My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

Jiang Wan calmed down and forced himself not to think about those things.

When Fu Yan came out after washing, Jiang Wan's hair had just been dried.

Fu Yan walked behind her.

Jiang Wan could see the light and shadow cast by the person behind him in the bronze mirror.

And tall and broad shoulders.

I was sitting here, but I was not even as tall as his waist.

Jiang Wan stood up and turned to look at him.

Well, when I stood up, it wasn’t that high, just barely reaching my chest.

Jiang Wan told himself that it was just because he didn’t get enough nutrition, and he was still young and could still grow.

After Jiang Wan washed up, she only wore a thin single piece of clothing with the bellyband strap tied around her slender neck.

Her long black hair covered her waistline.

Jiang Wan lowered his eyes, his height did not seem to increase.

On the contrary, this useless thing has grown up.

Jiang Wan walked past Fu Yan.

Behind her, Qingtao tactfully took the handkerchief and was about to leave.

He also called the servants nearby to go down.

I was the last one to step back and close the door.

Yunxi stood outside and looked at her with a gloomy look in her eyes, "So early?"

Qing Tao stuffed the handkerchief she had just used to wipe Jiang Wan's hair into the hands of the little maid next to her and replied to Yun Xi, "You should retreat if you need to. It would be bad if you see something you shouldn't see."

Yunxi had now been led by Qingtao to understand everything Qingtao said. She glanced coldly at her frivolous smile, lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Wan was still thinking about the cat.

You will have to promote it yourself when the time comes.

Otherwise, who would have known that there was a cat in such a restaurant.

First she got to see what the cats looked like, and then she named them.

Draw a portrait and post it everywhere in Beijing for publicity.

Or find someone to distribute flyers like in modern times.

Cultivate a group of internet celebrity cats belonging to Wanlan Restaurant.

But the portrait issue was a difficult one for Jiang Wan, as the ancient painting method was just ordinary ink and wash line painting.

It's hard to draw the lifelike look you want.

Jiang Wan thought to herself that she had learned sketching for a period of time, but that was eight hundred years ago and Jiang Wan did not master it.

It is definitely not possible to paint it yourself.

Now her hands are so clumsy that she has to think carefully before drawing a smiling face.

Where else can I draw a cat?

Jiang Wan suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Fu Yan beside her, "I remember if there is an embroiderer in Shuzhou who is proficient in embroidery?"

Fu Yan didn't know why she suddenly mentioned the embroiderer. He thought she wanted someone to make clothes for her, and then sat on the couch next to Jiang Wan.

"Yes, Shuzhou has always been famous for its embroidery. The objects embroidered, whether flowers, plants or livestock, are all lifelike."

Jiang Wan thought of a name in his mind, "Does the master know Ming Niang?"

Fu Yan shook his head, "I don't know."

Jiang Wan remembered that in the previous life, Ming Niang helped a nobleman to create a painting of Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix and presented it to the current queen.

Since then, he has gained a great reputation.

Everyone in Shangjing knew about it.

If I could invite her over, I would embroider a picture of a cat and hang it in the restaurant.

It is made into a style unique to Wanlan Restaurant.

I believe it will be able to distinguish itself from other restaurants with its own characteristics and be unique.

There are many restaurants in Shangjing that cater to the rich and powerful, and most of them would paint murals with works by great masters to show off their taste.

But they are all fake tricks.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wan wanted to get up and implement it immediately, and was full of fighting spirit for a moment.

Fu Yan, who was standing next to her, saw that her face was flushed and she looked full of energy.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you looking for that embroiderer to make clothes for you?"

Jiang Wan now has more clothes than she can wear, so she specially arranged for someone to make clothes for her, and the colors she chose were simple and elegant, with all kinds of styles available.

You don't have to worry about having nothing to wear.

It also makes up for Jiang Wan's regret in the world.

"I want to ask Mingniang to embroider for me."

Fu Yanquan thought Jiang Wan was trying to amuse himself and wanted to say that he would send someone to invite him.

Then he thought of how Jiang Wan had blamed him at the banquet tonight, and he shut his mouth again.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wan had never thought of asking Fu Yan for help.

She muttered, "I remember that Brother Mu seems to have been transferred to Shuzhou. It just so happens that I have to go see Ningzhi tomorrow, so I can write a letter to ask Brother Mu to invite Mingniang for me."

Fu Yan's face darkened when he heard this.

He naturally guessed who the Brother Mu that Jiang Wan mentioned was. It was said that the two were childhood sweethearts.

But Fu Yan had never known about Jiang Wan's past, nor did he know what had happened between her and his brother Mu.

I don’t even know who the Ningzhi she is talking about is.

Fu Yan was shocked to realize that he actually knew nothing about what was happening around Jiang Wan.

He thought of asking Sui Ming to find out the relationship between the Mu family and Jiang Wan tomorrow.

Jiang Wan became more and more excited the more he thought about it. He lay down on the couch and then climbed up.

"What for?" Fu Yan didn't know why she stood up, so he asked.

I didn't expect that the answer made me feel even more depressed.

"I will go and finish writing the letter now. I will give it to Ningzhi tomorrow and ask her to give it to Brother Mu along with the family letter."

She calls him brother all the time. Is she so close to the people in the Mu family?

Jiang Wan has been playing with Ningzhi since childhood, so naturally she calls her brother brother.

I never thought that Fu Yan would care about this.

Without noticing his expression, she stood up and went to put on her shoes.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was hugged by the person behind him.

Jiang Wan didn't know what Fu Yan was going crazy about, "Master, I'll go write a letter first."

Jiang Wan placed his hands on the big hands at his waist.

The person behind him said in a cold and hoarse voice, "Write it tomorrow."

"I will go find Ningzhi tomorrow. It's still early now. If you are in a hurry, just go to bed first and don't wait for me."

Unexpectedly, this did not dissuade the people behind him, but made them stick closer. "Write it tomorrow."

Jiang Wan couldn't understand him, and frowned slightly, "I'll be quick."

"Write it tomorrow."

Jiang Wan: “…”

She pinched Fu Yan's hand and broke free from his restraints, "Master, don't you know that tomorrow is tomorrow, tomorrow is tomorrow, why do you have to say so much?"

Fu Yan looked at the red mark on his palm where Jiang Wan had pinched him, and his eyes drooped. Jiang Wan had pinched him for that guy named Mu...

I felt even more upset than when she put the blame on me today.

Jiang Wan looked at the person in front of him. He was just going to write a letter, but why did Fu Yan act like he was being cuckolded?

Jiang Wan was too lazy to care about him.

Go write the letter yourself.

Fu Yan pinched his palm with his other hand and glanced at Jiang Wan who was writing at the desk.

Tell him to go to bed first?

He came back just to sleep with her.

What does she mean by letting herself sleep first?

I will be moving south in just a few months, and she doesn't even have a legitimate son. Isn't she afraid that I will mess around outside?

My colleagues would be nagged by their wives at home when they were away for half a month.

Jiang Wan knew that he would be away for such a long time, but she did not show any worry at all.

Does she really trust herself, or does she simply not care about herself?

Fu Yan propped his head with his hands, his thoughts were flooding in, and he couldn't fall asleep at all.

His eyes vaguely looked at Jiang Wan, whose shadow was as dim as a ray under the palace lantern.

She has delicate lips and nose, a slightly upturned nose tip, and a faint smile at the corners of her lips.

There was a slight blush on her cheeks.

Fu Yan remembered that when she first came, she seemed much thinner than she is now, and her complexion was not very good.

At that time, she was always covered with a thick layer of powder.