I can copy the three thousand avenues

Zhou Qiao didn't believe Jiang Jingci's words at all, and sneered: "A scumbag is a scumbag, don't whitewash him anymore."

"She obviously suffered a lot in her marriage with Xie Yansheng, why is she still not ready to give up the past?" Jiang Jingci's words were unwilling, "Maybe she wants to start a new relationship, but I'm not worthy of her."

"You two are really interesting! I asked her for you, and she said she was not worthy of you." Zhou Qiao saw the cigarette in Jiang Jingci's hand and asked hurriedly, "I remember you don't smoke?"

"Your best friend made you angry." Jiang Jingci's face was tense and his voice was bitter.

At this time, Zhou Qiao's mobile phone rang, and Jiang Jingci went downstairs.

Rehearsals were going on on the first floor, and nearly fifty glamorous female models walked around on the stage.

Jiang Jingci quickly found Wen Lan.

It has to be said that even in a show full of beautiful women, Wen Lan's clothes were not obvious, and she was still very eye-catching.

A loose khaki coat was draped over her shoulders, and her slightly curly waist-length hair was scattered behind her head. Although her makeup was light, it was stunning and could not be looked away.

From Jiang Jingci's perspective, Wen Lan was sitting in the first row of the venue at this time, looking up at the model rehearsal on the stage while carefully writing something in a notebook.

Wen Lan's attention was tossing back and forth between the stage and the notebook. Jiang Jingci looked at her for a full ten minutes before she realized it.

Their eyes met seven or eight meters apart, and Jiang Jingci wanted to say something several times but stopped.

She continued to choose silence, and Jiang Jingci finally chose to leave the venue.

Zhou Qiao's call instantly made Wen Lan perk up and quickly clicked the answer button.

"Qiaoqiao, guess who is also a sponsor?" Zhou Qiao's tone was full of sarcasm.

Wen Lan asked curiously, "Who?"

"Wen Jinyin." Zhou Qiao said disdainfully, "Your good brother! He just called and asked me to reserve an advertising spot for 'Wen'."

"He has other intentions, you make your own decision." Wen Lan felt a headache when she heard the three words "Wen Jinyin".

Wen Lan stayed at the venue until eleven o'clock in the evening before driving back to Blue Water Bay.

When she parked her car in the underground parking lot and waited for the elevator, she smelled a pungent smell and her stomach immediately turned upside down.

She quickly covered her mouth and found a secluded place to vomit for a while, but nothing came out.

That night, she slept soundly.

She also dreamed of tomorrow's fashion show, where she was on the brightly lit stage, with the models wearing the clothes she designed, nodding to thank everyone in the venue...

Because she was too tired and forgot to set the alarm, it was already ten o'clock in the morning when she was woken up by Zhou Qiao's call the next day.

Wen Lan simply washed up and was about to go out when there was a knock on the door.

Her nerves immediately tensed up because she thought of Xie Yansheng!

She looked through the peephole and it turned out to be Xie's mother whom she hadn't seen for many days!

She really didn't want to have any more contact with the Xie family, so she hurried back to the bedroom and turned her phone to silent.

Soon, the knocking sound stopped, and her phone screen flickered. It was a local unfamiliar number.

She had long blocked Xie's mother's phone number, and guessed that this was most likely a call from Xie's mother asking her to open the door, so she didn't answer it.

Twenty minutes later, Xie's mother hadn't left yet.

Zhou Qiao called again to urge her to go to the convention and exhibition center, and she whispered: "I've already gone out, there's a traffic jam."

She looked outside the peephole anxiously, but Xie's mother was standing at the door all the time, with no sign of leaving at all.

After thinking about it, she had to bite the bullet and call Xie Yansheng.

She scratched the rear of Xie Yansheng's new car a while ago, and because she had to wait for the damage assessment quotation, she released Xie Yansheng from the blacklist.

These days, she was busy running the fashion show and forgot about the car compensation.

"Is it true? It's you? I'm so flattered." Xie Yansheng's low voice was full of sultry desire, just like a whisper in bed.

At this moment, her brain crashed and she only murmured two words: "It's me."

"Miss me, let's make an appointment?" Xie Yansheng asked out of tune.

She realized her loss of composure and hurriedly retracted her messy thoughts, "Your mother came to Blue Water Bay again and is blocking my door now. I'm in a hurry to go out, you hurry up and get her away."

"Okay. How do you thank me?" Xie Yansheng smiled.

"It's only right for you to get your mother away, I have no reason to thank you." She knew that her argument was weak, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Besides, your mother must have come to me for you, who will if you don't care?"

"I really don't care." Xie Yansheng pretended to end the call, and Wen Lan hurriedly called him.

"Tell me how to thank you! But don't go too far!"

"It's almost noon, let's have a meal together, isn't that too much?" Xie Yansheng was afraid that she wouldn't respond, so he hurriedly said, "I'll set the lunch address near the convention center, and it won't delay your work."

"It depends on your performance. Make your mother disappear from Blue Water Bay within five minutes, otherwise there's no lunch to discuss." Wen Lan hung up the phone after she finished speaking.

Her eyes jumped back and forth between the cat's eye and the watch. After about three minutes, Xie's mother answered a call and left.

Xie Yansheng's phone called back, she hurriedly clicked it, and said "Hello" softly.

"Done." Xie Yansheng's voice was faint, "I'll send you the location of the restaurant later."

"Okay." She was in a hurry to go out, and she readily agreed.

"I'm a sponsor of TT's New Year's Show." Xie Yansheng had no intention of ending the call yet.

"Don't! I can't afford it!" Wen Lan said urgently, "Before we were divorced, every time TT held a fashion show, I asked you for sponsorship. What did you say - 'A cheap little trick to win women's attention'" '——"

"You damn memory! I don't remember a single good thing I said in the past two years! I just remember every boring and boring thing I said."

Xie Yansheng seemed to be in a good mood and started talking to her.

"I still remember - Mr. Xie is getting engaged to Miss An!" She deliberately refused to open any pot.

"Okay, no more talking. See you later." Someone shouted "Mr. Xie" from the other side of Xie Yan's voice, and he took the initiative to hang up the phone.

Wen Lan went downstairs holding her cell phone in hand, feeling an unprecedented charm welling up in her heart.

This was one of the few times she and Xie Yansheng got along peacefully.

There was no quarrel, no messy women outside involved, just like an ordinary young couple jealous and bickering...

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, she still had a smile on her lips that she didn't even notice.

When he arrived at the convention and exhibition center, Zhou Qiao had just finished dispatching a wave of media reporters.

Seeing Wen Lan enter the door, she put a thick stack of documents into Wen Lan's hand and said, "Auntie, you are here! Some models have made some changes to their makeup photos. Please go backstage and help me contact the lighting engineer."

Wen Lan took the document and looked at it carefully, "I'll go right away."

Halfway up the stairs, Wen Lan's cell phone rang.

She glanced down casually, and it turned out to be Wen Zuming!