The heroine I'm friends with has changed [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Yiran told Emily in advance that she was about to leave work, and when she was packing her things, she ran into Qian Ting who came out of the office.

At the kind invitation of the other party, she went to the parking lot with Qian Ting, and let her send herself to the place agreed with Emory.

Five minutes later, Qian Ting's cool Maserati parked behind the black Mercedes.

Fang Yiran got out of the car, and when Emily raised her eyes to look in the rearview mirror, she happened to meet Qian Ting's probing gaze looking forward.

The four eyes met, as if there were sparks flying.

Really jealous when rivals meet each other.

Qian Ting thought it was Fang Yiran who was invited by an ordinary friend, so she followed her to see her, but she never thought that she was the woman who had the same intentions as Fang Yiran.

"Thank you, Mr. Qian, I'll go first."

Qian Ting smiled happily: "You go, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After Qian Ting watched Fang Yiran get into the Mercedes-Benz, she subconsciously turned to look at the woman sitting in the driver's seat, and saw that the other party also looked over, and could vaguely feel a hint of provocation in the other's dark eyes.

Her face immediately turned black, obviously stimulated by Emory's provocation.

……

"Why did you get off from another car?" Emory asked as she drove away.

Her tone was casual, and she couldn't tell what mood she was in at all.

"Oh, that's my boss's car. It happened to be the company we left together. She offered to take me off, so..." Fang Yiran is a person who doesn't know how to refuse others, so after Qian Ting made the invitation, she agreed without refusing. .

Emory has known Fang Yiran for a few months, so she naturally knows about her problem, but when she saw her get off Qian Ting's car, she was more or less unhappy. She raised her head and glanced at the rearview mirror. The figure of the Maserati was gone, but her mood was still heavy.

"You have a good relationship with her?"

"It's okay, I can say a few words." Fang Yiran paused, thinking of the attitude of Huang Duo and other colleagues towards Qian Ting, and said confusedly: "It's just that I think it's a little strange."

"what?"

"My co-workers seem to be terrified of her."

"Why?" Emory raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, as if she was quite interested in this.

"I don't know either. Maybe Mr. Qian's image of being capable and meticulous in his work is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Emory remained silent, but what she thought in her heart was that people like this are the most terrifying when they go crazy.

But she didn't say it out, for fear of making Fang Yiran angry.

Fang Yiran didn't want to gossip about others in private, so she quickly changed the topic.

……

A week passed in a hurry, and Fang Yiran slowly recovered her previous work efficiency, but what puzzled her was that every time Qian Ting wanted to ask her out, Emily would always ask her out one step ahead of her. Coincidentally, Fang Yiran had to wonder whether Emory and Qian Ting were at odds, or how could this happen.

This Friday afternoon, Fang Yiran sent documents to Qian Ting. After reporting on the work for the week, she was about to leave, but Qian Ting kept her there with a teasing tone.

"Our busy people should be free this weekend, right?"

Thinking of being cut off from several invitations last week, Qian Ting was not in a good mood. If she couldn't make another appointment this time, she would go to the bar tonight.

Fang Yiran smiled embarrassedly, "I'm free."

"Then do you have the honor to treat Miss Fang to dinner this Saturday?"

"of course."

"Let's talk about the time and place at night?"

"Okay." Fang Yiran responded, and seeing that Qian Ting seemed to have nothing to say, she went out with the folder in her arms.

But after returning to her position, she frowned with quite a headache.

"Yi Ran, are you alright?" Huang Duo asked with concern upon seeing this.

"It's nothing, let's go to work." Fang Yiran smiled, her eyes were on the computer screen, but her mind was far away.

Recently, Emory doesn't know what's going on, she will ask her out every now and then, and every time they get close, she always feels that her heartbeat is out of control.

Emory's every move seems to be touching her heart. This feeling is unprecedented. Could it be that she really...

The bold one was pressed down by her as soon as it floated up. She took a deep breath, and thinking about going to Emory's house for dinner tonight, she suddenly felt a little bit of reluctance, and wanted to hide alone. calm down.

But she had already promised not to let the pigeons go, so she had to suppress all her thoughts.

At five o'clock, Fang Yiran got off work on time.

After leaving the company, she stopped a taxi on the side of the road and reported the location of Emory's house.

About 15 minutes later, the taxi stopped at the gate of Emory's house. After paying the fare, she got off and looked at the gate of Emory's house, but hesitated.

She didn't know what she was hesitating about and what she was worried about, but at this moment she really didn't want to see Emory.

It's not because she hates it, but because she seems to be avoiding a certain possibility in her heart.

However, the reality did not give her too much time to struggle, because the familiar voice had already appeared by her side.

"Yiran? Why are you standing here and not going in?"

Fang Yiran's body froze, and she turned her head to see Emily who was wearing casual clothes. She was still holding a supermarket shopping bag in her hand. She must have just returned from shopping in the supermarket.

"It's nothing, it feels like I've left something in the company."

Emily walked towards Fang Yiran, "Is it something important?"

"I don't know, I can't remember."

This was what Fang Yiran said casually, it was impossible for her to tell Emory what she really thought just now.

She looked down at the shopping bag and changed the subject, "What did you buy?"

"Oh, this..." Emory browsed the bag, "I just found out that there are no seasonings at home, so I went to the supermarket."

Fang Yi understood, "Then shall we go in?"

Now that she met Emory, she could only go back with her, and she forcibly suppressed all her complicated thoughts to the bottom of her heart.

"Okay."

