As the car drove off the street where the hospital was located, Wen Lan's mobile phone rang.

Seeing that it was a strange number that she had never seen before, she thought it was a customer who was looking for her to explain, and hurriedly clicked the answer button.

"Where?"

What came to her ears was the deep voice of thanksgiving.

She was still angry at Xie Yansheng, and lowered her voice and said, "I want you to take care of it!"

"I have officially filed for divorce from An Zhen." There was no trace of relaxation in Xie Yansheng's tone, and he was stunned, "My mother was about to be discharged from the hospital, but when she heard the news, she fell ill again, so she could only continue to live in the hospital."

"Your mother's hospitalization has nothing to do with me, why are you telling me this?" Her voice was very small, but she was still listened to by Jiang Jingci in front.

"I just want to tell you that the divorce process will most likely be slower than I thought." Xie Yansheng smiled bitterly, "Just now in the old mansion, I was whipped by my father again."

Wen Lan's heart instantly rose to his throat, and he asked urgently, "Are you okay?" Did you go to the hospital to see a doctor? Have you medicated?"

"So you care about me." Xie Yan laughed informally, "I can't die. It's not the first time I've been whipped."

She glanced at Jiang Jingci in front of her, and lied to the Xie Yan voice on the other end, "I'm busy, I'll call you later."

"Are you still mad at me?" Xie Yansheng had no idea of ending the call.

"Let's not talk about it yet." She didn't pull it anymore and just ended the call.

When Jiang Jingci said the first phone call in Wen Lan, he guessed that it was Xie Yansheng, and his face immediately sank.

Wen Lan's thoughts were long, and the more she was at the end of Xie Yansheng's divorce, the more she didn't dare to get too close to him.

Not to mention the settlement family, just a little trick by Old Man Xie and Mrs. Xie will bring her countless troubles!

She was really scared.

"It's time for dinner, find a place to eat lunch and then go back to TT." The anger in Jiang Jingci's heart has burned the plains, but he still patiently provokes the topic.

"There are still clients waiting for me, so you might as well send me back to the studio." She politely declined, "I'll make an appointment for dinner later when I have time."

Jiang Jingci did not respond, but four or five minutes later, the car stopped at the door of an elegantly decorated small restaurant.

"A meal won't delay you much." Jiang Jingci had already gotten out of the car and unscrewed the door on her side.

Even if there were no customers waiting for her, she didn't want to listen to Jiang Jingci's cynicism anymore.

She picked up her handbag and got out of the car, and saw that the cotton slippers on her feet were still the same as the cotton slippers she wore when she accompanied Yang Yang to the hospital last night, and she was suddenly embarrassed, "I didn't sleep all night last night, and I don't have any appetite now." You eat yours, I'd better take a taxi back to TT."

"I'm afraid you're guilty of hypoglycemia. Since you don't know the hearts of good people so much, forget it." Jiang Jingci turned back to the driver's seat in disappointment and started the engine.

More than ten minutes later, he sent Wen Lan to the TT door.

Wen Lan thanked him politely, and he drove away without saying a word.

The car drove out of two streets, and Jiang Jingci dialed An Zhen's phone.

When the bell was about to end, An Zhen's hoarse voice came from inside, "My son is in the hospital, if it's bad news, don't come to block me!"

Jiang Jingci reached out and pressed his forehead while driving, "I just heard one thing, Mr. Xie has filed for divorce from you. I wonder if it's true or not?"

"It's true." An Zhen, who has always had a good face, was very calm this time, and said gloomily, "Xie Yansheng has been preparing for divorce since the day he married me, and now he is about to get his wish."

"You have the An family and the second elder of the Xie family to support you, as well as a son, what is there to be afraid of?" Jiang Jingci didn't know the true relationship between An Zhen and Xie Yansheng, and always thought that An Zhen's child was Xie Yansheng's.

"Son?" An Zhen suddenly laughed, "If it weren't for this so-called son, I wouldn't have lost so badly! Xie Yansheng is an out-and-out bastard!"

Jiang Jingci thought that her son had congenital epilepsy, and he was not recognized by Xie Yansheng, so he hurriedly persuaded, "No matter how congenital the child is, he is Xie Yansheng's son, and Old Man Xie's only grandson, you will not be so humble as a mother."

Micro."

"Listen, every time Xie Yansheng hurt me, I have remembered it on the woman surnamed Wen!" An Zhen said coldly, "As long as Xie Yansheng dares to divorce me, the person surnamed Wen will definitely not have a good life!"

"An Zhen, the unhappiness of your marriage is all due to the sound of the thanksgiving banquet, and it has nothing to do with Wen Lan. If you dare to use the next means to deal with Wen Lan, then I will not be the first to spare you!" Jiang Jingci solemnly warned her.

Her laughter was wanton and harsh, "Jiang Jingci, I really didn't see it, you are so good to the surname Wen!" Do you know, she and Xie Yansheng have been secretly dating since their divorce, and you are destined to have no drama in your life!"

"An Zhen, remember my words, otherwise everyone will not want to have a good life." Jiang Jingci angrily threw his phone aside.

tt。

As soon as Wen Lan walked into the revolving door on the first floor, the little girl at the front desk desperately glanced at her.

It turned out that two clients who had mistaken their dresses were waiting for her in the public lounge.

She hurriedly squeezed out a decent, flattering smile to meet him.

However, even though Wen Lan said a lot of good things, he didn't say anything about the two customers, they asked TT to return the deposit of the dress, and they would never accept the redo and modification of the dress.

Wen Lan immediately agreed, and let the finance pay them separately.

The two customers were satisfied with the results, and when they left, Wen Lan gave them two silk shawls and personally took them to the parking lot in slippers.

It wasn't until their car was far away that Wen Lan withdrew his somewhat stiff smile.

She secretly sighed that being a boss is much more tiring than being a designer these days!

Back at TT, she ordered a takeout on her phone, and then called the heads of the three studios together for a short meeting.

It's about how to avoid mistakes, and the penalties for mistakes.

In the afternoon, Wen Lan also spent his time in a busy manner.

She was the last to get out of TT, she went to the hospital with Jiang Jingci's car in the middle of the night last night, her car was thrown in the parking lot of Shuyuan Mansion, and now she can only take a taxi back.

When she was standing at the intersection and waiting for the bus, it was already completely dark, so she first called one of Zhou Qiao's nurses to ask about the situation at the hospital.

The nurse said that Zhou's mother accompanied Zhou Qiao in the ward all afternoon, Zhou Qiao's mood was quite stable, she didn't make a fuss, and she just drank some white porridge.

Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and was ready to go back to Shuyuan Mansion to take a shower and change clothes, and then go to the hospital to spend the night with her.

Hitchhiking back to the Shuyuan Mansion, she wore slippers and dragged her tired body out of the elevator, and saw a gray brown paper bag with a good texture hanging on her security door handle.

She subconsciously thought that Xie Yansheng was placed at the door, and couldn't wait to pick up the paper bag and open it-

A fishy smell is blowing in your face!