Chapter 305 Gossip
Before Wen Lan could say hello, Zhou Qiao came up to her with a smile and gave her a big hug.
She originally had a lot to say to Zhou Qiao, but Jiang Jingci was beside her. After greeting Zhou Qiao, she said perfunctorily, "Mr. Jiang is here too."
"I haven't seen Zhou Qiao for a while. I happened to be passing by here and came to take a look." Jiang Jingci gave an extremely fake reason.
"Lan Lan, the turnover of our men's clothing department has reached a new height this month." Zhou Qiao turned on the landline and said with a smile, "If everything goes well, we will get dividends at the end of the year."
Wen Lan walked to Zhou Qiao's side and leaned over to stare at the computer screen.
The two talked about the performance of the men's haute couture studio to the fashion show early next month. Jiang Jingci only listened quietly without interrupting.
"We were so busy talking that we forgot about Lao Jiang." When Zhou Qiao's attention turned to Jiang Jingci, Jiang Jingci had already stood up and was about to leave.
"You guys talk slowly, I have to take a step first." Jiang Jingci smiled at the corner of his lips and glanced across Wen Lan's face.
Zhou Qiao walked him to the stairs and then turned back, sighing and shaking his head: "Old Jiang, he came here just to see you, but he left without saying a few words. It's really weird!"
Wen Lan didn't go on, and then talked about the TT show early next month, "This time, please ask Sister Su to give you something more. It's almost the end of the year. I plan to improve the performance of Lincheng, and I won't come back before the end of the year." ”
"It's okay if you don't come back for TT's year-end show!" Zhou Qiao immediately rejected her idea, "You don't have to come to help with the early preparations, but you must be there on the day of the show!"
"Okay, okay!" Wen Lan had no choice but to agree.
It was approaching noon. Wen Lan wanted to have a customized box lunch with her colleagues, but Zhou Qiao insisted on inviting her to lunch.
"You finally come back to Jiangcheng. Eat whatever you want. No matter how far it is, I will drive you there."
"Then let's go to Linjiang Road to eat hotpot." Wen Lan blurted out.
Since Nuannuan died young, apart from work, she has been like a walking corpse, and she no longer has high requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
The two walked out of the TT side by side. Wen Lan was relieved that Jiang Jingci had left, thus avoiding unnecessary embarrassment.
After lunch, Zhou Qiao drove Wen Lan to the airport. Only then did Wen Lan remember that he and Xie Yansheng had not taken any measures last night.
After saying goodbye to Zhou Qiao, she did not rush into the security check channel. Instead, she found a pharmacy and bought some morning sickness medicine. When she was checking out, she saw Jiang Jingci standing next to the cashier.
She hurriedly lowered her eyes, trying to pretend she didn't see it, but Jiang Jingci had already said hello in a hoarse voice, "Sorry, I came to see you off without your permission."
"You go wait for me outside the pharmacy first. I'll be out right away." Wen Lan didn't want him to see the box of post-mortem medicine, so she ordered him to be kicked out.
But Jiang Jingci was so attentive. The corner of his eye had already fallen on the pill box in the cashier's hand, and his expression instantly condensed.
"Beauty, do you want to pay by cash or electronically?" the cashier asked politely with a smile as she put the morning-after pill into a black bag.
"WeChat." Wen Lan hurriedly flashed the payment code to the payment desk and put the black bag into his bag.
This kind of after-effect medicine should usually be taken within 24 hours, so she thought of waiting until Lincheng before taking it.
Jiang Jingci originally came with joy and hope, but now he felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a dead fly.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for seeing me off. It's time for me to go to the security check." Wen Lan didn't want to get involved with Jiang Jingci anymore, so she pulled her suitcase and walked towards the security check channel.
The title "Mr. Jiang" made Jiang Jingci feel uncomfortable, but he still chased after him, "Your flight has more than an hour left, let's chat for a while."
"What do you want to talk about, Mr. Jiang?" She quickened her pace and had no intention of staying.
"Let's talk about your ex-husband, Mr. Xie, right?" Jiang Jingci went straight to the point without making any detours.
Wen Lan shook his head indifferently, "Sorry, I don't want to hear it."
"In the past few months since you were away from Jiangcheng, Mr. Xie's game industry has become more and more prosperous." Jiang Jingci said with ridicule in his tone, "You may not know yet, Mr. Xie will be a father in the next year. It is said that An Zhen is still pregnant with a boy."
An Zhen had already told Wen Lan about being pregnant with a boy on the phone, but Jiang Jingci's words did not stir up much excitement in Wen Lan's heart.
Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Jingci said again, "Wen Lan, it will be impossible for you and Xie Yansheng in this life."
"What do Mr. Jiang want to prove by gossiping like this?" Wen Lan was stunned and asked, "Is it possible that Xie Yansheng and I will be impossible in this life, but will it be possible with Mr. Jiang?"
Jiang Jingci was speechless and froze in place.
Watching Wen Lan's slender figure walk into the security checkpoint, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
As the smoke filled the air, he became more and more irritable. He took out his mobile phone and found Wen Lan's number. He tried several times but still couldn't dial it.
It has been eight months since Wen Lan left Jiangcheng, and he has been waiting for eight months.
During these eight months, he lived like a year.
Every night, his obsession with Wen Lan was like an unsolvable curse, which made him miserable.
This year is coming to an end soon, and he doesn't know how long he will have to wait in this hopeless life...
He knew that even if Wen Lan was a hundred times more ruthless, he would never look back.
Wen Lan returned to Lincheng and started busy work again.
Without the fetters of her children, she puts all her energy into maintaining customers and ensuring the quality of ready-made garments.
Since she came to Lincheng, she has never designed clothes again. Fortunately, the tastes and preferences of several designers can fully cater to the high-end market, which saves her a lot of trouble.
At the end of the month, the Internet was flooded with news that TT would hold a year-end show in Jiangcheng.
This time, Zhou Qiao not only invited two supermodels who had just become famous in the international modeling industry, but also invited a hot young actress in the entertainment industry to promote the show.
TT's previous wonderful catwalk clips were once again posted online by the water army hired by Zhou Qiao, and they were swiped like crazy.
No matter which mobile video software is opened, the first thing that pops up is TT's fashion show.
Even though Wen Lan was far away in Lincheng, she still felt the familiar tension.
Two days before the year-end show, Wen Lan returned to Jiangcheng again.
Zhou Qiao directly arranged her to be a "supervisor" at the show, and then went to discuss advertising cooperation with several business tycoons.
Throughout the show, whether it was the director, lighting, model, or logistics security, they would chase her and call "Designer Wen" whenever they had something to do. After a day, Wen Lan was so tired that her back and waist ached.
At 8:30 in the evening, Wen Lan had dinner with everyone.
While chatting happily with Sister Su and a few others, her cell phone rang.
She thought there was a problem in some department again, so she clicked it without even looking at it. Xie Yansheng's low voice slowly sounded, "You're back——"