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Wen Rao just entered the study room, and behind her, the door of the study room was locked from the outside.

Wen Rao: "..."

"Xiao Wen, this lock is too old and seems to be broken. Please wait inside for a while and I'll find a locksmith."

The person speaking outside turned out to be Mr. Zhan.

Apparently, Mr. Zhan ordered Zhan’s mother to trick Wen Rao into sending snacks.

In fact, it was to create opportunities for her and Zhan Yan to be alone.

When Mr. Zhan opened his mouth, Zhan's mother did not dare to refuse.

"Grandpa, isn't it childish for you to make such a joke at your age?"

Zhan Yan saw Wen Rao's embarrassment, walked to the door and shouted, and tried to turn the door handle a few times, but the door didn't move at all.

"What did you say? I'm old and deaf! I can't hear clearly! Wait while I find the locksmith."

Mr. Zhan was shouting haha ​​outside the door, and it sounded like it was planned.

Wen Rao and Zhan Yan looked at each other, turned and walked to the study window.

Because of the snow, the windows were frozen and couldn't be opened.

Wen Rao tried several times but failed.

Zhan Yan's voice came from behind, "Raoruo, I don't think I can go out tonight. Why don't you rest on the sofa? I have to work, so I won't sleep."

Zhan Yan's tone sounded pitiful.

Wen Rao didn't know what to respond, so she sat down on the sofa and waited for a while.

Zhan Yan made her a pot of hot tea. After a while, they both felt that the temperature in the study was a bit low.

Zhan Yan touched the heater and found it was cold.

The remote control of the air conditioner was also taken away by someone unknown.

You don't need to guess to know that the old man did something good.

This is an old house, unlike other mansions in Zhanjia which are all modernly equipped.

The heating valve in the study is on the first floor. Without the remote control, the air conditioner cannot be turned on, and the indoor temperature quickly drops to more than ten degrees.

In the heated room, Wen Rao wore a sweatshirt and fleece jeans, while Zhan Yan wore a shirt and trousers.

Mr. Zhan deliberately wanted the two of them to hug each other for warmth.

"There is a blanket here, you cover it first."

Zhan Yan was afraid that Wen Rao would catch a cold, so he handed Wen Rao the blanket spread on the sofa, and then returned to the table and sat down.

But the table was close to the window, and there was a blizzard outside, and the temperature was even cooler.

Zhan Yan was only wearing a shirt.

Soon, he was so cold that he couldn't help but rub his hands.

Seeing this, Wen Rao moved his position.

"You can sit down too. Grandpa doesn't know how long it will take before he opens the door for us."

Wen Rao said and gave half of the blanket to Zhan Yan.

Surprise flashed in Zhan Yan's eyes, and he immediately walked over and sat next to Wen Rao, covering her with the same blanket.

"If it's still cold for a while, we'll take out the sponges from the sofa cushions and stuff them under clothes to keep warm."

Zhan Yan's arrangement made Wen Rao dumbfounded.

They all rushed to the wilderness to survive.

"Zhan Yan, Zhan Sen played me the video of you preparing the wedding ceremony for me."

As soon as Wen Rao opened his mouth, Zhan Yan's expression became visibly nervous.

"Raoruo, I didn't know Zhan Sen would do this. I didn't want to use this matter to gain sympathy. I will tell Zhan Sen."

Zhan Yan explained to Wen Rao seriously.

His rating in Wen Rao's heart was already very low, and he didn't want to leave a worse impression because of Zhan Sen's self-assertion.

Wen Rao looked at him. He was explaining very hard and seriously, for fear that she wouldn't believe it, so he put the blanket over her side as he spoke.

The care he shows in many small details comes from the true love in his heart.

But their beginning was indeed covered with lies and deception.

But at this moment, Wen Rao felt moved in her heart.

"Zhan Yan, actually..."

Wen Rao wanted to say that in fact, we can have a long talk calmly and express each other's worries and expectations for the future, which can be regarded as giving each other a chance.

Zhan Yan looked at her more intently, nervous and expectant.

"Mr. Zhan! Mr. Zhan!"

But at critical moments, someone always spoils his expectations.

Xiaoshan's voice sounded urgently outside.

"Mr. Zhan, Anna Guo committed suicide live on all platforms!"