I can copy the three thousand avenues

During the week when Wen Lan was not in Jiangcheng, Jiang Jingci came every day, either chatting with Zhou Qiao or sitting in Wen Lan's studio.

A few days ago, he called Wen Lan many times and sent dozens of WeChat messages to ask about her whereabouts, but Wen Lan did not respond.

Later, he asked someone to find out that Wen Lan went to Hongcheng, and immediately guessed that she went to see Shen Yi again.

He was devastated and painful at the time, but with his understanding of Wen Lan and referring to Zhou Qiao's statement, he felt that Wen Lan must have other twists and turns in her trip to Hongcheng this time, so he continued to wait in the dumbest way.

For seven whole days, rain or shine.

Fortunately, God has eyes, and he still waited for her today!

Wen Lan wore a solemn black outfit and white lambskin flat shoes. Her bare face was full of fatigue. Her slightly curly long hair was tied behind her head with a black hairband, and she was depressed all over.

"Are you back?" Jiang Jingci took the initiative to greet her. She had lost a lot of weight in just one week.

"I'm back." Wen Lan cried for a long time every day this week, and her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

"Your voice is so hoarse, did you catch a cold?" Jiang Jingci's voice was gentle, and his eyes were full of concern.

"No." She didn't dare to look at Jiang Jingci's eyes, "I haven't been to work for a week, and there must be a lot of work backlog. I'm going to get busy first."

The distance she deliberately pulled made Jiang Jingci very uncomfortable, but he didn't bother her anymore and watched her leave quietly.

Wen Lan had just sat down in the studio when Zhou Qiao walked in without even knocking on the door.

"I came down from the stairs when I heard you talking! Lanlan, are you okay?" Zhou Qiao quickly looked her up and down, "Your eyes are red and swollen, your face is haggard, and your eyebrows are full of sadness - have you been staying in Hong Kong these days?"

Hearing "Hong Kong", Wen Lan's eyes turned red again, and he hugged her tightly, and tears fell on her.

"Tell me, what happened?" Zhou Qiao was very puzzled. "If you need my help, just tell me directly. There's no need to hide it from me!"

Zhou Qiao had called Shen Yi a long time ago, and after asking indirect questions for a while, she still couldn't get the answer.

"Let me take a break, Qiao Qiao, I'll tell you later." Wen Lan sighed.

Ji Minxin's affairs can't be explained in a few words. She hasn't eaten or slept well these days. She even feels tired when she breathes, and she doesn't want to talk.

"Then don't talk about it for now. I'll be relieved if you can come back safely." Zhou Qiao patted her back considerately. "If it really doesn't work, take a few days off before coming to work."

"It's even more boring for me to rent a house alone. It's better to be in the company, where people come and go and it's lively." She let Zhou Qiao go and wiped her tears with a tissue.

"Take it easy, don't get too tired, it's different with a baby now. If you really need a design that needs urgent work, just throw it to me and I'll do it for you."

Zhou Qiao poured her a cup of hot water and put it on the table. Seeing that she had no desire to talk, he didn't want to disturb her anymore and prepared to go upstairs.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

It was Jiang Jingci, holding a shopping bag in his hand.

"Old Jiang, didn't you just leave? Why are you here again?" Zhou Qiao laughed before he finished speaking, "So you came to give Lanlan warmth."

Wen Lan frowned immediately when she heard this.

Jiang Jingci had already put the shopping bag on the table and looked at Wen Lan, "Your voice is very hoarse. I bought some autumn pear paste from a nearby pharmacy. You can drink it with water."

"Thank you." Although Wen Lan was very resistant in her heart, she still took it.

Zhou Qiao saw that Jiang Jingci had no intention of leaving, so she quickly poured him a glass of water.

Wen Lan quietly gave Zhou Qiao a look that said "don't leave", and Zhou Qiao smiled and sat down beside Wen Lan.

"If you really feel uncomfortable, I still suggest you go to the hospital to see a doctor." Jiang Jingci's attention has always been on Wen Lan.

Wen Lan lowered her head and flipped through the thick design drawings without responding.

"It's okay, Lan Lan is just tired from the plane ride." In order to avoid a dull moment, Zhou Qiao hurriedly took over Jiang Jingci's words, "Old Jiang, I heard that you have bought two more good things. When can you let us feast our eyes?"

"Anytime." Jiang Jingci did not get the response he deserved in front of Wen Lan, and his tone was a bit depressed.

"After these two days, Zhao Huan and I will go to Shangjing's "Yuansheng Jiangji" to take a look." Zhou Qiao echoed, "Old Jiang, remember to treat us when the time comes!"

"It's a small matter." Jiang Jingci's eyes were still on Wen Lan.

But Wen Lan was terribly silent.

Jiang Jingci chatted with Zhou Qiao for a while and then left.

Zhou Qiao sent him out of the TT and then turned back, saying to Wen Lan helplessly: "Lao Jiang made it boring, and his face was livid when he left."

"He is a good man and deserves a better woman. It might be a good thing for him to give up early." Wen Lan was full of melancholy, and her left hand had fallen on her lower abdomen.

Now, Ji Minxin's matter is over, and the most important thing for her is the baby in her belly.

Take good care of the fetus, give birth to the baby and raise it smoothly, and her life full of regrets will be complete.

"I have told Lao Jiang twice that you are not interested in him and asked him to give up this idea, but he is just twisted, and he won't turn around even if he hits his head against the south wall and bleeds!"

Zhou Qiao did not disturb her again, and shook his head and went to the second floor.

Wen Lan locked the door and tried to focus on her work. By the time she got off work, a quarter of the work that had been backlogged for a week had been completed.

She was alone when she returned to Blue Water Bay, and she was ready to work overtime before leaving.

I walked around the exhibition hall for a few times, stretched my arms and legs, and ordered a rice bowl for dinner on my phone.

"Designer Wen, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've lost weight again!" The little girl at the front desk smiled and chatted with Wen Lan, "You don't know, right? During the week when you didn't come to work, Mr. Jiang would come over every day. I have to sit in the room for a while before leaving. I have to say that Mr. Jiang is really a affectionate and good man!”

When Wen Lan heard Jiang Jingci enter her studio alone, she instantly felt like she was being spied on.

In the entire TT, only Zhou Qiao had the key to her studio. Without her permission, Zhou Qiao actually let Jiang Jingci enter her private space. It was really annoying!

She took out her mobile phone and was about to call to question Zhou Qiao, when the little girl at the front desk sweetly shouted to the door: "Mrs. Xie, you are here."

How many Mrs. Xie can there be in Jiangcheng?

Wen Lan's heart trembled inexplicably.

Looking up, it turned out to be An Zhen.

An Zhen is wearing a TT high-end suit, with a nice imperial green on her neck and wrists, and a red platinum bag on her arm, which is full of style.

Wen Lan suddenly discovered that, except for her, every woman who had ever worked with Xie Yansheng would have achieved several levels of success in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

She was dressed in depressing black, which formed a great contrast with the glamorous An Zhen.

Especially the pride and arrogance in An Zhen's eyebrows were incompatible with Wen Lan's indifference.

Caught off guard, An Zhen said with a smile: "I would like to order some casual clothes. Can Miss Wen help me measure the size?"