Chapter 233: Hard-mouthed
Jiang Jingci's voice was originally gentle, and now it had a seductive tone because of desire.
For Wen Lan, who was worried, she could only hear that there was no room for maneuver, nothing else.
"There is a special measuring room outside, please follow me." Wen Lan lowered her eyes and greeted him reluctantly.
"Bring the measuring tape and measure it here." Jiang Jingci sat on the sofa, his slender fingers tapping on the coffee table slowly.
Wen Lan was slightly stunned.
Jiang Jingci obviously didn't say anything too much, but she felt uncomfortable all over.
"Is there a problem?" Jiang Jingci asked in a gentle voice.
"No problem, wait a moment." Wen Lan knew that she couldn't escape, so she smiled calmly, "I'll go get the measuring tape."
Jiang Jingci's eyes were fixed on her slender back until she left.
Soon, Wen Lan returned with the measuring tape.
When Jiang Jingci saw Xiao Li following behind, his face immediately sank.
Wen Lan saw the displeasure on his face and explained, "Let me measure your size, Xiao Li will take care of the record."
"Sorry, I just received a call, a friend needs me to pick him up at the airport, I can't measure now." Jiang Jingci deliberately looked at his phone, "We can only make an appointment another day."
Wen Lan hadn't figured out how to reply, Jiang Jingci had already pushed the door and left.
"Mr. Jiang looks very unhappy, is it because I shouldn't be here?" Xiao Li had long seen that Jiang Jingci was interested in Wen Lan, and asked carefully.
"No." Although Wen Lan was stubborn, she had already begun to regret it.
If she knew that she could not avoid the fifteenth day, she should have helped Jiang Jingci just now and measured his size alone.
If she didn't measure this time, Jiang Jingci would definitely not give up, and would specify her to measure next time!
Wen Lan quickly adjusted her mentality and threw herself into her busy work.
She planned to go to "Youchuang Education" to find Wen Zuming after get off work, wanting to finish her afternoon work in advance.
Just before leaving get off work, Jiang Jingci's call rang.
She had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, so she didn't answer the call at first, but Jiang Jingci was very persistent and kept calling.
She had no choice but to click the answer button and called out "Old Jiang" with a sense of propriety.
"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow morning, so I only have time now. Come to my house and measure the size of the clothes." Jiang Jingci said slowly.
Jiang Jingci is now a high-quality customer of TT Men's Haute Couture Studio. His first purchase was four suits and four shirts. She couldn't find any reason to refuse!
She bit her lip and agreed without thinking.
Anyway, this happened, so the sooner it ended, the sooner it was over!
Wen Lan drove to "Youchuang Education" first and met Wen Zuming who was having dinner smoothly.
"Aunt!" Wen Zuming threw himself into Wen Lan's arms when he saw her and complained, "All my electronic products were confiscated by my mother. My mother has been keeping a close eye on me recently! She sends me to cram school every day after school!"
"Last time you said on the phone that our relative was in the 'Yihe Sanatorium' in Gangcheng, but Auntie didn't find him when she went there?" Wen Lan didn't have time to greet him and went straight to the point.
Wen Zuming's mouth was tight, and his big round eyes kept blinking, "I heard my father say 'Yihe Sanatorium' on the phone!"
"Think about it carefully, what did your father say?" Wen Lan took his hand and came to a secluded corner.
"Dad wasn't home at the time, so I called grandma. Grandma had tinnitus, so she had to turn on the speakerphone every time she answered the phone. I heard dad say--" Wen Zuming suddenly lowered his voice, "The bitch in the Yihe Nursing Home won't live for a few days. If they didn't want to use her to hang her daughter, they might as well let her die--"
Wen Lan felt a dull pain in her heart, and asked anxiously: "What did they say again?"
"Grandma said that it's been eight years, and she's spent a lot of money, so it's better to die early and be reborn early!" Wen Zuming tried hard to recall the phone call, "Dad also said that if she really died, just throw her in Hongcheng--Later, grandma saw me listening, so she turned off the speakerphone. I don't know what they said again."
"Good Zuming, think about it again. Is it 'Yihe Nursing Home'?" Wen Lan is now finally sure that Ji Minxin is in Hongcheng.
Wen Zuming touched his head and muttered in deep thought, "Yihe - or Qihe, Jihe - Aunt, I really didn't hear it clearly."
"Okay, ask around. When you have new news, you can borrow the teacher's mobile phone to call Aunt." Wen Lan forced herself to cheer him up.
Wen Zuming asked embarrassedly, "When will Aunt deliver the set of toys she said she would give you?"
"When you bring new news, Aunt will buy it for you." Wen Lan said.
Wen Zuming nodded.
Wen Lan was absent-minded on the way to "Qiu Shui Terrace" and realized to step on the brakes when she ran a red light.
Twenty minutes later, she knocked on the door of Jiang's house.
Jiang Jingci was very thoughtful about her arrival.
A pot of hot fruit tea was boiled, and several imported fruits and exquisite Western pastries were placed on the coffee table in the living room.
The dining table in the dining room was very pleasing to the eye with six dishes and one soup. At first glance, they looked like ordinary home-cooked dishes, but each one was indescribably exquisite.
Wen Lan recognized the food from "Number Nine".
Jiang Jingci was wearing a black casual cardigan with a white T-shirt underneath, which made him look younger than a suit.
Wen Lan walked into the living room and immediately opened her work bag.
"You've been busy all day. Eat first and then measure the size." Jiang Jingci poured her a cup of fruit tea and handed it to her.
She was thinking about Ji Minxin, and with the reaction of early pregnancy, she had no appetite at all.
"Old Jiang, I have to meet a client after measuring the size, so I won't have dinner." She took the teacup and put it on the small table beside her.
Jiang Jingci's eyebrows were full of loneliness, and he still tactfully tested: "Eating a meal won't take up much time, don't you give me any face?"
"The size measured by formal clothes is more accurate, I'm not sure about casual clothes, you should change into formal clothes." Wen Lan avoided his words and got straight to the point.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Jingci's voice was dim.
Wen Lan sat on a chair, opened the search engine on her mobile phone, entered "Gangcheng Yihe", "Gangcheng Qihe" and "Gangcheng Jihe", and searched.
Except for the two old news about "Yihe" that she had long been familiar with, there was no news related to the "Qihe" and "Jihe" sanatoriums.
She became more and more certain that Wen Zuming must have heard the homophony!
Jiang Jingci's footsteps interrupted her thoughts.
She hurriedly got up, but unexpectedly her eyes went dark and she fell on the chair.
At this moment, her mind was blank, and she felt weak all over. She felt comfortable only when she lay down.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Jingci, who had changed into formal clothes, walked over quickly and touched her pale forehead anxiously. "The body temperature is fine."
"Low blood sugar, just eat some sweets." She adjusted her sitting position and said weakly.
Jiang Jingci's eyes were like a deep pool, and he could no longer hide his heartache and pity. He suddenly reached out and picked her up.