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Jiang Jingci drove Wen Lan out of the bone-setting clinic.

Seeing that the car was heading towards Blue Water Bay, Wen Lan hurriedly said, "Please take me to TT."

Because she didn't want Jiang Jingci to appear at her residence.

"Uncle San's advice is to stay in bed and rest for a few days." Jiang Jingci continued to drive in the original direction.

"Two studios are opening today, and Zhou Qiao can't handle it alone." Her explanation was pale.

Jiang Jingci still turned around at the intersection ahead.

"I heard you call Doctor Jiang 'Uncle San'. You both have the surname Jiang. Are you from the same family?" She made small talk to break the suffocating silence in the car.

"My family." Jiang Jingci replied indifferently.

The two fell into silence again, and Wen Lan simply chose to shut up.

The car was parked in the parking lot. Wen Lan wanted to go back to TT alone by leaning against the wall, but Jiang Jingci refused and bent one arm over.

"If you want me to go back to the Wen family with you in the evening, don't be so hypocritical now."

Wen Lan had to enter the elevator room with his support.

TT has been connected to the flower shop and coffee shop next door. The two studios are connected to the original exhibition hall and have their own storefronts.

Wen Lan and Jiang Jingci came out of the parking lot and saw people coming and going in the three stores. It was very lively. The shopping guides were so busy that they wished they could split into two.

Zhou Qiao had just returned from the airport. Seeing the two people's "intimate" posture, he smiled and joked, "The relationship between the two has developed rapidly!"

"Don't talk nonsense! I sprained my ankle. Mr. Jiang sent me here." Wen Lan quickly let go of Jiang Jingci and held the display cabinet beside him.

Zhou Qiao hurriedly supported Wen Lan, his eyes fell on her feet, and asked with a sigh: "Wasn't it fine when the press conference ended?"

"I sprained it when I came out." Wen Lan didn't say that she was chased by two reporters.

"Why go to work when you are like this! Let Mr. Jiang take you back and have a good rest." Zhou Qiao said and looked at Jiang Jingci beside him.

Jiang Jingci changed his dullness in the car just now, with a smile on his lips, "I said so too, but your good employee Miss Wen was afraid that you would be too busy, so she came to help despite her illness. Give me a raise, Mr. Zhou?"

"Raise! It's a must!" Zhou Qiao smiled and changed the subject, "Old Jiang, I received your flower basket this morning, thank you, I'll treat you after I'm done with these two days!"

"You're welcome." Jiang Jingci said in a gentle voice, deliberately glanced at his watch, and said to Wen Lan, "Mr. Zhou has allowed you to rest in the afternoon, shall I take you back to Blue Water Bay?"

"I still have two design drawings to revise, and I'll leave after I'm done. I'm really sorry to bother Mr. Jiang today." Wen Lan wanted to order him to leave several times, but she didn't say it when she got to her lips.

Jiang Jingci smiled lightly: "Two design drawings, you won't be busy for long. I happen to be free, so I'll wait for you in the reception room on the first floor."

Thinking that she had to ask Jiang Jingci to accompany her back to the Wen family in the evening, she bit the bullet and said "hmm".

With Zhou Qiao's help, Wen Lan returned to her workstation and turned on the computer absentmindedly.

Zhou Qiao reached out to turn off the computer and whispered, "Don't you feel guilty for letting Lao Jiang sit alone in the lounge?"

"I'm annoyed." Wen Lan pressed the painful swelling on her forehead and raised her eyebrows.

"Let me take a look, what's wrong with your head?" Zhou Qiao said, lifting her hair from her forehead and said with a distressed voice, "You are in trouble today! My mother knows a fortune teller who is very accurate in predicting marriage and love. I will take you to have a fortune teller when I have time."

"There's no need to find a fortune teller. You should think of a way to help me get Jiang Jingci away." She was full of melancholy.

"Lao Jiang is now a good friend and one of the first gold-medal customers of TT Men's Haute Couture Studio. I must be crazy to help you be a bad guy!" Zhou Qiao patted her shoulder, "Just stay at your workstation for half an hour, don't let down Lao Jiang's sincerity towards you."

After Zhou Qiao left, Wen Lan was in a state of confusion and turned on the computer again.

She looked at the computer screen, but in fact her eyes had drifted far away.

There were a bunch of design drawings that needed to be modified in the computer folder, and she couldn't get interested.

The unhurried knock on the door brought her back to reality.

"Come in." As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Jingci pushed the door in.

After a brief moment of surprise, she squeezed out a decent smile, "Sit down, Mr. Jiang."

"Didn't you change your name to 'Lao Jiang' a long time ago? Are you alienated from me again these two days?" Jiang Jingci closed the door and sat on the chair at the door.

Wen Lan didn't know how to continue, so she simply asked about her well-being, "There is a water dispenser in the room, if you are thirsty, get some water yourself."

"I suddenly remembered that we haven't had lunch yet." Jiang Jingci looked at her slowly, "What do you want to eat? I can go out and buy it for you."

Wen Lan was worried and had no appetite. Her stomach would feel sour from time to time. She shook her head angrily, "I don't want to eat yet. What do you want to eat? I'll order takeout for you. Just treat it to lunch today."

"Then I won't be polite." Jiang Jingci opened his phone and flipped it, "I usually eat very simply, just help me order a box lunch."

Wen Lan knew that Jiang Jingci didn't want to leave, and didn't want to cause trouble for her. When ordering the box lunch, she added a portion of braised pork and stir-fried vegetables for him.

"Are you really not going to go back to rest?" Jiang Jingci picked up a fashion magazine and looked at it casually.

"I went out yesterday and there are too many backlogs of work. If I don't deal with it, I will breach the contract." She found a plausible reason for herself.

"You've been very busy lately." Xie Yansheng asked deliberately in a clear voice, "Where did you go yesterday? To Beijing?"

"No." She refused, but did not say "Hong Kong City".

Because no matter who hears it, they will associate Gangcheng with Shen Yi.

"I was in a bad mood these days, so I went to the suburbs to collect folk songs, and almost missed today's press conference." She explained again.

Little did she know that Jiang Jingci saw her walk into the boarding gate to "Gangcheng" with his own eyes.

If she could show a little sincerity, Jiang Jingci would not be as angry and depressed as he is now.

"What fun places are there in the suburbs? Recommend them? This Saturday, I plan to take Jiang Guan to go around." Although Jiang Jingci was very heartbroken at this time, he still controlled his emotions very well.

Wen Lan looked embarrassed and said in a daze: "People's likes cannot be empathized. You may not like the places I like."

"The places that catch your eye are never too bad. Even if I don't like it, I want to try to take a look." Jiang Jingci's words were full of persistence.

If she didn't need Jiang Jingci to accompany her back to the Wen family, she would have ordered him to leave long ago!

Fortunately, the knock on the door by the delivery boy saved Wen Lan from the embarrassment.

Jiang Jingci was not hypocritical. He opened the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks and ate slowly.

Wen Lan sat at the computer desk with her back to him and could not concentrate on her work at all.

The aroma of braised pork came, and Wen Lan's stomach suddenly turned upside down, and she covered her mouth and retched!