I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

After Wen Wan and Nuan Xi chatted for a few words, their mood improved slightly.

She looked at the camera, her eyes full of love, "Nuan Nuan, it's very late, it's time to go to bed."

"Okay, good night, sister."

Nuan Xi smiled lightly.

"Good night, have a sweet dream!" Wen Wan always maintained her elder sister's tenderness towards her sister.

Her parents died unexpectedly. The years she lived with her sister were hard but also happy.

After gathering herself, Wen Wan put down her phone and took her pajamas to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, she lay on the soft big bed, closed her eyes, and dreamed that she was holding embroidery thread and needles when she was a child, and was detained by the neighbor's aunt to embroider. Every time she pressed the needle, no matter how she embroidered, the silver needle in her hand always seemed to be embroidered. It is full of gaps and lacks clear layers. Every time when you are so anxious that you are sweating profusely, you only need to practice it a few times to make rapid progress and become familiar with the movements.

After a dreamless night, Wen Wan woke up earlier than usual. Her sleep had become much worse since she signed the divorce agreement with He Lanchen.

If you can't sleep well, it's better to go to the studio in advance and rush to make Qiao Yiyi's customized cheongsam early, so that they can reduce the number of meetings.

Two weeks later, the cheongsam was finished ahead of schedule. Su Su called Qiao Yiyi and asked her to come and collect it.

"I'm anxious to perform on stage, so be it! I'll send you the address and you take a taxi to bring it here." Qiao Yiyi hung up the phone without waiting for Su Su to reply.

She sent a text message to Su Su with a detailed address.

When Su Su saw the address sent by Qiao Yiyi, her scalp suddenly became numb, "I'm so annoyed. The life of a worker is also his life. This has to go half way around the city. Who can afford the taxi fare?"

Wen Wan, who was passing by the front hall, heard the assistant's wailing. She wiped her hands with a tissue and stood aside and asked with concern, "You look in pain."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Sister Wanwan, I have to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday tonight. I can't afford the pain of a long-distance relationship. The place where I sent the cheongsam is too far away, and it's very difficult to have a child."

Su Su held her cheeks with both hands and spoke heart-wrenching words.

Wen Wan thought that it would not be easy for Su Su's boyfriend to come to Jiangcheng, so she took the initiative to deliver the cheongsam.

"Let's have a sweet love!" She reached out and touched the assistant's little head.

Su Su is the same age as her sister, and Wen Wan always takes care of the young man unconsciously at work.

Wen Wan packed her bag, put on her cheongsam and went to deliver the clothes with her address.

After taking a taxi to the theater, she got off the car and looked for it according to the address given by Su Su. When she walked to the door of the dressing room, she heard laughter and laughter coming from inside.

"Yiyi, who gave you this calla lily? It goes very well with the role you are dancing today." The students from the dance troupe gathered around her and cheered.

Qiao Yiyi's eyes fell on the mirror. The man standing in the opposite direction was talking on the phone with his back to them.

"A gift from my boyfriend."

Qiao Yiyi showed off happily.

Wen Wan outside the door heard her calling He Lanchen "boyfriend", but she never expected that the two of them would confirm their relationship just after their divorce. How impatient was this?

"Wow! It turns out that the head of the He family is your boyfriend. Oh my gosh, that's a century-old family. It doesn't have much financial resources. It's just a branch that can pick out a person who is rare in all fields." The student sighed again.

Wen Wan raised her hand and knocked on the door, "Sorry to excuse you, I'm here to deliver clothes."

Qiao Yiyi heard a familiar voice. She looked up to make sure she recognized the right person, pushed the chair away and stood up.

"Ms. Wen, are you here for a quick delivery again?"

There was concern in her words, but contemptuous ridicule in her eyes.

Wen Wan didn't bother to explain to her. She took out the receipt from her bag and handed it to Qiao Yiyi, "Please sign this receipt."

He Lanchen just ended the call and walked towards them.

When he saw Wen Wan, he frowned in displeasure and said, "Are you following me?"

Qiu Yiyi heard He Lanchen's misunderstanding about Wen Wan, and she didn't want to help solve the problem.

When the students of the dance troupe heard Qiao Yiyi introduce He Lanchen as her boyfriend, Wen Wan naturally became the "mistress" in their eyes.

"No, is it so disgusting? Even as a mistress, you have to be honest."

"Yiyi, you have a good temper. If it were me, I would have pulled her hair a long time ago."

Wen Wan put the order in her hand into her bag and looked at the cheongsam in Qiao Yiyi's hand. "If the buckle falls off, customization will take time. Free after-sales service will be provided for the first time, but additional payment will be required later."

She briefly explained the precautions for cheongsam.

"Young Master He, you are Yiyi's boyfriend. This cheongsam will look beautiful on her. You are indeed very discerning in choosing it."

Qiao Yiyi was holding her mobile phone and was about to pay the balance when the student took the opportunity to ask her to assume the "main palace position."

Wen Wan heard someone calling him Qiao Yiyi's boyfriend in front of He Lanchen. He did not explain in front of the dance troupe students. When everyone's saliva threatened to drown her out, he did not stand up to clear her grievances.

"Well, I'll pay the balance."

He Lanchen nodded imperceptibly.

Wen Wan wanted to laugh. It turns out that this is how it feels to be favored.

In front of them, her three-year marriage to He Lanchen seemed like a big joke.

"Sir, are you using WeChat or Alipay?" As if she didn't recognize them, Wen Wan blankly took out her mobile phone and asked them to pay the balance of the cheongsam.

He Lanchen frowned when he heard Wen Wan call him "Sir", and settled the remaining balance of the cheongsam in great displeasure.

"Miss Qiao, it's a pleasure to serve you. Goodbye."

Wen Wan bowed slightly to Qiao Yiyi and walked out of the dressing room without looking back.

After walking out of the dressing room, she walked out of the theater dejectedly carrying her canvas bag, and walked to a chair by the roadside to sit down.

She looked up at the sky above her head, which was cloudless, just like her mood at this time.

"Miss Wen." Jiang Tianyu walked to the bench and sat down next to Wen Wan.

Wen Wan came out of her daze and said, "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Tianyu paused when he heard what she called him, "I'm short of a female companion tonight. I'm worried about not being able to find one. Can Miss Wen help me for once?"

Wen Wan wanted to refuse, but then she thought about Jiang Tianyu sending her home that night, and she couldn't bear it.

"By the way, can I not wear a dress?" She frowned with a headache, her expression was frank and cute.

Jiang Tianyu reached out and patted Wen Wan on the head, "You don't have to wear the dress, but the hostess of tonight's party likes embroidery, so I can only help you here."

Wen Wan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the dress code. She had a unique cheongsam at home, which was given to her by her teacher when she was a student.

"Well, what time will it arrive?"

She confirmed the time with Jiang Tianyu.

He pointed to the car parked not far away, "Let's go get something to eat first and then send you to change clothes. The time is just right."

Wen Wan no longer hesitated, stood up and picked up the canvas bag, "Let's go then!"

They got on the car one after another, and He Lanchen happened to see them.

"Achen, do you think that's Miss Wen?" Qiao Yiyi pointed slightly and pretended to speak casually.

The face of the man in the driver's seat was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the fingers holding the steering wheel were blue and white.