Xie Yansheng's words were not only mixed with the smell of vinegar, but also with a strong hostility.

Wen Lan's wretched qi from Mother Xie couldn't be suppressed any longer, and it exploded instantly!

"Mr. Xie is not wrong, this time it was Jiang Jingci who helped me! I'm just about to buy something and go to Qiushuitai to say thank you!"

She knew what words could make her most angry, so she deliberately scolded.

The voice of Xie Yan on the other end was about to explode when he heard this, "I'll apologize to you now for my mother, don't go to Qiushuitai, and don't even see Jiang Jingci!"

"Apologize?" She suddenly laughed, "Your mother is at the elevator entrance of the hospital, humiliating me with the most vicious words in front of a group of people, scolding me for meddling in your marriage, can you erase the damage done to me with a simple apology?"

"I'm sorry, Wen Lan." Xie Yansheng's emotions gradually calmed down, and he said guiltily, "Blame me for not handling my troubles."

"Since you haven't dealt with your troubles yet, go ahead and deal with them! Don't bother me again!" She ended the call directly.

Xie Yansheng's phone call came two more times, but she didn't answer.

This time she was humiliated too hard by Mother Xie, and she vowed to teach Xie Yansheng a lesson!

Driving to TT, as soon as she entered the door, everyone gathered around and asked Zhou Qiao about her current situation.

"Mr. Zhou's right leg is broken and needs to be recuperated." She didn't elaborate too much on Zhou Qiao's injury, "I will stay in Jiangcheng in the near future and be in charge of all the affairs of the studio."

Everyone heard the news of Zhao Huan's death in a car accident yesterday, and Wen Lan didn't say anything and didn't ask again, and verbally agreed to wait for Zhou Qiao to come out of the ICU and then visit the hospital.

If Wen Lan hadn't been training in Lincheng for a few months, he would have been in a hurry to take over Jiangcheng's side now.

Now she is familiar with TT's operation.

However, Jiangcheng has one more men's haute couture and traditional wedding dress haute couture studio than Lincheng, and the workload significantly exceeds that of Lincheng.

Before getting off work in the evening, the front desk knocked on the door and came in, with a panicked face: "Mr. Jiang has always been in charge of Sister Qiao, last time Sister Qiao made a mistake about the colors of Mr. Jiang's two shirts, and now that Mr. Jiang is here, we dare not tell Mr. Jiang the truth, can Designer Wen go and talk to Mr. Jiang?"

"Which Mr. Jiang?" Wen Lan only regarded it as a customer he didn't know, and asked casually.

"It's Mr. Jiang Jingcijiang." The front desk smiled embarrassedly, "Mr. Jiang has been ordering clothes in the studio for the past two years, and today is the day he ordered the delivery of the two shirts last month, but Sister Qiao remembered the wrong color at that time——"

"Alright, I'll go right over." Wen Lan hurriedly got up and went downstairs.

As soon as I walked to the first floor, I saw Jiang Jingci sitting in the public waiting area.

At this time, Jiang Jingci had already changed out of the black suit he wore in the hospital and wore casual clothes with a good texture.

Even though the facial features are not as stunning as Xie Yansheng, the temperament is elegant and calm, which still firmly attracts the attention of several female clerks.

At a glance, Wen Lan could see that Jiang Jingci was wearing the clothes of TT Men's Haute Couture Studio.

After Jiang Jingci saw her, he smiled before speaking: "Let me state first, I am here to pick up the shirt I ordered last time, not to brush my presence in front of you."

"Something went wrong with those two shirts, can Mr. Jiang wait for another three days?" She is now completely the attitude of the merchant to the customer, respectful and polite.

Jiang Jingci crossed Erlang's legs, and his deep gaze fell on her, "My requirements for clothing are not too harsh, as long as it is harmless, it doesn't matter."

"I'm not going to hide it from you, we got the color of the two shirts wrong." Wen Lan had a simple showdown and looked at the shopping guide on the side, "Xiao Li, help me bring Mr. Jiang's two shirts."

Xiao Li responded quickly and ran to the men's clothing studio.

Wen Lan took the initiative to pour a glass of white water for Jiang Jingci and handed it over.

"I never dreamed that I would enjoy this kind of treatment in my life, I am really flattered." Jiang Jingci hurriedly got up and stretched out his hands to pick it up.

Wen Lan was afraid of touching his fingers, so he let go of the water cup in advance, but unexpectedly, the water cup slid to the floor with Jiang Jingci's palm!

The water in the cup was all splashed into Jiang Jingci's brand-new one

Black handmade leather shoes.

"I'm sorry!" She regretfully grabbed a stack of tissues from the table and handed it to Jiang Jingci, "I didn't mean to!"

"Even if you did it on purpose, what can I do with you?" Jiang Jingci's voice was a little playful, and he deliberately approached her when he took the tissue.

She never dreamed that Jiang Jingci would tease herself in such an unobtrusive tone, and hurriedly retreated and staggered some distance.

At this time, Xiao Li came with two gray boxes containing shirts.

Wen Lan took it and opened it, took out the neatly folded shirt, and looked at Jiang Jingci, who had already finished polishing his shoes, "I'm really sorry, the light blue stripes have become dark blue, and the gray has become coffee color. I immediately asked the handicraft master to work overtime to ensure that Mr. Kong would be able to wear his new shirt in three days."

"These two colors are not bad either." Jiang Jingci glanced at the two shirts lightly, "Since the ready-to-wear has come out, I won't toss, you better be careful in the future."

"Thank you for your understanding." Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "Please rest assured Mr. Jiang, we will never make such a low-level mistake again in the future."

"Have you made fewer low-level mistakes?" Jiang Jing had something to say in his words, and his eyes were a little sharper.

She pursed her lips, but did not respond.

If she hadn't been in charge of Jiang Cheng's TT studio, she would definitely have relentlessly scolded Jiang Jing.

But now, Jiang Jingci is the studio's top high-quality customer, and she only has the share of servile women.

"It's time for you to get off work, can you have a meal together?" Jiang Jingci looked at his watch and asked casually.

"Qiao Qiao is hospitalized, a bunch of work is waiting for me, I have to work overtime these days, let's make an appointment later." She picked up the edges and corners of the past and said it very tactfully.

"If you don't say it directly, you can't make a detour." Jiang Jingci put the two shirts back into the original box, "Since Miss Wen has to work overtime, I'd better go back to Qiushuitai to accompany my daughter."

Hearing him mention Langyang, Wen Lan's heart tensed inexplicably, "Are you okay?"

"Don't worry Miss Lawwin, my daughter is fine." Jiang Jingci's eyebrows and eyes were full of joy that he couldn't hide, "From this week onwards, Yang Yang has already started to take early education classes."

"It's really hard for a six-month-old baby to have to go to early education classes." Wen Lan muttered sincerely, "If it were my daughter, as long as she lived healthy and happy, I would be satisfied."

"I only have two children, Jiang Guan and Jiang Yang, and if I don't train them as successors, I'm afraid that I won't be able to retire until I am sixty years old." Jiang Jingci's eyes were quiet and deep, "I originally wanted to retire at the age of forty, but in the past two years, I have invested in a few fields that I have not set foot in, and I can't do it in three or five years."

Wen Lan then remembered the dispute between him and Xie Yansheng, and said earnestly, "Lao Jiang, stop it, don't do boring squeezing with Xie Yansheng anymore—"