zhou Qiao, "The brand of water and milk set you use, this is bought from the place of origin."

"You're still the most caring!" Zhou Qiao took it with a smile and said goodbye to her.

Wen Lan packed his luggage and took a hot shower, but he couldn't sleep.

As long as you close your eyes, the sound of thank you will come uninvited.

Zhou Qiao's sentence appeared in her ears repeatedly: "Tomorrow, Xie Slag is going to hold a wedding with An Zhen—"

In the second half of the night, she had a dream.

In the dream, there was a grand and grand wedding.

Xie Yansheng was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, holding An Zhen, who was wearing a wedding dress, standing in the most eye-catching place with a smile and a smile, accepting everyone's blessings.

She stood in the cold wind with a newborn child in her arms, and the child kept crying, and she cried too......

When she opened her eyes, she found that the corners of her eyes were moist and there were tear stains on her face.

Obviously it was just a dream, she didn't even remember the gender of the child, but the pain was unforgettable.

turned on the phone, and the screen was full of the sound of Xie Yan and the news of An Zhen's wedding.

Some small videos even put the wedding photos of the two on it.

The man's facial features are clear and noble, and the woman's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, gentle and elegant.

The happiness of the right door overflows across the screen.

Wen Lan's heart hurt inexplicably.

From marriage to divorce, he and Xie Yansheng have never taken wedding photos.

She said to herself over and over again, "It's a good thing that Xie Yansheng married An Zhen, and I will never pester you again!"

But the more she said that, the more uncomfortable she became!

Putting down the phone, she forced herself to calm down and began to think about why Xie Yansheng was so desperate and sad when she got engaged and married?

She signed the divorce first, and after the divorce, she did feel the happiness of the trapped bird out of the cage.

But when she learned that Xie Yan was about to become another woman's husband, why couldn't she be happy?

You can't fall in love with the sound of thanksgiving, right?

This thought flashed through her mind, and she immediately denied it.

When her brain is in water, she will fall in love with the dog man who is Xie Yansheng!

It must be the child in the womb, which makes her subconsciously still think about the sound of thanks!

Thinking of this, she

Finally let out a long sigh of relief.

In the morning, Wen Lan drove to TT.

When she came back this time, she brought a small gift for each employee of the company, affordable perfume and lipstick from country F.

Before the gifts were distributed, the hall on the first floor was boiling instantly, and everyone thanked Wen Lan one after another.

Wen Lan put the remaining small gifts at the front desk, held this month's design manuscript, and went back to the studio to get busy. Look at the book

She had already tried hard to focus on her work, but she still involuntarily picked up her phone, because there was an update on the wedding on her phone.

There was a knock on the door, and the front desk smiled and sent in a bouquet of red roses, "Designer Wen, the person who sent you flowers is back in the world." Thirty-three flowers as before!"

Wen Lan hurriedly thanked him, took it and took out the flower card inside and looked at it, and it was still the word "okay" typed by the machine.

Since the person who delivered the flowers didn't want her to know who it was, she didn't think about it.

Placing the flowers on the workbench, the refreshing fragrance of the flowers soothed her uneasiness.

She sat in front of the computer for a while, picked up her mobile phone again, and swiped the grand occasion of the Xie family's luxury convoy going to settle down to welcome her relatives.

The mighty and mighty, stretching from the Xie family's old house to the two main roads outside, magnificent, luxurious and revealing the importance of An Zhen.

When Wen Lan and Xie Yansheng got married, there was only one wedding that was so simple that it couldn't be simpler, a few tables of banquets, and the Xie family and the Wen family only came to a few of their own families, so that not many people knew Xie Yansheng's married status in the past two years.

Her heart was pantothenic, and her hand fell lightly on her lower abdomen.

Zhou Qiao knocked on the door and came in, took out a box of cherries from the paper bag she brought, and put it on her computer desk, "The same city express has just arrived, it has been washed, it is very sweet."

Wen Lan picked one up and chewed it, but he didn't taste any sweetness.

"Why didn't you come home so late last night to catch up on sleep in the morning?" Zhou Qiao sat across from her and asked with concern.

She said softly, "Maybe the jet lag hasn't been reversed, and I can't sleep at all."

"An Zhen is now a gold customer of TT's women's clothing, and I sent her a wedding gift in the name of TT yesterday, and I also received an invitation to the wedding reception, and I am not going to go." Zhou Qiao's tone was quiet, "If you feel bored staying in the company, I can drive you to the southern mountains for a ride."

"There's a lot of work to be done yet, and I'm not a child, what's boring!" Wen Lan smiled perfunctorily and declined.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, your bad mood now will affect the baby." Zhou Qiao was talking, and suddenly remembered something, but he swallowed the words when he came to his mouth.

The knock on the door sounded again, it was Xiao Li who came to find Zhou Qiao, "Sister Qiao, Mr. Jiang is here, in the reception room-"

Before Xiao Li finished speaking, Jiang Jingci stood at the door with a smile.

Wen Lan's gaze met him so unexpectedly.

I haven't seen him for a month, Wen Lan's complexion has improved a lot, but Jiang Jingci has lost a lot of weight.

Wen Lan was still wondering if to say hello, but Jiang Jingci had already taken the initiative to speak: "You're back?"

"I'm back." Wen Lan replied lightly, turned around and returned to his workstation, pretending to be very busy.

Jiang Jingci's gaze shifted from Wen Lan to Zhou Qiao, "It's hard to resist the kindness of the An family, and they keep calling me to attend the wedding banquet. I know you have an invitation, why don't you go with us?"

Unexpectedly, he was rejected by Zhou Qiao.