Wen Lan glanced at Jiang Jingci noncommittally, "Whether Xie Yansheng has the ability to get rid of marriage has nothing to do with me."

"Every time you talk about thanksgiving, you can always leave yourself alone." Jiang Jingci was very dissatisfied with her words, "I've known each other for so long, can't you be honest?"

Her attention was always on Yang Yang in her arms, and she didn't respond again.

Yang Yang's body temperature was lower than when he first returned to Qiushuitai, and the flush on his face also faded.

The nanny came to urge them to eat, and Jiang Jingci took the initiative to reach out to pick her up, "Holding it again after falling asleep will make her develop bad sleeping habits." ap.

Wen Lan was slightly stunned.

This is Jiang Jingci's child, she can't be too self-righteous.

"Don't change hands anymore, I'll put Yang Yang back on the bed." She got up slightly, leaned over and put him in the crib.

One of her little hands was still holding the tip of Wen Lan's hair, and it took Wen Lan twelve minutes of caution to break open her fleshy fingers and cover her with a thin quilt.

After staring at her sleeping face for a long time, Wen Lan walked out of the baby room.

Six dishes and one soup were set up on the dining table in the dining room, and Wen Lan recognized it as "No. 9's" private dish at a glance.

"Sit down, Miss Wen can stay and have dinner with me today, because I have been stained with light." Jiang Jingci said as he unscrewed a bottle of red wine and filled two goblets.

Wen Lan was already hungry, but she stayed for dinner because she was worried about Langyang, and wanted to wait for Langyang's fever to subside before leaving.

After washing her hands, Wen Lan sat down opposite Jiang Jingci, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and prepared to eat, but unexpectedly, Jiang Jingci raised his wine glass towards her, "Ten years ago, I bought a few cases of wine from a wine farm in country F, and now I only have this bottle left. The day before Chinese New Year's Eve, you accompanied Yangyang, and I made eight dishes and one soup to prepare this bottle of red wine, but you left without even eating. We drank it together tonight, don't let me regret it again."

It was obviously a bottle of wine, but Wen Lan heard a different meaning.

"I'm sorry, I've been allergic to alcohol lately," Wen Lan moved the goblet in front of him to the side and ate the rice.

Her refusal was expected by Jiang Jingci, but Jiang Jingci still couldn't hide the loss in his heart, and drank all the red wine in his hand.

Wen Lan only sandwiched the two dishes closest to him, and Jiang Jingci only drank alcohol.

The indescribable depression made Wen Lan's heart congested, and he was too busy to find words, "Did Xiaotong sleep?"

"Sleep." Jiang Jingci's narrow eyes were full of restraint, and he also followed her words and said, "There are two children in the family this time, which is enough to be lively."

She said "um".

Jiang Jingci picked up the chopsticks and picked up the vegetables for her, "If you are so restrained even when eating, I will feel that I am guilty of a great crime."

"There's no restraint, I don't dare to eat too much at night." She explained.

"If you can't be a lover, it's always okay to be an ordinary friend, right?" Jiang Jingci said and poured himself another glass.

"You use it slowly, I'm full." As soon as Wen Lan got up, he heard a cry from the baby's room.

She ran over as fast as she coaxed into her arms.

There was sweat on her forehead and body, and the high fever had completely subsided, but her mood was very bad, and she couldn't stop crying no matter how she coaxed her.

The crying was mixed with the coughing, which made Wen Lan's heart almost broken!

In order to make Yang Yang's breathing smooth, she picked up Yang Yang vertically and patted her back gently.

But his cough became more and more rapid, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of milk.

Wen Lan had no experience in dealing with this situation, so he was busy looking for Jiang Jingci.

Jiang Jingci was still sitting firmly on the dining chair, drinking red wine without hurrying or slow.

"The fever has subsided, but the cough is getting worse, so let's go to the pediatric hospital." The sound of crying and coughing made Wen Lan's heart tense again.

If Yang Yang was her daughter, she would definitely take Yang Yang to the hospital right now.

But Yang Yang is Jiang Jingci's daughter, and it is not her turn to call the shots.

At this time, Jiang Jingci had already eaten a bottle of red wine, and the whole person was in a slightly drunken state, and Wen Lan's gaze suddenly became a little more wanton.

He got up from the table and walked over to Wen Lan, "It's not a big deal to cough a few times. The fever is gone, and I won't cough when I take the medicine a few more times."

At this time, the coughing sound sounded again.

"Just now in the nursery, Yang Yang coughed and vomited milk. I checked it on my phone and said that if a child of this age has a cough, he should see a doctor immediately, otherwise it will turn into pneumonia."

Wen Lan saw that Jiang Jingci had no intention of going to the hospital, and no longer persuaded him, "If you believe me, let me take Yang Yang to the Children's Hospital."

"I am not related to Miss Wen, how can I trouble Miss Wen!" Jiang Jingci deliberately sold Guan Zi, "If Yang Yang is still like this tomorrow, I will definitely take her to the hospital for a check-up."

"But it's so much—"

As soon as Wen Lan spoke, Jiang Jingci interrupted her, "It's already half past ten in the evening, Miss Wen won't go back, Xie Yansheng will come to trouble me again."

Jiang Jingci's voice was full of mockery, and Wen Lan heard it harshly, but he couldn't say anything to refute it.

After all, Yang Yang is Jiang Jingci's daughter, and the place where she stands is Jiang Jingci's house.

The nanny has come to pick up the Yang Yang in her arms, Yang Yang has just finished coughing, the little head is resting on her shoulder, and the nanny is crying when she is in her arms.

Crying and coughing again, Wen Lan's heart was like a knife, but he still picked up his coat and said goodbye to Jiang Jingci.

"I'm drinking, I can't give it to you. It's not good to take a taxi at this point, so you might as well drive my car." Jiang Jingci has begun to regret it.

I just wanted to be angry with her, but I didn't expect to be angry with her so soon.

"No need. Remember to tell the babysitter to pay more attention to her temperature at night." Wen Lan said and walked out of the Jiang Mansion quickly.

Jiang Jingci was unwilling, and chased after her and grabbed the hem behind her blouse.

Yang Yang's illness held her heart, and if she wanted to know Yang Yang's situation, she still had to rely on Jiang Jingci, and she didn't dare to break with Jiang Jingci at this juncture.

She stopped patiently and glanced at Jiang Jingci lukewarmly, "Something?"

"Let's talk for a while." The alcohol in Jiang Jingci's body was flowing freely, and his narrow eyes were so hot that they could melt an iceberg.

"What are you talking about?" She asked stiffly, and gently pulled the hem of her blouse out of Jiang Jingci's hand.

"Talk about something you don't want to hear." Jiang Jingci pressed his forehead, which was a little painful from alcohol, "If I hadn't drunk tonight, I wouldn't have the courage."

"Then don't say it, because it's a vain thing to say." Wen Lan politely refused, "You drank too much, go back and drink some water and rest early."

Jiang Jingci took a step closer to her, and suddenly put his arm on her shoulder, and scolded, "What kind of Gu did Xie Yansheng do to you, so unreliable and make you die for him?"

She reached out to pull Jiang Jingci's hand, but was unexpectedly held tightly by Jiang Jingci.