I can copy the three thousand avenues

Wen Lan knew that as long as she stayed for a moment, An Zhen would say more words that would hurt her heart.

"Sorry, I still have something to do. Let the shopping guide help you choose whatever style of clothes Ms. An likes."

Wen Lan put down these words and walked into his studio without looking back.

The smile on An Zhen's face gradually froze, and he snorted disdainfully: "A little designer is so ignorant of praise!"

Wen Lan turned on the computer and looked at it again. The unfinished work had been completed, and he could just wait until country F to work overtime and rush it out.

Her case against Xie's mother has been filed in court. The house is in hand, and the monthly payments will begin at the beginning of next month. When I return from country F, the cabinets and wardrobes will be completed. Then I will buy some appliances and furniture, and "Shuyuan Mansion" will really feel like home.

She breathed a long sigh of relief and began to sort out the pile of manuscripts on the design table.

During this month in country F, she was going to calm down and learn something.

At this time, Jiang Jingci was chatting with Zhou Qiao on the second floor.

Zhou Qiao made a pot of black coffee and Jiang Jingci drank it all.

"With so much coffee in your stomach, you won't be able to sleep at night." Zhou Qiao took Jiang Jingci's coffee cup, poured water from another cup and handed it over.

Jiang Jingci sat lonely on the boss's chair in front of the window, "Whether I drink or not, I can't sleep anyway."

"Lan Lan's flight is at 8:30 in the evening. She will be gone for a month. It's up to you to decide whether to go and see her off at the airport."

Zhou Qiao wanted to bring the two of them together a while ago, but when he saw that Wen Lan didn't have that kind of interest in Jiang Jingci, his thoughts faded away.

"I'm out." Jiang Jingci shook his head and looked out the window, "I don't think about anything now. Let's live a good life with Jiang Guan in the future."

"If you really didn't want to, you wouldn't be sitting here listening to my blabbering." Zhou Qiao hugged her arms and leaned her back on the desk.

"Actually, you haven't considered the problem from Lanlan's perspective at all. She just came out of an unbearable marriage and had an unexpected pregnancy. She has extreme distrust of men. Your considerate gesture is a kind of kindness to her. Shackles, shackles.”

"Her last marriage ended because of Xie Yansheng's unreliability. I just wanted to be kind to her without reservation and give her warmth, but her reaction was still the opposite of me." Jiang Jingci pressed the aching hand. temples.

"In the past few days, I have been reflecting on what I did wrong. In fact, in the final analysis, I did too well. Since she doesn't want it, then I will quit."

"Are you willing to quit now?" Zhou Qiao asked angrily.

"Time will always dilute everything." Jiang Jingci's narrow eyes showed a hint of persistence, "For Wen Lan, I have repeatedly given up my bottom line. Sometimes I doubt that I am still the Jiang Jingci I was before. ?"

"You and Lanlan are both good friends of mine. I can only say that I respect your respective choices." Zhou Qiao looked helpless.

Downstairs, Wen Lan finished tidying up her desk, turned off her computer, and before leaving the studio, she sent a WeChat message to the front desk to ask if An Zhen was gone.

The front desk replied instantly: Ms. An chose a dress and left.

Wen Lan didn't see Zhou Qiao's car when he parked the car. He thought Zhou Qiao hadn't come, so he called her phone to say goodbye.

"I won't come to the company in the afternoon. I'll take a ride directly to the airport in the evening. When I land in country F, I'll let you know that I'm safe as soon as possible."

"Didn't we agree that I'll take you to the airport tonight." At this time, Zhou Qiaozheng and Jiang Jingci were going downstairs. "I'm at the company. I have something to tell you. Just wait for me for half a minute."

Wen Lan put down his cell phone, pushed open the studio door, and looked up to see Zhou Qiao and Jiang Jingci coming down the stairs.

Jiang Jingci also saw her, but his eyes were calm and without any disturbance.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting Jiang Jingci, she hurried back indoors to wait for Zhou Qiao.

Then, the voices of Jiang Jingci and Zhou Qiao saying goodbye came from the door.

Zhou Qiao opened the door and came in, "I have prepared a dozen fine silk scarves and packed them. I will take them with you when I take you to the airport in the evening. When you arrive in country F, I will give them to you according to the list I gave you."

"Okay." Wen Lan agreed readily.

Zhou Qiao stared at Wen Lan's flat belly and sighed: "I really can't bear to let you, an expectant mother, travel abroad, but you have to go!"

"Why don't you just get pregnant? What's the big deal!" Wen Lan smiled lightly and placed his right hand on his lower abdomen, "Let him know that life is not easy from an early age, even if it's prenatal education."

"I heard that you have already ordered cabinets and wardrobes, so don't buy any home appliances. When you come back from country F, I will give you a complete set of home appliances and furniture as a congratulations on your move-in." Zhou Qiao said.

"I got it, I've already ordered the home appliances and furniture." Wen Lan didn't want Zhou Qiao to spend too much money, so he lied.

Zhou Qiao frowned, "Then we'll wait until you come back."

The two chatted for a while before Wen Lan left TT.

She spent the afternoon packing her luggage.

Based on the principle of keeping as little luggage as possible, and based on the current temperature in country F, she only brought a few clothes that she could wear now, plus some necessary daily necessities, and only filled a large suitcase.

If you really need it then, just buy it there.

Because she had to check her luggage in advance, Zhou Qiao came to pick her up before six o'clock.

The two chatted for a long time on the road and at the airport, talking more about TT's future development plans.

Zhou Qiao is very ambitious and has the idea of ​​continuing to expand the women's haute couture studio.

While the two were chatting and laughing, Xie Yansheng's figure appeared in a corner behind them.

He was standing more than ten meters away from them, his eyes fixed on Wen Lan.

He saw every unintentional movement of Wen Lan.

He just looked at Wen Lan quietly until Wen Lan and Zhou Qiao hugged and said goodbye, and went to the parking lot after entering the security check.

After finding his car, Xie Yansheng did not rush to get in the car, but smoked a cigarette.

"Hey, isn't this An Shizhang's son-in-law?" Zhou Qiao, who also came to pick up the car, saw Xie Yansheng and greeted him sarcastically.

Xie Yansheng threw the unfinished cigarette on the ground and turned to look at Zhou Qiao, "When will Lanlan come back?"

"At least half a year, at most a year. If we really wait for Lanlan to adapt to the life over there, we will be ready to settle down." Zhou Qiao's eyes flashed with a cunning light, deliberately stabbing him.

Xie Yansheng frowned, "She is pregnant with Shen Yi's child, bought a house by herself, and is really going to be a single mother, not letting Shen Yi fulfill his obligations?"

"Don't blame Shen Yi for everything!" Zhou Qiao was instantly angry, "Even if you had one tenth of the consideration and pity for Lan Lan as Lao Jiang did, you and Lan Lan would not have come to this point now!"

"From the beginning to the end, her heart has always been with Shen Yi, I am nothing!" Xie Yansheng took out a cigarette again and bit it in self-mockery.

"You did this all by yourself!" Zhou Qiao's teeth were clattering, "Lan Lan was obviously pregnant with your--"