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Wen Lan glanced at Jiang Jingci without comment, "Whether Xie Yansheng has the ability to get rid of the marriage has nothing to do with me."

"Every time you talk about Xie Yansheng, you always get rid of yourself completely." Jiang Jingci was very dissatisfied with her words, "We have known each other for so long, can't you be more honest?"

Her attention was always on Yangyang in her arms, and she didn't respond again.

Yangyang's body temperature was lower than when she just returned to Qiushuitai, and the blush on her face was also light.

The nanny came to urge them to eat, and Jiang Jingci took the initiative to reach out to take Yangyang, "If you hold her after she falls asleep, she will develop bad sleeping habits."

Wen Lan was slightly stunned.

This is Jiang Jingci's child, she can't be too self-righteous.

"Don't change hands anymore, let me put Yangyang back to the bed." She gently got up and leaned over to put Yangyang in the crib.

Yangyang's little hand was still holding Wen Lan's hair. Wen Lan used extreme caution to pry open Yangyang's chubby fingers and covered her with a thin blanket.

After staring at her sleeping face for a long time, Wen Lan walked out of the baby room.

Six dishes and a soup were set on the dining table in the dining room. Wen Lan recognized them as "No. 9's" private dishes at a glance.

"Sit down. It's Yangyang's turn that Miss Wen can stay for dinner with me today." Jiang Jingci said as he unscrewed a bottle of red wine and filled two high-heeled glasses.

Wen Lan was already hungry, but she stayed for dinner because she was worried about Yangyang and wanted to wait until Yangyang's fever subsided before leaving.

After washing her hands, Wen Lan sat opposite Jiang Jingci, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and prepared to eat, but unexpectedly Jiang Jingci raised his glass to her, "Ten years ago, I bought several boxes of wine from a wine farm in Country F, and now only this bottle is left. The day before New Year's Eve, you accompanied Yangyang, and I prepared eight dishes and a soup to prepare this bottle of red wine, but you left without even eating. Let's drink it together tonight, don't let me have regrets again."

It was clearly a bottle of wine, but Wen Lan heard something else.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol recently," Wen Lan moved the high-footed glass in front of her aside and ate the white rice.

Her refusal was expected by Jiang Jingci, but Jiang Jingci still couldn't hide his disappointment and drank the red wine in his hand.

Wen Lan only picked up the two dishes closest to her, and Jiang Jingci only drank wine.

The unspeakable depression made Wen Lan depressed, and she was busy making small talk, "Is Xiaotong asleep?"

"Yes." Jiang Jingci's narrow eyes were full of restraint, and he followed her words and said, "There are two children at home these days, it's quite lively."

She said "hmm".

Jiang Jingci picked up the public chopsticks to pick up food for her, "If you are so restrained even when eating, I will feel that I am guilty."

"I am not restrained, I just dare not eat too much at night." She explained.

"If we can't be lovers, we can always be ordinary friends, right?" Jiang Jingci said and poured himself another glass.

"Take your time, I'm full." Wen Lan just got up and heard Yangyang crying from the baby room.

She ran over as fast as she could, hugged Yangyang and coaxed him.

Yangyang's forehead and body were sweaty, and the high fever had completely subsided, but his mood was very bad. No matter how she coaxed him, he still cried.

The crying mixed with coughing made Wen Lan's heart almost broken!

In order to make Yangyang breathe smoothly, she held Yangyang upright and patted her back gently.

But Yangyang's cough became more and more rapid, and she vomited a few mouthfuls of milk.

Wen Lan had no experience in dealing with such situations, so she hurriedly carried Yangyang to find Jiang Jingci.

Jiang Jingci was still sitting steadily on the dining chair, drinking red wine slowly.

"Yangyang's fever has subsided, but the cough is getting worse. Let's go to the pediatric hospital." Yangyang's crying and coughing made Wen Lan's heart tense again.

If Yangyang was her daughter, she would definitely take Yangyang to the hospital immediately.

But Yangyang is Jiang Jingci's daughter, and it's not her turn to make the decision.

At this time, Jiang Jingci had drunk a bottle of red wine, and the whole person was in a state of tipsiness. The look in his eyes when he looked at Wen Lan suddenly became more wanton.

He stood up with the help of the dining table and walked towards Wen Lan, "A few coughs are no big deal. The fever has subsided, and you will stop coughing after taking a few more medicines."

At this time, Yangyang's cough sounded again.

"Just now in the baby room, Yangyang coughed and vomited milk. I checked on my phone and it said that children of Yangyang's age should see a doctor immediately if they cough, otherwise it will turn into pneumonia."

Wen Lan saw that Jiang Jingci had no intention of going to the hospital, so she stopped persuading him, "If you believe me, let me take Yangyang to the Children's Hospital."

"Miss Wen and I are not related, how can I trouble Miss Wen!" Jiang Jingci deliberately kept it a secret, "If Yangyang is still like this tomorrow, I will definitely take her to the hospital for examination."

"But Yangyang--"

Wen Lan just opened her mouth, Jiang Jingci interrupted her, "It's already 10:30 in the evening. If Miss Wen doesn't go back, Xie Yansheng will come to trouble me again."

Jiang Jingci's voice was full of sarcasm, which Wen Lan found harsh, but she couldn't say anything to refute.

After all, Yangyang is Jiang Jingci's daughter, and where she is standing is Jiang Jingci's house.

The nanny had come to pick up Yangyang from her arms. Yangyang had just finished coughing and was resting his little head on her shoulder. When the nanny took him into her arms, he started crying.

He started coughing again while crying. Wen Lan felt like a knife was cutting her heart, but she still picked up her coat and said goodbye to Jiang Jingci.

"I've been drinking, so I can't take you. It's probably hard to get a taxi at this time. You might as well drive my car." Jiang Jingci had already started to regret it.

He had originally just wanted to piss her off, but he didn't expect to piss her off so quickly.

"No need. Remember to ask the nanny to pay more attention to Yang Yang's body temperature at night." Wen Lan said and walked out of Jiang's house quickly.

Reluctantly, Jiang Jingci chased after her and grabbed the hem of her blouse at the back.

Yangyang's illness affects her heart. If she wants to know about Yangyang's condition, she needs to rely on Jiang Jingci. At this juncture, she dare not break up with Jiang Jingci.

She patiently stopped and glanced at Jiang Jingci lukewarmly, "Is something wrong?" M.

"Let's talk for a while." The alcohol in Jiang Jingci's body was flowing freely, and his narrow eyes were so hot that they could melt an iceberg.

"What are you talking about?" She asked bravely, gently turning sideways and pulling the hem of her shirt out of Jiang Jingci's hands.

"Talk about something you don't want to hear." Jiang Jingci pressed his forehead, which was a little painful from the alcohol, "If I didn't drink tonight, I wouldn't have the courage."

"Then don't say it, because it's all in vain." Wen Lan declined, "You drank too much. Go back and drink some water and rest early."

Jiang Jingci took a step closer to her, suddenly put his arm on her shoulders, and scolded: "What kind of poison did Xie Yansheng play on you, so that you are so unreliable that you are completely devoted to him?"

She reached out to grab Jiang Jingci's hand, but was unexpectedly held tightly by Jiang Jingci.