For today's dinner, Emily doesn't plan to make crayfish anymore. After asking Fang Yiran what her taboos are, she decided to make pickled fish.

After arriving home, Fang Yiran put down her bag and went to help Emory, but today she was out of shape, and accidentally cut her hand while helping to cut ginger slices. The index finger was bleeding, so he quickly pulled her over and rinsed her finger with boiling water.

"Why are you so careless?" Emory said with a little reproach, cleaned the wound, looked carefully, and was relieved when she saw that the wound was not deep, "Go to the living room, I will treat the wound for you."

Fang Yiran gave a muffled hum, and obediently went to the living room.

Emory went to get the medicine box, and belatedly realized that Fang Yiran's tone didn't seem quite right. Could it be that I made her angry by saying harsh words just now?

She suddenly felt a little uneasy, and sat next to Fang Yiran with a medical kit. While taking out hydrogen peroxide, iodine and a band-aid, she asked, "Are you angry?"

Fang Yiran was taken aback by the question, "Why am I angry?"

"I just spoke in a heavy tone, don't worry about it."

"Is there...?" Fang Yiran hesitated for a moment, and she really didn't realize what Emory's tone was like before, because after she cut her hand, she was full of annoyance, annoyed that she was so careless, annoyed that she always wanted to Some miscellaneous things.

Emory didn't answer, but instead said, "Extend your hand."

"Ah."

Fang Yiran obediently extended the injured finger to Emily, and saw that she first wiped the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and the slight pain from the finger made her frown.

"It hurts?"

"good."

Emory hummed, and continued to help her treat the wound, "What were you thinking just now, how did you cut your hand?"

Fang Yiran's expression froze, and she responded as if nothing happened: "I didn't think about anything..."

"Really?"

Emory didn't believe it, how could she get it without distraction?

"Really, accidentally..."

Emory didn't say anything after hearing the words, but Fang Yiran was not allowed to enter the kitchen for the time being.

"Then you sit in the living room and I'll do the cooking."

"Can you be alone?"

"Well, don't touch your wound with water in the short term, just sit and wait for dinner."

Fang Yiran curled her lips helplessly, "I sound like a useless person."

"How come? It takes talent to be a useless person."

"...Why do I feel that you are mocking me instead of comforting me?"

Emory tilted her head and smiled, "Is there any?"

"..."

Have you laughed like this yet?

Fang Yiran didn't want to talk to Emory anymore, but fortunately, Emory healed her wound not long after.

She watched Emory enter the kitchen, then changed into a comfortable position, and slumped on the sofa like a salted fish, watching Emory busy in the kitchen.

From time to time, she could see Emory's profile when she was cooking seriously, and her thoughts flew away.

In all fairness, as the heroine of the world, Emily has all the advantages, such as being beautiful and kind, making money, cooking delicious food, etc. As long as she is a man, she will like it, and I don't blame Xu Lunbo, a scumbag. The male didn't take a fancy to the original owner but took a fancy to Emory.

At the beginning, she approached Ai Molan with selfish intentions. Originally, she wanted to be friends with her, but who knew that this friend would change his taste after doing it?

Fang Yiran plucked her hair angrily. Although she did not reject the fact that she might fall in love with Emily, but...

Ok……

What should I say...?

Fang Yiran's mood was complicated, and her mind was in a mess. She seemed to think of something, but she didn't seem to think of anything.

This feeling was so uncomfortable, she felt like she was going to explode on the spot.

She lay alone and struggled for a long time, until Emory called her when she was cooking.

Fang Yiran came back to her senses, gently pinched the center of her eyebrows with her uninjured hand, adjusted her mood and walked over.

Emory's craftsmanship is really good, no matter what she cooks, it tastes great, and this meal also relieved Fang Yiran's slightly depressed mood.

After dinner, Emily pushed Fang Yiran to the living room on the grounds that she couldn't touch the water with her fingers, and cleaned up the mess by herself.

Fang Yiran looked embarrassed, but after eating and drinking, she became sleepy after sitting, so she slumped on the sofa and squinted for a while with this embarrassment and a little guilt .

So after Emily packed up and came out, what she saw was Fang Yiran who seemed to be asleep.

This scene was very familiar, and it reminded Emily that Fang Yiran secretly kissed her forehead when she was drunk last time.

Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed a bit, she walked over lightly, and sat beside Fang Yiran.

Fang Yiran, who was squinting, felt a sag on one side, and she didn't need to think about it to know that it was Emeran who came, but she was too lazy to open her eyes, so she didn't move in this position.

Emory held her breath after sitting down, her eyes lingered greedily on Fang Yiran's face.

At this time, Fang Yiran, who was squinting, also felt two fiery gazes, which somewhat made her feel uncomfortable. Just when she was about to open her eyes to see what Emory was doing, Emory suddenly lightly Called his name.

"Ran Ran……?"

It's not that no one has ever called herself that, but from Emory's mouth, there seems to be a feeling of restraint and tenderness.

Fang Yiran was taken aback for a moment, but she who should have responded and opened her eyes did not move in a strange way, pretending to be asleep.

But her heartbeat accelerated nervously.

It seemed like several minutes had passed, and the living room was still eerily quiet, but Fang Yiran felt that the light was blocked, and a shadow shrouded in front of her, and then...

Something warm and soft was gently attached to——

on her forehead.

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No, Carvin, I feel uncomfortable orz

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who voted [Bazooka]: only one big;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: Lily Dafa is one better;

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Mine]: Fog & Lost Deer 3;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

I stole 11 more bottles of cute from your house; 3 bottles of So℡.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!