Wen Lan's words were like a sharp knife, rolling back and forth in Jiang Jingci's internal organs.

Jiang Jingci stared at Wen Lan with red eyes, but the pride and reserve in his bones still kept him in a calm state.

Seeing that he showed no signs of leaving, Wen Lan said in order to make him completely dead: "All the faults are on me, I knew that I would not have a relationship between men and women for you, so I shouldn't have tried to have a relationship with you with my conscience. Jiang Jingci - Your proximity and touch make me sick. I can't imagine how devastating it will be to live together in the future!"

Jiang Jingci was already riddled with holes, and he was poked into a few holes.

He looked at Wen Lan's gaze, slowly turned from anger to calm, and said in a dumb voice, "I wrote down what you said today. From now on, I won't bother you again."

Jiang Jingci looked lonely and hurriedly left the room.

Wen Lan chased the card to the staircase, "Mr. Jiang, my ability is limited now, and I can only pay you back so much. At the end of the year, I will return the money I invested in the studio, and I will make up for you."

The three words "Mr. Jiang" made Jiang Jingci feel that the relationship between the two had been beaten back to the original point.

He stopped, looking directly at the woman opposite, his heart lingering with a lingering suffocation, "Murder and heart, but that's it, right?"

"I can't give you what I want in my life, and there's no point in owing you any more." Wen Lan's hand holding the bank card still fell into the air, "After all, I really don't want to be burdened with a heavy debt of human affection!"

"If you owe it, you will never pay it back, and then you will remember that a man named 'Jiang Jingci once poured out his heart and lungs for you.'" After Jiang Jingci finished speaking, he turned around and went downstairs.

His legs were already long, and his steps were fast, Wen Lan visually saw that he couldn't catch up with the rhythm, and collapsed and leaned on the staircase.

As soon as she turned back to the room, Zhou Qiao came up and saw the bank card on the table at a glance.

"I'll just say it, returning the bank card to Lao Jiang is equivalent to slapping him in the face."

"I owe him too much favor, I will never have an intersection with him in the future, what can I give him but money?" Wen Lan muttered.

"Lao Jiang is gone. He's already booked lunch across the street, thinking he'll invite you over so we can have a good chat." Zhou Qiao looked helpless, "It's okay if he can carry it, if he continues to drill the horns, the competition with Xie Yansheng in the business will only intensify in the future."

"What the hell are he and Xie Yansheng doing this month?" Wen Lan still couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart.

She thinks that Jiang Guan is just standing in the position of a thirteen-year-old child, and it is inevitable to look at the problem in an extreme way, and Zhou Qiao's statement is highly credible.

"Since you came to Lincheng, Lao Jiang has set up a game company, and he has been on the bar with Xie Yansheng." Zhou Qiao sat on the sofa, flipped through his mobile phone and said, "This side has just opened, big and small things are pressing on you, you are still with a baby, I was afraid of upsetting you, so I didn't tell you."

Wen Lan was tired of standing and sat opposite Zhou Qiao, "I rejected Jiang Jingci, but Xie Yansheng now has a wife, how could Jiang Jingci stupidly count this debt on Xie Yansheng's head?"

"Those who are a little familiar with you and Xie Yansheng can see that although they are divorced and he also has Mrs. Xie, he still has no feelings for you. Besides, Lao Jiang also knows that your baby is thanksgiving for the banquet. With Lao Jiang's conditions, you rejected him decently, and didn't make it clear that you would be chaste for the sake of Xie Yansheng!" The corners of Zhou's lips curled.

This sentence touched Wen Lan's heart.

Since that night in Meicheng, Xie Yansheng revealed his heart to her by pretending to be drunk, and learned the true relationship between Xie Yansheng and Cheng Nijia from Cheng Dafang, Wen Lan's feelings for Xie Yansheng suddenly changed!

Every sleepless night, she secretly fantasizes about one day being able to reunite with Xie Yansheng.

"Lao Jiang bought the Jinding Building in the center of the city, and hung a plaque on it that 'Yuansheng Digital Game Company', which really suppressed the feast of thanksgiving in terms of momentum." Zhou Qiao said slowly, "'The feast has just launched a paid online game,' Yuansheng immediately came out with a free low-profile version. As long as Xie Yansheng appears at a press conference in the game industry, Lao Jiang must also be there."

"Jiang Jingci has really changed

It's scary, it's scary, it's scheming." At this time, Wen Lan could already imagine the scene of the two of them arguing in public.

"Maybe the old Jiang we saw before was with a layer of false protection." Zhou Qiao's eyes were full of melancholy, "Lao Jiang, who has always been calm and self-controlled, does not take into account the world's vision, and squeezes the voice of Xie Yan so generously, which I never dreamed of."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

"You sit and rest, I'll open the door." Zhou Qiao hurriedly got up, unscrewed the door, and looked at Xie Yansheng.

"How are you?"

"Where's Lan Lan?"

Both spoke at the same time.

Wen Lan heard the sound of Xie Yansheng, her heart trembled inexplicably, one hand fell on her lower abdomen, and whispered to her daughter, "Nuan Nuan, it's Dad who is here—"

"I have something to say to Lan Lan, trouble Zhou always has a little eyesight, go down and avoid it." Xie Yansheng gave an eviction order to Zhou Qiao without any sense of disobedience.

As soon as Zhou Qiao wanted to start, he was stopped by Wen Lan's eyes, and he could only go downstairs.

The moment the door closed, Wen Lan and Xie Yansheng's eyes met.

At this time, it was noon, and the sunlight outside fell on Xie Yansheng through the window, making his clear face a little more gentle than it had ever been.

The last time we met was a month ago, the two of you looked at me, I looked at you, and I always felt that something had changed, but I couldn't say it.

He could clearly feel that Wen Lan's eyes looked at him without the disgust and sharpness of the past.

"I haven't seen each other in thirty-six days." He shook his throat and took the initiative to speak.

Wen Lan realized that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly straightened his face: "Sit down, if you want to drink water, pour it yourself."

Xie Yansheng didn't come empty-handed, and carried two boxes of good instant bird's nest.

"Isn't it aggrieved to live in such a small house?" Xie Yansheng quickly looked around the room, "There is a newly opened community nearby, it looks pretty good, I'll take you to see it later, and pick a good apartment to give you a set."

"I don't need you to take care of my business!" Wen Lan turned around and found the suitcase, opened the combination lock, took out the black card and handed it over, "Give it back to you."

"To die is to lose face and to live to suffer." Xie Yansheng sat directly on her bed, with a thin smile on the corner of his lips, "I heard that when you bought a house in Jiangcheng, you paid off the mortgage."

"So what!" She scolded, "You think it's a person like you, and An Yueyuan's house will be razed to the ground if it doesn't look good!"

Xie Yansheng's long legs were cocked, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on Wen Lan again.

Wen Lan was stared at by him.

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded again.

Wen Lan hurriedly opened the door—

Standing at the door turned out to be Jiang Jingci!