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As the car drove out of the street where the hospital was located, Wen Lan's cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was an unknown number, she thought it was a client who wanted to explain to her, so she hurriedly pressed the answer button.

"Where?"

What came to her ears was Xie Yansheng's deep voice.

She was still angry at Xie Yansheng, so she lowered her voice and said, "I want you to take care of it!"

"I have formally filed for divorce from An Zhen." Xie Yansheng's tone was not relaxed at all, and he was startled, "My mother was ready to be discharged from the hospital, but after hearing the news, she fell ill again and could only continue to live in the hospital. ”

"Your mother's hospitalization has nothing to do with me. Why are you telling me this?" Her voice was very low, but it was still heard by Jiang Jingci in front of her.

"I just want to tell you that the divorce process will most likely be slower than I thought." Xie Yansheng smiled bitterly, "I was whipped again by my dad at the old house just now."

Wen Lan's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he asked urgently, "Are you okay? Have you gone to the hospital to see a doctor? Have you received any medicine?"

"So you do care about me." Xie Yan laughed in an unseemly voice, "I can't die. It's not the first time I've been whipped."

She glanced at Jiang Jingci in front of her and lied to the thank you at the other end, "I'm busy, I'll call you later."

"Are you still angry with me?" Xie Yansheng had no intention of ending the call.

"Let's not talk about it for now." She ended the call without going any further.

When Jiang Jingci made the first phone call to Wen Lan, he guessed that it was the voice of thanking the banquet, and his face immediately fell.

Wen Lan's thoughts were wandering. The more Xie Yansheng was getting divorced, the less she dared to get too close to him.

Not to mention An Jia, if Mr. Xie and Mrs. Xie just use some tricks, they will bring her countless troubles!

She was really scared.

"It's already past lunch time. Let's find a place to have lunch before returning to TT." The anger in Jiang Jingci's heart had already started a prairie fire, but he still patiently raised the topic.

"There are still clients waiting for me, so you'd better take me back to the studio." She declined, "I'll make an appointment for dinner when I have time in the future."

Jiang Jingci didn't answer, but four or five minutes later, the car stopped in front of an elegantly decorated small restaurant.

"Eating a meal won't take you much time." Jiang Jingci got out of the car and opened her door.

Even if there were no customers waiting for her, she didn't want to listen to Jiang Jingci's cynicism anymore.

She picked up her handbag and got out of the car. She saw that she still had the cotton slippers she wore when she accompanied Yangyang to the hospital last night on her feet. She felt embarrassed. "I didn't sleep all night last night. I have no appetite at all. You eat yours, and I It’s better to take a taxi back to TT.”

"I'm afraid that you have hypoglycemia. Since you are so ignorant of good people, forget it." Jiang Jingci returned to the driver's seat in disappointment and started the engine.

More than ten minutes later, he sent Wen Lan to the door of TT.

Wen Lan politely thanked him, and he drove away without saying a word with a sullen face.

The car drove out two streets and Jiang Jingci dialed An Zhen's number.

When the ringtone was about to end, An Zhen's hoarse voice came from inside, "My son is in the hospital. If it's bad news, don't bother me!"

Jiang Jingci put his hand on his forehead while driving, "I just heard something. Mr. Xie has filed for divorce from you. I want to know whether this is true or not?"

"It's true." An Zhen, who has always been good-looking, said calmly this time, "Xie Yansheng has been preparing for a divorce since the day he married me, and now he is about to get his wish."

"You have the An family and the Xie family to support you, and you also have a son, what do you have to be afraid of?" Jiang Jingci didn't know the true relationship between An Zhen and Xie Yansheng, and always thought that An Zhen's child was Xie Yansheng's. .

"Son?" An Zhen suddenly laughed, "If it weren't for this so-called son, I wouldn't have lost so miserably! Xie Yansheng is an out-and-out bastard!"

Jiang Jingci thought that her son had congenital epilepsy and was not recognized by Xie Yansheng, so she hurriedly advised, "No matter how congenital the child is, he is still Xie Yansheng's son, Mr. Xie's only grandson. As a mother, you can't As for being so humble.”

"Listen carefully, every time Xie Yansheng hurts me, I will remember it on the woman named Wen!" An Zhen said coldly, "As long as Xie Yansheng dares to divorce me, the woman named Wen will never Have a good life!”

"An Zhen, the misfortune in your marriage is due to the banquet and has nothing to do with Wen Lan. If you dare to use despicable means to deal with Wen Lan, then I will not be the first to spare you!" Jiang Jingci warned solemnly. she.

Her laughter was wanton and harsh, "Jiang Jingci, I really didn't realize that you are so kind to the person named Wen! You know, she and Xie Yansheng have been secretly dating since their divorce. You are destined to be in trouble in this life!"

"An Zhen, remember what I said, otherwise no one will have a good life." Jiang Jingci threw his phone aside angrily.

tt.

As soon as Wen Lan walked into the revolving door on the first floor, the little girl at the front desk winked at her desperately.

It turned out that the two customers who were mistakenly wearing the wrong dress were waiting for her in the public leisure area.

She hurriedly put on a decent and flattering smile and greeted him.

However, even though Wen Lan had a lot of good things to say, she could not persuade two customers. They asked TT to return the deposit for the dress and would never accept the dress to be redone or modified.

Wen Lan immediately agreed and asked the finance department to pay compensation to them respectively.

The two customers were quite satisfied with the results. When they left, Wen Lan gave them two more silk shawls and personally sent them to the parking lot wearing slippers.

After their car drove away, Wen Lan retracted his stiff smile.

She secretly sighed that being a boss these days is much more tiring than being a designer!

Back at TT, she ordered a takeaway on her phone, and then called the heads of the three studios together for a short meeting.

They talked about how to avoid mistakes and the punishment measures after mistakes.

Wen Lan also spent the afternoon in a busy manner.

She was the last one to leave TT. She went to the hospital with Jiang Jingci's car in the middle of the night yesterday. Her car was left in the parking lot of Shuyuan Mansion, and now she could only take a taxi back.

When she was standing at the intersection waiting for the car, it was completely dark. She first called one of Zhou Qiao's nurses to ask about the situation at the hospital.

The nurse said that Zhou's mother had been accompanying Zhou Qiao in the ward all afternoon. Zhou Qiao's mood was relatively stable and she didn't make a fuss. She just drank some white porridge.

Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go back to Shuyuan Mansion to take a shower and change clothes before going to the hospital to accompany her overnight.

After taking a ride back to Shuyuan Mansion, she came out of the elevator in slippers, dragging her tired body, and saw a gray kraft paper bag with good texture hanging on the handle of her anti-theft door.

She subconsciously thought that Xie Yansheng had left it at the door, and couldn't wait to pick up the paper bag and open it -

A fishy smell hit her face!