Chapter 183 Your attention comes from you.

Qiao Xin turned around and looked in the direction of Jiang Lan's gaze. She happened to see the man nodding towards Jiang Lan and putting away his mobile phone.

She asked: "Did you ask someone to record it?"

Jiang Lan hummed: "I'm afraid that if someone takes a video, it will be maliciously edited and used to make an article. You will learn a lesson from the experience, so you are prepared."

Already eaten After learning his lesson, Jiang Lan didn't want to cause trouble to Wen Zhiyan all the time.

Qiao Xin agreed with this and gave Jiang Lan a thumbs up:

"You have some brains."

Jiang Lan did not comment on Qiao Xin's compliment.

He pointed to the dark patterns on his clothes and asked Qiao Xin in a low voice: "So, what does arktos mean?"

Qiao Xin is a professional in this field and explained: "How to say, a person in the fashion design world, from A big shot who doesn’t deal with any brand.

“Overseas, many powerful people will ask him to tailor their dresses for the most important occasions, and each piece can be used as a collection.”

“This has nothing to do with wealth . "It represents identity and status, not a commodity, but a work of art."

"Wen Zhiyan's teacher has a close relationship with arktos. I guess the two sets of clothes you and Mr. Wen are wearing must be Mr. Wen's." Prepared for the wedding."

Jiang Lan got goosebumps when she heard these words.

He felt a little strange when Qiao Xin said that Peng Lu's clothes didn't fit him because the dress fit him so well, almost as if it was tailor-made for him.

And Wen Zhiyan was able to bring out these two dresses at exactly this moment, so he had obviously prepared them a long time ago.

But maybe even Wen Zhiyan didn't expect that the clothes he originally planned to wear for the wedding would be taken out on such an insignificant occasion.

Jiang Lan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Guilt, debt, self-blame, and self-denial were all mixed together, making him a little breathless.

In the past, when the two of them lived in poverty, Jiang Lan took everything from him. In the first two years, Wen Zhiyan also did some part-time work. Later, on the one hand, Wen Zhiyan became more and more busy with his studies, and on the other hand, Jiang Lan was reluctant to let go. He refused to let Wen Zhiyan go out anymore and only let him focus on studying and competing.

It was up to Jiang Lan to figure out how to deal with the daily expenses and tuition fees of the two of them.

Although life was hard at that time, Jiang Lan always felt very happy.

Thinking about it now, although all Wen Zhiyan's current actions were like repaying himself, and he tried his best to persuade himself to relax and accept Wen Zhiyan's contribution to him, he still felt that he was not calm enough or at ease because of the huge disparity.

At this moment, he suddenly felt depressed:

"Brother Qiao, tell me, am I not good enough for him?"

Qiao Xin looked at Jiang Lan's lowered eyes and his fluttering eyelashes and said:

" Jiang Lan, I can see clearly that to Wen Zhiyan, none of this is important. No matter what he gives you, he just wants you to be happy and give you enough material security. In the final analysis, everything he has is Please, only you."

Jiang Lan sniffed and was about to say something when the noisy atmosphere around him suddenly became quiet without warning.

Everyone's eyes are focused in the same direction.

Jiang Lan followed everyone's gaze and saw Wen Zhiyan, who was standing tall and tall in a white suit and had a face as delicate as a work of art.

"He's handsome, isn't he? All eyes are on him."

Jiang Lan looked at Wen Zhiyan and said softly to Qiao Xin.

Qiao Xin turned her head and glanced at Jiang Lan intently but with a secretly frustrated expression:

"You have too strong a filter for him, Jiang Lan, aren't you even more eye-catching?"

"Wen Zhiyan's attention comes from As the leader of the Wen family, your focus comes from you."

Jiang Lan understood this truth, but for the first time, he discovered that love can make people become cautious and humble.

He said: "No wonder people have been paying attention to being well-matched since ancient times."

Qiao Xin asked: "Then what are your plans? Break up with him and hand him over to others? Jiang Lan, under this roof, is thinking about Wen Zhiyuan's National People's Congress Someone is here, maybe as you said, he is a match."

Jiang Lan never thought about this. He shook his head: "I would be crazy to give him up."

He thought, maybe in this life, he would. It is impossible to match Wen Zhiyan in terms of money, but this does not mean that it is not possible in other aspects.

Ten years ago, he could be devoted to Wen Zhiyan without any reservation, love him with all his strength, and treat him well.

Although the situation was changing now, he was enjoying it almost enough, and the unhappiness in his heart had long been wiped away by Wen Zhiyan's love.

Next, what he has to do until he dies is to let Wen Zhi speak and be his little princess again.

The first moment Wen Zhiyan stepped into this door, he locked his eyes on Jiang Lan.

He nodded slightly to Jiang Lan as a greeting.

Jiang Lan also directly raised the wine glass in his hand and raised the glass to Wen Zhiyan with a smile.

In public, there is no shyness.

Soon, half of the eyes that fell on Wen Zhiyan were directed towards Jiang Lan.

But neither of them took the next step. They looked away in tacit understanding and each went to deal with the other people they still had to deal with tonight.

Wen Zhiyan's appearance directly brought the atmosphere of tonight's banquet to its first climax.

Countless celebrities and socialites are waiting for the opportunity to chat with the new heir to the old and top wealthy family.

But Wen Zhiyan has his own goals.

The chairman of Jianglan Company personally welcomed Wen Zhiyan's arrival and personally brought the wine glass and handed it to Wen Zhiyan.

"I sent an invitation letter to Mr. Wen, but I didn't expect that Mr. Wen would actually come. It's an honor, an honor."

Wen Zhiyan looked at the slightly fat but polite middle-aged man in front of him and clinked glasses with him:

"Come and join us. I'm just joining in the fun, and I have something to do. I want to talk to Director Zhao."

Director Zhao took Wen Zhiyan to the resting area against the wall of the banquet hall and asked him, "Should we talk here or go

to my office upstairs?"

Sitting at this angle, Yan could see Jiang Lan and Qiao Xin. He sat down directly and said, "This is it."

Director Zhao originally thought that Wen Zhiyan was here to discuss cooperation.

But I always felt that it would be a bit too grand for him to come here in person. Jiang Lan has been too popular recently, and Director Zhao, as the top person in charge of the company, has heard about it to some extent.

As veterans like them, even if they have never dealt with Wen Zhiyan, they will know their operating style in advance to prepare for emergencies.

He knew that Wen Zhiyan always hated people who beat around the bush in business.

So he bluntly said in a joking tone:

"Let me make a bold guess. Mr. Wen is giving me face like this tonight. Does the matter he wants to talk about have something to do with Jiang Lan?"

Wen Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, suddenly feeling that Director Zhao was interesting.

He also said bluntly: "I want Jiang Lan."