Before Wen Lan could say hello, Zhou Qiao had already greeted her with a smile and gave her a big hug.

She originally wanted to talk to Zhou Qiao, but Jiang Jingci was beside her, and after greeting Zhou Qiao, she greeted perfunctorily, "Mr. Jiang is also here."

"I haven't seen Zhou Qiao for a while, and I happened to pass by here, so I'll take a look." Jiang Jingci gave a reason that it was so fake that it couldn't be faked anymore.

"Lanlan, our menswear turnover has reached a new high this month." Zhou Qiao said and turned on the landline, and said with a smile, "If it goes well, you will be able to pay dividends at the end of the year."

Wen Lan walked to Zhou Qiao's side and leaned over to stare at the computer screen.

From the performance of the men's haute couture studio to the fashion show at the beginning of next month, Jiang Jingci only listened quietly and did not interject.

"We patronized and talked, and we forgot about Lao Jiang." When Zhou Qiao's attention turned to Jiang Jingci, Jiang Jingci had already gotten up and was about to leave.

"You talk slowly, I still have a step ahead." Jiang Jingci smiled at the corner of his lips, and his gaze swept over Wen Lan's face.

Zhou Qiao sent him to the staircase and turned back, sighing and shaking his head: "This Lao Jiang, I came here obviously to see you, but it can be seen that I left without saying a word, it's really weird!"

Wen Lan didn't go down, and then talked about the TT show at the beginning of next month, "This time, you asked Sister Su to have more snacks, it's almost the end of the year, I'm going to rush the performance of Lincheng, and I'm not going to come back before the year."

"You can't come back for TT's year-end show!" Zhou Qiao immediately denied her idea, "You don't have to come to help with the preliminary preparations, but you must be there on the day of the big show!"

"Good, good!" Wen Lan had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Near noon, Wen Lan wanted to have a customized boxed lunch with her colleagues, but Zhou Qiao insisted on inviting her to lunch.

"You finally went back to Jiangcheng, and you can eat whatever you want. No matter how far away, I'll drive you."

"Then let's go to Linjiang Road to eat a small hot pot." Wen Lan blurted out.

Since Nuan Nuan died, in addition to work, she is like a walking corpse, and she no longer has too high requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The two walked out of TT side by side, and Wen Lan was relieved that Jiang Jingci had already left, avoiding unnecessary embarrassment.

After lunch, Zhou Qiao drove Wen Lan to the airport, and Wen Lan remembered that he and Xie Yansheng didn't take measures last night.

After saying goodbye to Zhou Qiao, she did not rush into the security channel, but found a pharmacy to buy after-the-fact medicine, and when she checked out, she saw Jiang Jingci standing next to the cash register.

She hurriedly lowered her eyes, wanting to pretend she didn't see it, but Jiang Jingci had already greeted her in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I came to see you off without your consent."

"You go and wait for me outside the pharmacy first, and I'll get out right away." Wen Lan didn't want him to see the box of after-the-fact medicine, so he ordered him to be evicted.

But Jiang Jingci was so careful, the afterglow of his eyes had already fallen on the medicine box in the cashier's hand, and his expression instantly condensed.

"Beauty, are you paying in cash or electronically?" The cashier asked politely as he put the aftermath medicine into a black bag with a smile on his face.

"WeChat." Wen Lan hurriedly lit up the payment code to the payment counter, and put the black bag into his bag.

This kind of after-the-fact medicine is usually taken within 24 hours, and she thinks about waiting until Lincheng to take it.

Jiang Jingci originally came with joy and hope, but now he is as disgusting as eating a dead fly.

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for sending me off, it's time for me to go to security." Wen Lan didn't want to have anything to do with Jiang Jingci anymore, so he pulled his suitcase and walked towards the security channel.

The title of "Mr. Jiang" made Jiang Jingci feel very uncomfortable, but he still chased after him, "There are still more than an hour left on your flight, let's talk for a while."

"What does Mr. Jiang want to talk about?" She quickened her pace, and had no intention of stopping.

"Let's talk about your ex-husband, Mr. Xie, right?" Jiang Jingci did not detour and went straight to the topic.

Wen Lan shook her head disapprehantly, "I'm sorry, I don't want to hear it."

"In the past few months that you have been away from Jiangcheng, Mr. Xie's game industry has become more and more prosperous." Jiang Jingci's tone was full of mockery

sarcastic, "You may not know yet, Mr. Xie will be a father in the next year, and it is said that An Zhen is still a boy."

An Zhen had already told Wen Lan about being pregnant with a male fetus on the phone, and Jiang Jingci's words did not stir up much turmoil in Wen Lan's heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Jingci said again, "Wen Lan, you and Xie Yansheng are impossible in this life."

"What does Mr. Jiang want to prove by gossiping like this?" Wen Lan was stunned and said, "Is it impossible for me and Xie Yansheng to be in this life, and it is possible for Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Jingci was speechless and froze in place.

Seeing Wen Lan's slender figure walk into the security channel, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Filled with smoke, his mood became more and more irritable, he took out his mobile phone to find Wen Lan's number, and tried several times but still didn't dial out.

It has been eight months since Wen Lan left Jiangcheng, and he has been waiting for eight months.

For eight months, he lived like a year.

In the middle of every night, his obsession with Wen Lan was like an unsolvable spell, tangled with him.

The year was going to pass again, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait in this hopeless life......

He knew that even if Wen Lan was a hundred times more ruthless, he would not turn back.

Wen Lan returned to Lincheng and started his busy work again.

Without the fetters of children, she puts all her energy into the maintenance of customers and the quality of ready-to-wear garments.

Since she arrived in Lincheng, she has never designed clothes, but fortunately, the tastes and preferences of several designers can fully cater to the high-end market, which makes her feel a lot more worried.

At the end of the month, the Internet was full of news that TT was going to hold a year-end show in Jiangcheng.

This time, Zhou Qiao not only invited two supermodels who have just become famous in the international modeling industry, but also invited a hot little flower in the entertainment industry to build momentum for the big show.

TT's past wonderful catwalk clips were once again put on the Internet by the navy hired by Zhou Qiao, and they were so crazy to brush up on the screen.

No matter which mobile phone video software you open, the first designation that pops up is TT's fashion show.

Even though Wen Lan was far away in Lincheng, he still felt that familiar tension.

Two days before the year-end show, Wen Lan returned to Jiangcheng again.

Zhou Qiao directly arranged her to go to the show as a "supervisor", and went to talk to several business tycoons about advertising cooperation.

Throughout the show, whether it was the director, lighting model, or logistics security guard, as long as there was something, they would chase her and shout "Designer Wen", and at the end of the day, Wen Lan was so tired that her back hurt.

At half past eight in the evening, Wen Lan had dinner with everyone.

I was chatting with Sister Su and a few people, and her mobile phone rang.

She thought that there was a problem in some department again, so she clicked on it without even looking at it, and Xie Yan's deep voice sounded slowly, "I'm back—"