Chapter 220 Sprained Ankle
Zhou Qiao's words immediately made Wen Lan panic.
She silently calculated her safe period, and her spine began to feel cold.
During this period, she was busy looking for Ji Minxin and preparing for TT's New Year's show. The relative who was supposed to come as scheduled has been delayed for half a month!
When she married Xie Yansheng, she secretly took a contraceptive injection. The side effects were very serious in the first half of the year, and her period, which was always on time, was also disordered.
Sometimes it was once every ten days and a half months, and sometimes once every forty or fifty days. As long as it was delayed, she was terrified and kept using early pregnancy test strips to test, but every time it was safe.
Thinking that the contraceptive injection she took last time was still valid, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She had not been infected for two years, so she would not be so unlucky this time!
Zhou Qiao originally left the reporter's question session to Wen Lan, but seeing that she was absent-minded, she took it alone.
Wen Lan was only responsible for introducing the newly established men's high-end studio to everyone.
The press conference lasted more than an hour.
Before the end, Zhou Qiao distributed the red envelopes that had been prepared long ago to the media present, and smiled and reminded: "Everyone, the red envelopes are not big, but the affection is important. Please say a few good words about TT in the subsequent reports!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou!"
"Sister Qiao, please do it!"
Most of the media who came to the scene have senior cooperation with TT, and they all smiled and assured Zhou Qiao.
The crowd in the venue dispersed, and Wen Lan was still sitting in her seat in a daze.
"I saw that you were absent-minded these days. What's wrong?" Zhou Qiao sat next to Wen Lan again and stuffed a bottle of unopened purified water into her hand.
Wen Lan supported her forehead with one hand, "Nothing. I have been busy these days and have been exhausted. I haven't recovered yet."
"The body temperature is normal." Zhou Qiao reached out and touched her forehead, "The mood and mood are not good-I suggest you buy an early pregnancy test strip to test it."
"Think too much!" Wen Lan smiled and shook her head, picked up her handbag and coat and prepared to leave.
Zhou Qiao suddenly remembered something and laughed gossipingly: "'Feast' is also holding a new product launch conference in the next venue. The heroine of the game launched this time has the same name as you, called 'Lanlan', and the hero's name is just 'Yan'!"
Wen Lan took a breath of cold air.
Xie Yansheng came to make trouble for her again!
"I heard that after the press conference, the game character figures will be randomly distributed. I'm going to try my luck next door now!"
Zhou Qiao patted her shoulder and advised distressedly, "You look very bad. If you really can't, take a good rest in the afternoon and don't go to the company."
"It's okay, I'll just go out and get some fresh air." Seeing Zhou Qiao was about to leave, Wen Lan also stood up and walked out of the venue.
TT's press conference has ended, and the new product launch of "Feast" next door is in full swing.
Zhou Qiao made a "bye-bye" gesture to Wen Lan and squeezed in from the back door.
Wen Lan was waiting for the elevator, and two reporters with small cameras chased her and took a lot of photos of her.
She subconsciously covered her face with her handbag.
"In a game just released by 'Feast', the male and female protagonists used the names of Mr. Xie and Designer Wen. Does this mean that the two of them are going to reunite?"
A reporter asked Wen Lan in rapid-fire fashion.
Wen Lan knew that it was best to remain silent at this time, because no matter what she said, it might be cut off and posted online.
At this time, the elevator door opened, and Wen Lan raised her foot to go in, but unexpectedly, another reporter took the lead and blocked the elevator entrance, cutting off Wen Lan's retreat.
"Designer Wen, let's chat for a few words. We can't delay you too much."
"Just tell us whether you and Mr. Xie are really divorced or fake divorce?"
The two were like two dog-skin plasters, tightly sticking to Wen Lan.
Wen Lan wanted to go down the stairs, but when she turned around, her steps were too hasty, and her high heels slipped and sprained her right foot!
She bent over in pain, pressed hard on the swollen instep, and a layer of cold sweat soon covered her forehead.
"Designer Wen, please cooperate. We just want to know--" The two reporters ignored her sprained ankle and pointed the camera at Wen Lan again.
Wen Lan had no strength to stand up, so she hurriedly reached for her phone in her bag and prepared to call Zhou Qiao.
Xie Yansheng's low voice sounded behind her: "What's wrong?"
She didn't respond, lowered her head and bit her lip while holding the phone in her palm.
"Tea is prepared at the venue. If you two have anything to know, you can go to the venue and ask me instead of chasing a woman and chattering!" Xie Yansheng scolded harshly without any warmth.
"Sorry, Mr. Xie, we are just curious about your current relationship with Designer Wen. We don't mean anything else. We won't bother you for now!"
The two reporters came to Wen Lan, wanting to get words from her so that they could write a bunch of nonsense and post them online to gain clicks and traffic.
Because in the past two years, any gossip related to Xie Yansheng will become a hot topic.
But when the two saw Xie Yansheng show up, they knew they couldn't get away with it, so they didn't dare to ask any more questions and left quickly.
Wen Lan found Zhou Qiao's phone number, but before she dialed it, Xie Yansheng took it away.
She was about to get angry, but Xie Yansheng's right hand had already fallen on her swollen right foot, and he said with a sigh: "Sprained ankle?"
"Give me back my phone, I'll let Zhou Qiao come over." Such a simple few words made her frown several times in pain.
"Am I not a human?" Xie Yansheng said, rolling up his sleeves, picked her up, and quickly freed up one hand to press the elevator key.
Wen Lan pulled Xie Yansheng's shirt and made a final struggle, "Put me down! I'll bother anyone but you!"
"Your feet are so swollen that you can't even drive." Xie Yansheng's arm around her waist suddenly tightened, and she screamed in pain and calmed down.
The last time Xie Yansheng hugged her like this was when they were preparing for pregnancy in the old house of the Xie family.
When Xie Yansheng came back from a social event in the evening, she found a lipstick mark on his shirt, and she was angry on the spot. Xie Yansheng picked her up in a flattering way and carried her from the first floor to the second floor.
"Don't move. Although spraining your ankle is not a serious matter, if you don't do it well, you won't be able to walk for ten days or half a month." Xie Yansheng knocked her.
After arriving at the basement, she cooperated and opened Xie Yansheng's car door.
After settling her down, Xie Yansheng started the engine and threw her a bottle of water and a clean towel, "The water is cold, wet the towel and apply it first."
"Thank you." She responded insincerely and did as she was told.
As the car drove out of the basement, Xie Yansheng's cell phone rang.
Because he had the habit of connecting his phone to the car's Bluetooth, the phone number of "Li Duan" popped up on the central control screen in the car.
"Mr. Xie, it's your turn to promote the product soon-"
"I'm busy, let Vice President Chen do it for me." Xie Yansheng interrupted Li Duan, "Please also turn down the lunch with Mr. Ma at noon."
Li Duan agreed timidly.
After the call ended, Wen Lan was restless, "You go and do your work, just drop me off at the intersection ahead."
"It's hard to walk now, and you're still being pretentious!" Xie Yansheng suddenly frowned, "I called you more than a dozen times yesterday, but you didn't answer. Where were you?"