I can copy the three thousand avenues

Xie Yansheng touched the cheek that was slapped by Wen Lan's palm and asked in a low voice, "Are you relieved?"

"Why do you want An Zhen to see that video?" Wen Lan was so angry that he was spinning in circles.

Xie Yansheng, a bastard, just took the photo and sent it to Jiang Jingci. If he sent it to An Zhen, wouldn't it make her angry?

"Are you sure the video An Zhen saw was from me?" Xie Yansheng's voice was deep and he reached out to hold her hand, but she avoided it.

"Who else could it be but you?" she angrily said, "You can send the video to Jiang Jingci but you can't send it to An Zhen?"

"You always blame me for all your bad things. Why don't you think about your Mr. Jiang?" Xie Yansheng's eyes flashed with a trace of unexplained contempt.

"Jiang Jingci is not as despicable as you and have no bottom line!" Wen Lan stared at Xie Yansheng hatefully, "Okay now, the private video you took is in An Zhen's hands. If she really wants to post it online, you let me Where to put your face!"

"Are you scared?" Xie Yansheng smiled with thin lips and stretched out his long arms to wrap her in his arms.

She put her hands on her chest to prevent Xie Yansheng from approaching unscrupulously.

"She just used the video to scare you. I have more explosive private information about her and her ex-boyfriend, so when she saw me, she had no choice but to leave TT." Xie Yansheng's warm breath sprayed on her neck.

A numbness instantly spread throughout her body, and before she could react, Xie Yansheng bit her collarbone hard!

"Xie Yansheng, you bastard!" She scratched Xie Yansheng's face in pain, but unexpectedly Xie Yansheng let go of her and opened the door of the studio.

"The people from the Fengyun Game Production Studio have arrived in Jiangcheng, I have to go." Xie Yansheng glanced at the hickey that had just appeared on her collarbone and teased her, "If you need anything in the future, call me anytime. "

"Get out of here!" She grabbed a fashion magazine from the table and threw it at Xie Yansheng.

Xie Yansheng turned sideways quickly, and the magazine fell to the ground wiping the hem of his suit.

By the time she grabbed another wooden cutting ruler and threw it over, the sound of thanksgiving had already left.

She sat dejectedly on her chair, deep in thought.

Even though they were divorced, Xie Yansheng still came to disgust her so blatantly!

There is also Jiang Jingci. Although he has made things clear to him, Wen Lan always has a feeling that he will not let it go!

There was a knock on the door, it was Zhou Qiao.

"I heard from the front desk that An Zhen is here to cause trouble again?" Zhou Qiao looked at Wen Lan first and made sure that there was nothing wrong before leaning down to pick up the magazine on the ground.

Wen Lan frowned, "It was Xie Yansheng who took An Zhen away."

"That bastard Xie Zhazha always puts you in such embarrassing situations!" Zhou Qiao shook his head repeatedly, "You are pregnant with the baby now, and they come to make you angry every three to five times. I am worried about you and the baby!"

Wen Lan placed his right hand on his lower abdomen and said thoughtfully, "So, I want to leave Jiangcheng now."

"That's a good idea. Seeing Xie Zhazha and Lao Jiang pestering you like this makes me worried for you!" Zhou Qiao pulled up a chair and sat across from Wen Lan, "Have you decided where to go?"

"Don't Lincheng Studio still need a person in charge? If you don't mind, just leave it to me to save you the trouble of running back and forth." Wen Lan looked at Zhou Qiao calmly.

Zhou Qiao was startled at first, then laughed: "Really?"

"Really." Wen Lan nodded decisively.

"Don't go back on your word!" Zhou Qiao immediately extended his right palm towards Wen Lan, and the two high-fived each other.

"I was worried that I couldn't catch anyone, but this solves my urgent need! From now on, you will be in charge of Lincheng, and I will be in charge of Jiangcheng. Let's make money together." Zhou raised his eyebrows with unconcealable joy in his eyes, "This The men’s haute couture shop here will get dividends at the end of the year, and over there in Lincheng, in addition to the basic salary, I will give you a commission based on your performance.”

"Thank you Qiaoqiao." Wen Lan suddenly became energetic when he thought of the 800,000 yuan he owed Zhou Qiao. "In the future, I will put all my energy into work. In order to have a good living environment after the baby is born, I will work hard to make money." It’s the kingly way.”

"Although I asked you to be in charge of the haute couture studio in Lincheng, you are an expectant mother now. I can't bear to have you too tired. When the time comes, I will transfer Xiao Li to be your assistant." Zhou Qiao stared at her and she was still calm. "It's been two months. When it reaches six or seven months, you will go back to Jiangcheng to raise the baby, and I will run back and forth."

"Let's talk about it then." Wen Lan sighed quietly.

In fact, if things go well in Lincheng, she will consider giving birth to her baby there and living with her baby there for a few years.

The two chatted for a while about the development plan of Lincheng Haute Couture Studio. Zhou Qiao's ambition made Wen Lan feel professional and responsible for the first time.

In his senior year of internship, Wen Lan successfully entered TT and became a women's clothing designer due to his relationship with Zhou Qiao.

With his unique vision and sensitivity to fashion, Wen Lan stood out among the designers in TT in just one year, and was recognized by many celebrities in Jiangcheng's upper class circle.

In the past two years, Wen Lan has only been responsible for focusing on design, while Zhou Qiao has been responsible for maintaining all VIP customers and media operations and promotions. The two of them cooperated very well, both internally and externally.

Wen Lan gets scared whenever he thinks that he will stir up issues in the studio in the future in Lincheng.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you throughout the first week of the new studio's opening." Zhou Qiao comforted, "In the future, as long as I have time, I will go to Lincheng to help you with operations."

"I still want to thank you for giving me this opportunity. Although it feels difficult, I also want to break through my current self." Wen Lan looked at Zhou Qiao sincerely, "How will you know how much potential you have if you don't try it!"

"That's right! As long as you dare to think and work hard, you can make money!" Zhou Qiao encouraged her, "You know the huge profits of high-end customization. As long as you can firmly grasp the aesthetic taste of customers, it is not difficult to make money. Now TT has a good reputation in Jiangcheng. At the end of last year, many customers from Lincheng came to Jiangcheng specifically for customization. I feel that TT will have a lot of room for development there."

Wen Lan admired Zhou Qiao's vision and brain for making money.

The two chatted for more than an hour and decided that tomorrow afternoon, Wen Lan would take several designers to Lincheng to set up camp.

Lincheng and Jiangcheng are both second-tier cities. In order to enable TT to quickly gain a foothold in Lincheng, Zhou Qiao adopted a preemptive publicity campaign and chose the studio in the downtown commercial district where every inch of land is valuable.

In addition, the first move was a three-story luxury office building.

The first floor is the exhibition hall and reception hall, the second floor is the independent studio of each designer, and the third floor has a small canteen and single apartments prepared for each employee.

Wen Lan knew that Zhou Qiao had invested heavily in Lincheng Studio this time, and secretly vowed to make some achievements and not let Zhou Qiao down.

Tomorrow afternoon, Wen Lan will leave Jiangcheng. He has no intention of returning in the short term, and even packed his autumn clothes into the suitcase.

In the afternoon, Wen Lan handed Zhou Qiao a bank card with 2 million yuan, asking Zhou Qiao to pass it on to Jiang Jingci.

Before leaving get off work, Zhou Qiao put the bank card on Wen Lan's desk and shook his head, saying that Jiang would not accept it.