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

Wen Wan was so panicked that she held the phone tightly and tightly, her palms becoming wet.

what to do? Will He Lanchen discover the secret of her secret love hidden deep in her heart?

He must think it's disgusting to have a crush on her, right?

It must be.

She pretended to be calm, but her heart was in turmoil. If he hadn't asked this before the divorce, she might have admitted it. But now that they have signed a divorce, any amount of love will only be a stumbling block on this road.

He Lanchen didn't wait for her answer, he said to himself, "It shouldn't make sense. If you have a crush on me, how could you act so indifferent and casual."

Can she say that the daily process of getting along with him is all pretending? If she showed too much enthusiasm, it would only arouse his suspicion and disgust.

If He Lanchen could treat her as kindly and as happy as Qiu Yiyi, she might have confessed countless times. However, he only saw Miss Qiao in his eyes and could not tolerate her at all.

"He Shaoyingming, nothing can be hidden from your eyes." Wen Wan complimented him without saltiness.

Now the studio is still waiting for her to deal with it, and she has no time to talk to He Lanchen about her expired relationship.

"Did you get the information that was placed in the villa?"

He Lanchen asked with concern.

When Wen Wan saw that the studio was approaching, she casually said, "I got it. Mr. He, I have to work. Let's do this first."

He Lanchen wanted to say something else, but for the first time Wen Wan hung up the phone before he could.

This feeling was very subtle, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

As soon as Wen Wan got out of the car, a large number of reporters blocked the door of the studio, holding their mobile phones and cameras high, flashes clicking.

He Lanchen, who was following Wen Wan all the way, was sitting in the back seat of the Maybach. Wei Ming, who was driving, was wearing sunglasses. He rolled down the window and glanced ahead. He opened the tablet and handed it to the back seat. "President, something came out of Miss Wen's studio." The problem is, the cheongsam customized by Miss Qiao was found to be plagiarized."

"This kind of low-end studio can be opened in a prime location with a lot of money. The boss behind the scenes is not simple." He Lanchen's slender fingers were swiping on the tablet screen, and his dark eyes were locked on the content posted online.

The sharp words were deliberately aimed at the designer of this cheongsam. He was curious about how low-key the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage embroidery was.

Wei Ming handed another folder to the back seat, "President, this is the result of my investigation. It contains the detailed information of the studio owner."

He Lanchen frowned and took the folder, marveling at the assistant's efficiency.

"Are you teaching me how to do things now?" he asked coldly.

Wei Ming took off his sunglasses and raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror in the car, "Last time, Miss Wen wore the intangible cultural heritage cheongsam to attend Mrs. Qiao's birthday, so I went to investigate where she worked, just in case. needs."

He Lanchen was satisfied with the assistant's performance at work.

When Wen Wan returned to the workroom, Su Su came to call her and said it was the big boss who invited her.

She opened the door and walked into the office. The big boss was a woman who was nearly forty years old and still had charm. The cheongsam she was wearing outlined her figure, which was bulging forward and backward. Not to mention that men couldn't look away, and even women couldn't look away. Secretly appreciate it.

"Big boss." Wen Wan greeted her.

The big boss glanced at Wen Wan, who reacted coldly. She thought for a long time before speaking, "Since you plagiarized Wan Yue's work, you should stand up and take all responsibility. Do you have any objections to my arrangement?"

Wen Wan thought she would hear a professional analysis, but she didn't expect that what she received was dirty water.

She met the big boss's eyes and spoke in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, "You were a dancer in your early years, and Qiao Yiyi was in a dance troupe. I am an unknown designer who has never shown my face in public. I am doing this business or... If you don’t do it, the outcome will actually be the same.”

The big boss's face froze, and he was obviously surprised that Wen Wan would guess the intricacies of the relationship behind it.

"So is this the reason why you copied Wan Yue's work?" she growled angrily.

Wen Wan knew that her anger was not due to pity for talent, but rather annoyance after having her worries exposed.

"There is a saying that it is difficult to paint a tiger with painted skin and bones."

She objected to plagiarizing Wan Yue.

The big boss looked at Wen Wan coolly, "Anyway, you'd better be smarter when you go out to face the media, otherwise I will make it impossible for you to survive in this industry."

Wen Wan smiled slightly and refused to let go of the phone in her pocket.

"Thank you, big boss, for your care over the years. We will never see you again." She turned around and walked out of the office.

Su Su was standing not far from the corridor. When she saw Wen Wan coming out, she ran forward with concern, "Sister Wanwan, how are you?"

"Xiao Su, I'm leaving. Don't touch fish when you work in the future. There are cameras everywhere in the studio." She touched Su Su's head, as if she was looking at her sister.

She didn't have many things, so she simply packed them away. When she walked out of the workroom, she saw her colleagues looking at her with gossipy eyes. She didn't take the strange looks seriously at all.

When I walked to the door, reporters swarmed around me.

According to the questions prepared earlier, the microphone was put in Wen Wan's face.

"Miss, you copied Wan Yue's work. Don't you know how to write shameless?"

“A dog that plagiarizes will die a good death.”

"Are you crazy about wanting to be famous?"

Facing the constant sarcasm from strangers, Wen Wan's head was buzzing, and her pregnant body could not support their pushing and pushing.

Just as she was about to let go of her hand, a pair of strong arms took the carton in her hand.

"Wei Ming, deal with this group of people and find out which newspaper reporter they are from. I don't want to see them again tomorrow." He Lanchen's tall body stood in front of Wen Wan, like a god descending from the sky.

The reporters present were stunned to the spot by the powerful He Lanchen, and they felt guilty and did not dare to resist.

Wen Wan lowered her head and bit her lip, her eyes moist.

Why is he here?

Shouldn't we stay with the fragile Qiu Yiyi in the hospital?

When Wen Wan was in a daze, her hand was firmly held by a big hand, and she was led away from the place of right and wrong.

The two of them got into the car. He Lanchen put the cardboard box at his feet and stared out the car window with cold eyes, "Did you really do the plagiarism?"

When she heard his question, the gratitude she felt deep in her heart for him disappeared in an instant.

Yes, this is He Lanchen.

You can never stand on her side and only believe what you see with your eyes and hear with your ears.

Why is his trust in Qiu Yiyi so unwavering? It would be better to give her a tenth of this determination.

It's a pity that she can't meet his eyes.