A few days ago, Mo Feifei went to the hospital to visit Wen Ran, and Wen Ran handed over the deed to Qingyuan to her.
As long as Qingyuan is not sold and is in the hands of their own people, it doesn't matter how Mo Feifei treats Wen Ran.
Qingyuan had been in disrepair for a long time, and now after the renovation, Wen Ran could hardly recognize it.
Wen Ran pressed the screen and replied to Mo Feifei, "I'm being discharged today. Don't worry about me. My wounds are much better now."
As long as you don't exert any force on your arms, you won't feel any pain.
Mo Feifei's voice message came again, "Then you should have a good rest. Remember to come and see Qingyuan when it's fully renovated. Oh, and I specially reserved the largest room for you. It's decorated in a French princess style~"
At the end of the speech, Mo Feifei was extremely proud.
Wen Ran chuckled. Did Mo Feifei treat her as a princess?
Wen Ran typed back: [OK]
The chat between the two ended here.
Wen Ran was just about to put down his phone when a call came in. It was Jiang Yiyi.
Wen Ran almost forgot that he hadn't been to Hejingyuan for a long time.
At the beginning, Mr. Jiang asked her to take a few days every month to accompany Jiang Yiyi. Now that she thinks about it, it seems that she has only been there once.
I also met Shang Jingchi. Fortunately, Mr. Jiang didn't say anything these days.
Wen Ran answered the phone. Jiang Yiyi's voice was small, but she sounded happier than Mo Feifei.
"Sister, I'm on winter vacation!"
Wen Ran smiled, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and chatted with her leisurely.
"Congratulations on your holiday. What are your plans for winter break?"
"Well... I haven't decided yet, but Grandpa is hosting an industry cocktail party tomorrow. Sister, come! I haven't seen you in a long time."
Wen Ran looked at his arms. How could he attend a cocktail party when they were wrapped like dumplings?
"This is also what my grandfather wanted. My sister is the spokesperson for Jiang's wine. He wants you to make an appearance tomorrow, preferably on stage to share the wine you endorse with the guests."
After Jiang Yiyi said this, Wen Ran said directly: "Okay."
She finally understood that Jiang Yiyi was inviting her to the cocktail party on behalf of Jiang Zhengting.
There was no reason for her to refuse the invitation from Party A. Even if her arm was broken, she would have to go, let alone injured.
It's a good opportunity for everyone to see her professionalism.
Jiang Yiyi became even more excited when she heard Wen Ran agree.
"Don't worry, sister. Grandpa will definitely pay for your invitation. In addition, the company has released two new fruit wines, and will invite you to shoot a promotional advertisement in a few days."
Advertising fees and endorsement fees are calculated separately.
Wen Ran remembered that it was written in the contract that after shooting an advertisement, after deducting the company's commission, she could make a net profit of hundreds of thousands of yuan.
Who would complain about having too much money?
"No problem!" Wen Ran agreed immediately.
Jiang Yiyi laughed happily, her voice as clear as a silver bell, but a little low in pitch.
"See you tomorrow, sister!" Jiang Yiyi hung up the phone.
Wen Ran put down her phone and went to the cloakroom to see if she had a suitable long-sleeved dress.
Anything to cover the gauze on her arm.
In order to make tomorrow seem more formal, Wen Ran also informed Xiao Zhao that he planned to let her go with him.
By seven o'clock in the evening, Shang Jingchi still hadn't returned. Wen Ran sat at the dining table waiting, her stomach growling.
Wu Xiumei couldn't bear to watch it any longer. "Miss Wen, why don't you eat first? I'm saving some food for the young master in the kitchen! He won't mind."
Wu Xiumei had a strong premonition.
If Shang Jingchi came back and saw Wen Ran was always hungry, he would definitely get angry at her and scold her for not being able to take care of others.
"The young master is busy at the company. When Miss Wen didn't come often, the young master would work overtime until after ten o'clock before coming back." Wu Xiumei said again.
It was because Wen Ran was here that Shang Jingchi changed his schedule to come back at five or six o'clock.
It took Wu Xiumei several days to adapt to the situation.
Wen Ran thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, I won't wait for him." She had originally wanted to wait for Shang Jingchi to come back and talk to him about attending the cocktail party tomorrow.
Given Shang Jingchi's personality, he definitely didn't want her to go, and Wen Ran was ready to persuade her by both soft and hard means.
Wu Xiumei's face lit up with a smile. "Okay, Miss Wen, I'll go to the kitchen and bring dinner over."
Wu Xiumei brought dinner, and Shang Jingchi still hadn't come back after Wen Ran finished eating.
She simply went back to her room, washed up and went to bed.
The doctor said that getting more sleep will help the wound heal faster.
When she was half asleep, Wen Ran vaguely felt that the place beside her had sunk, and then a heavy and slightly cold body pressed on her.
"Why don't you ask me why I didn't come back?" The voice was so cold that it made people shiver.
Wen Ran opened his sleepy eyes, and was instantly frightened by Shang Jingchi's face so close to him.
"Mr. Shang!"
I don’t know what time it is now. There is no light in the room, but there is a small light on in the bathroom next door.
But because the room was large and the bathroom was far away, Wen Ran still couldn't see Shang Jingchi's specific facial features and could only make out his general outline.
"Jingchi, when did you come back? Have you eaten?" Wen Ran wanted to sit up, but he was unable to do so.
Shang Jingchi usually looks thin when he wears clothes, but he is actually very heavy and his muscles are as hard as rocks.
"I just came back and haven't eaten yet." Shang Jingchi answered Wen Ran's questions one by one, sounding obviously unhappy.
"Let's go eat! Auntie Wu has left some food for you. If you don't like it, ask her to make it for you again." As he said that, Wen Ran reached out to touch the desk lamp.
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