I can copy the three thousand avenues

Xie Yansheng's words were not only filled with jealousy, but also with deep hostility.

Wen Lan's feeling of cowardice from Xie's mother could no longer be suppressed and exploded in an instant!

"Mr. Xie is right, Jiang Jingci helped me again this time! I was about to buy some things and go to Qiushuitai to say thank you!"

She knew what words would make Xie Yansheng angry the most, so she deliberately retorted.

Xie Yansheng at the other end was furious when he heard this, "I will apologize to you on behalf of my mother right now. You are not allowed to go to Qiushuitai, let alone see Jiang Jingci!"

"Apologise?" She suddenly laughed out loud, "Your mother used the most vicious words to humiliate me in front of a group of people at the elevator entrance of the hospital, and scolded me for interfering in your marriage. You can wipe it out with a simple apology. Harm to me?"

"I'm sorry, Wen Lan." Xie Yansheng gradually calmed down and said guiltily, "It's my fault that I haven't dealt with my troubles yet."

"Since you haven't dealt with your troubles yet, go deal with it! Don't bother me again!" She ended the call directly after saying that.

Xie Yansheng called twice more, but she didn't answer.

She was so humiliated by Xie Yansheng this time that she vowed to teach Xie Yansheng a lesson!

Driving to TT, everyone gathered around her as soon as she entered, asking about Zhou Qiao's current situation.

"Mr. Zhou has a broken right leg and needs to rest." She did not elaborate on Zhou Qiao's injury. "I will stay in Jiangcheng recently and be responsible for all the affairs of the studio."

Everyone heard the news yesterday that Zhao Huan passed away in a car accident. Wen Lan didn't say anything and didn't ask any more questions. They made a verbal appointment to wait until Zhou Qiao came out of the ICU before visiting the hospital.

If Wen Lan hadn't practiced in Lincheng for several months, he would be in a hurry to take over Jiangcheng's side now.

Now, she is already familiar with the operation of TT.

However, Jiangcheng has one more men's haute couture and traditional wedding dress couture studio than Lincheng, and the workload obviously exceeds that of Lincheng.

Before getting off work in the evening, the front desk knocked on the door and came in with a look of panic on his face: "Sister Qiao has always been in charge of Mr. Jiang. Last time, Sister Qiao got the wrong color of two of Mr. Jiang's shirts. Now that Mr. Jiang is here, we don't dare to do anything to Mr. Jiang." Tell the truth, can Designer Wen go talk to Mr. Jiang?”

"Which Mr. Jiang?" Wen Lan asked casually, thinking he was a client he didn't know.

"That's Mr. Jiang Jingci." The front desk smiled sheepishly, "Mr. Jiang has been ordering clothes in the studio for the past two years. Today is the day when the two shirts he ordered last month will be delivered, but Sister Qiao remembered it wrong at the time. Got the color——”

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Wen Lan hurriedly got up and went downstairs.

As soon as he reached the first floor, he saw Jiang Jingci sitting in the public waiting area.

At this time, Jiang Jingci had changed out of the black suit he wore in the hospital and wore casual clothes with good quality.

Even though his facial features were not as stunning as Xie Yansheng's, his elegant and calm temperament still firmly attracted the attention of several female shop assistants.

With just one glance, Wen Lan could tell that Jiang Jingci was wearing clothes from TT Men's Haute Couture Studio.

After Jiang Jingci saw her, he smiled before saying anything: "Let me make it clear first that I'm here to pick up the shirt I ordered last time, not to show my presence in front of you."

"There's something wrong with those two shirts. Mr. Jiang, can you wait for another three days?" She now treated Jiang Jingci as a merchant would treat a customer, respectful and polite.

Jiang Jingci crossed his legs and cast his deep gaze on her, "I'm not too strict about clothes. As long as it's innocuous, it doesn't matter."

"I won't hide it from you, we got the colors of the two shirts wrong." Wen Lan simply showed off his cards and looked at the shopping guide aside, "Xiao Li, help me get Mr. Jiang's two shirts."

Xiao Li readily agreed and ran quickly to the men's clothing studio.

Wen Lan took the initiative to pour a glass of water for Jiang Jingci and handed it over.

"I never dreamed that I would enjoy this kind of treatment in my life. I'm really flattered." Jiang Jingci stood up in a hurry and stretched out his hands to take it.

Wen Lan was afraid of touching his fingers and let go of the water glass in advance. Unexpectedly, the water glass rubbed Jiang Jingci's palm and slid to the floor!

All the water in the cup splashed onto Jiang Jingci's brand new black handmade leather shoes.

"I'm sorry!" She regretfully grabbed a stack of tissues from the table and handed it to Jiang Jingci, "I didn't mean it!"

"Even if you did it on purpose, what can I do to you?" Jiang Jingci's voice was a bit playful, and he deliberately moved closer to her when he took the tissue.

She never dreamed that Jiang Jingci would tease her in such a nonsensical tone, so she hurriedly stepped back and took some distance.

At this time, Xiao Li came holding two gray boxes containing shirts.

Wen Lan took it and opened it, took out the neatly folded shirt, and looked at Jiang Jingci who had already polished his shoes, "I'm really sorry, the light blue striped ones have become dark blue, and the gray has become brown. I Let the craftsman work overtime immediately to ensure that Mr. Jiang will be able to wear the new shirt he likes in three days."

"These two colors are also good." Jiang Jingci glanced at the two shirts lightly, "Since the ready-made clothes are out, I won't bother. You should be more careful in the future."

"Thank you for your understanding." Wen Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Jiang, please rest assured that we will never make such a low-level mistake again."

"Have you made too many stupid mistakes?" Jiang Jingci had something to say, and his eyes were a little sharper.

She pursed her lips and didn't respond.

If she hadn't been in charge of Jiangcheng's TT Studio, she would have mercilessly attacked Jiang Jingci.

But now, Jiang Jingci is the studio's top quality client, and she can only act as a servile servant.

"You should get off work soon. Can you please have dinner with me?" Jiang Jingci looked at his watch and asked casually.

"Qiaoqiao is in the hospital. I have a lot of work to do. I have to work overtime these days. Let's make an appointment later." She put away her former edges and corners and said it very tactfully.

"If you don't want to go, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush." ​​Jiang Jingci put the two shirts back into the original box. "Since Miss Wen has to work overtime, I'd better go back to Qiushuitai to accompany my daughter."

Hearing him mention Yangyang, Wen Lan's heart tensed up inexplicably, "Is Yangyang okay?"

"Don't worry Miss Wen, my daughter is fine." Jiang Jingci's eyebrows were full of unconcealed joy, "From this week, Yangyang has started early childhood education classes."

"It's really hard for a six-month-old baby to go to early childhood education classes." Wen Lan murmured sincerely, "If it were my daughter, I would be satisfied as long as she lived a healthy and happy life."

"I only have two children, Jiang Guan and Jiang Yang. If I don't train them as successors, I'm afraid I won't be able to retire at the age of 60." Jiang Jingci's eyes were calm and deep. "I originally wanted to retire at the age of 40, but in the past two years, I have invested in several fields that I have never been involved in. I can't stop for three to five years."

Wen Lan then remembered the dispute between him and Xie Yansheng over the unfinished building, and said earnestly, "Old Jiang, stop it, and don't make boring squeezes with Xie Yansheng anymore--"