Wen Lan was iron-hearted this time, and before Xie Yansheng solved the trouble, he didn't answer his phone and didn't see him.

Before the alarm clock rang in the morning, Xie Yansheng's call woke her up.

She put her phone on silent and went back to sleep.

Who knew that this sleep was overdone, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already half past nine in the morning!

There were more than a dozen missed calls on the phone, seven of which were from Xie Yansheng, and the rest were from studio colleagues.

As she washed, she answered all missed calls except for the thank you banquet.

After putting on makeup, she went out with her coat and handbag.

On the way to TT, Wen Lan called Zhou's mother to ask about Zhou Qiao's situation next year.

Zhou's mother was depressed and kept sobbing, so she had to comfort Zhou's mother again.

Zhou Qiao was hospitalized for three days, and there was a lot of backlog, and Wen Lan was busy until three o'clock in the afternoon before eating the first meal of the day.

At half past four in the afternoon, TT held an impromptu press conference at the convention and exhibition center, which was chaired by Wen Lan.

After Zhou Qiao and Zhao Huan had a car accident, rumors spread about the closure of TT Gaoding Studio.

So much so that in the past two days, some customers have come to TT every day to ask about member refunds.

These rumors can be seen by discerning people who know at a glance that their peers are slandering TT, so Wen Lan has to fight back.

After some weighing with several senior designers in the studio, everyone unanimously decided to hold a press conference immediately to clarify the current rumors in the society and media that are unfavorable to TT, and it can be regarded as an explanation to TT's new and old customers.

Wen Lan was afraid that the media would chase after the wind and make random arrangements, so he deliberately wore a warm-colored suit and painted bright makeup before attending the press conference.

Attending the press conference with her were Sister Su and a menswear designer, who also worked their dress and makeup, and the two also hoped that the media could see the momentum of TT's development through their mental state.

When Wen Lan and the three of them stood brightly under the reporters' "long guns and short guns", talking with smiles on their faces, Xie Yansheng and Jiang Jingci also watched the live broadcast of the press conference.

They don't care whether TT will close the store or be thriving in the future, what they care about is Wen Lan's current mood and mentality.

Although Wen Lan was smiling the whole time and spoke softly, both men felt the tiredness hidden under the smiles.

Xie Yansheng watched the live broadcast of the press conference and sent a message to Wen Lan: Aren't you tired of working so hard, the money on that black card is not enough for you to spend?

He could see it very clearly, four or five minutes after the message was sent, Wen Lan looked at his phone for a while while while his colleague was answering reporters' questions, but he just didn't wait for any response.

From last night to now, he has made more than a dozen phone calls to Wen Lan and sent more than 20 messages, all of which are like mud cows entering the sea.

It seems that Wen Lan is really competing with him this time!

At the press conference, Wen Lan was sincere, answered the sensitive topic about Zhou Qiao's hospitalization, and finally played the emotional card, and thanked TT's new and old customers by the way, and improvised a sensational remark of "being in the same boat through thick and thin".

Jiang Jingci, who has been watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone, thinks it's funny, a woman who is as arrogant as a swan will now bend her arrogant head for five buckets of rice!

Towards the end of the press conference, the courier brother in the same city sent a bouquet of fiery roses to Wen Lan.

Wen Lan only thought that Xie Yansheng was making amends to her, and after taking it, he put it on the table and continued to chat with several reporters.

"Designer Wen has another suitor?" A good female reporter suddenly turned the topic to the red rose, "A man who can enter the eyes of the Wen designer will definitely be worth no worse than the voice of the thank you banquet!"

"It's just an ordinary friend, and it's specially to cheer me up for today's press conference." Wen Lan replied stubbornly, but still picked up the flower card inside and looked at it.

It is exactly the same machine-printed card as the roses I received before, with only the word "okay".

She quickly counted it, and it was not surprising that it was still thirty-three.

Just a few days after returning to Jiangcheng, the man who gave her roses before has reappeared in the rivers and lakes!

Xie Yansheng had already denied the matter of sending flowers, and she put her suspicious eyes on Jiang Jingci.

At this time, the expressions of the two men who saw this bouquet of flowers from the live broadcast were two extremes.

Jiang Jingci smiled, and Xie Yansheng gritted his teeth in anger.

But what the two men didn't know was that after the press conference ended, Wen Lan threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash when he left the convention and exhibition center.

Back at TT, Wen Lan convened everyone for a plenary meeting, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening when he got off work.

As soon as she found her car in the parking lot, Zhou's mother called and said that after the doctor's assessment, Zhou Qiao had just come out of the ICU ward.

Wen Lan immediately drove to the hospital's intensive care ward, and when he saw Zhou Qiao, Zhou Qiao was tearing up with the nurse doctor!

"You said Zhao Huan was fine, why didn't you let me see him! I'm his wife, can't I see him-" Zhou Qiao cried hoarsely, "I remember very clearly, when the truck came towards it, it was Zhao Huan who slammed into the direction and used his side to catch the truck's collision!" I just want to know if Zhao Huan is dead or alive, can't you doctors tell me the truth——"

Zhou's mother covered her heart and wept on the side.

Wen Lan was heartbroken when he heard this, and stepped forward to hug Zhou Qiao tightly, "Zhao Huan is still in the ICU now, and you can meet when the injury stabilizes."

"Even if they lie to me, do you have to lie to me!" Zhou Qiao shook off Wen Lan's arm and shook his head painfully, "Wen Lan, you are my best friend, and the person I trust the most besides my parents, you come and tell me, Zhao Huan in the end-"

Wen Lan didn't dare to look at Zhou Qiao's eyes at all, and hurriedly changed the topic, "Although you came out of the ICU, your right leg still needs to be recuperated. Listen to me, take care of your body first—"

"I stayed in the ICU for three days without a holiday, but my brain didn't go to waste! I just looked at the list of all the patients in the ICU at the nurses' station, and Zhao Huan's name was not in it at all!" Zhou Qiao's right leg was firmly fixed by the plaster, otherwise he would have jumped off the bed a long time ago.

The doctors and nurses in the ward immediately looked at each other, and for a while, Wen Lan didn't think of how to fulfill this lie.

"Didn't you say that Zhao Huan was also in the ICU-" Zhou Qiao pulled Wen Lan's shirt hard, his dark pupils shrunk, and his voice trembled, "Don't I even have the right to know whether my husband is alive or dead—"

Wen Lan's heart trembled when he heard this, and before he could figure out how to return to Zhou Qiao, the door of the ward suddenly opened!

Zhao Huan's mother was haggard, staggered towards Zhou Qiao, pointed at Zhou Qiao and sobbed, "You return my son's life—"