monopolize her

At first, if the little girl hadn't grabbed her skirt, Wen Yuran would never let the little girl get in the car.

If the little girl hadn't got in the car, then she and Ning An would have no intersection, and many things that followed would not happen.

The hem of the clothes that was caught was a very crucial part, and then the little girl seized the opportunity.

I don't know how long the little girl wanted to get close to me, she was so well prepared.

Wen Yuran felt a slight irritability, turned his head, and continued to ask: "What else?"

"Huh?" Wen Qu thought he had already passed the test, but unexpectedly, his sister started asking again.

"Not only that, what else did you say?"

As Wen Yuran asked, he watched Wen Qu's expression carefully, and tried empirically.

"Uh..." Wen Qu squeezed his eyes twice, rubbed his head non-stop, raised his head and glanced at Wen Yuran's eyes from the corner of his eye.

He thought that his sister was getting angry with that Ning An, and that her sister was here to question him this time.So Wen Qu's voice became more guilty.

"Well... I also said something, that is, I just complained, saying that you are stronger, hate losing control, like others to show weakness, like people around you to be obedient and quiet... That's it..." Wen Qu rubbed his head , while trying to find the wording that sounds as nice as possible, while beating a drum in my heart.

Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes.

Wen Qu was about to cry: "Sister, you are the best, I really didn't say anything else..."

Wen Yuran was not going to get angry with his younger brother, so he smiled meaningfully, then looked away, then raised his hand and rubbed his temples, he was not angry, but felt a little uncomfortable.

She knows herself very well, and sometimes her work habits are brought into her life unconsciously. What my brother said is right, she has a stronger personality, hates losing control, and likes to be obedient.

The little girl's little thoughts, as long as they are within the boundaries, are not annoying, and even a little fresh and interesting.

But as long as it crosses the line, it makes her uncomfortable.

Like now.

Long before she and the little girl met, the little girl actually planned her thoughts on her family and penetrated too deeply.She felt a little overwhelmed.

"Okay, okay, let's rest here. Parents, please go back to your seat and don't ask any more questions. Students, please calm down. We will continue to hold parent-teacher meetings. We will open early and leave early. Please cooperate..."

After the teacher raised his voice and yelled a few words, the classroom gradually quieted down. The teacher walked up to the podium and continued the previous ppt.

"...This exam is generally good, but some top students are obviously out of order. I think it is still an attitude problem. For example, a male student surnamed Wen borrowed others to copy his homework last time. The composition of this exam is off topic, and his attitude is obviously not good. , parents must educate them well after returning home..."

Wen Qu's head was almost lowered to the bottom of the table.

When Wen Yuran heard this, he came back to his senses a little, and realized that he was still attending the parent-teacher meeting, so he tried his best to adjust his state, brought his attention back, and listened carefully to the teacher's summary and analysis.

As for the little girl, let it go first.

Anyway, it's not a very important person to me, so it's okay to think about it later.

After having dinner at Wen's house in the evening, Wen Yuran spent a lot of time communicating with Wen Qu's recent situation, gave him an encouraging education, and stayed with Ye Qinmian for a while.

Around ten o'clock, Wen Yuran returned to his home.

Then turn on the heating like a program, take off your coat, and turn on the TV.

The TV switched to the movie that I hadn't finished watching last time. The fast-paced editing screen kept flickering, and the stimulating sound effects and soundtrack made the house more lively.

The house is still too deserted.

Wen Yuran suddenly felt a little lonely, and even began to consider whether to move back to Wen's house in his head. While thinking, he walked to the balcony on his own. The sliding French doors cut off the noise of the TV inside.

The cold wind from outside rushed up, making her flinch a little.

The phone in his pants pocket vibrated.

Displayed on the lock screen - there are unread messages on WeChat from "naw".

The remnant sense of shock in his heart was still very clear, Wen Yuran ignored the new news, and his thoughts began to wander.

What kind of person is the little girl?

She deliberately approached and flattered her, so much effort, just to get close to a benefactor, completely incompatible with that innocent and well-behaved face.

Wen Yuran is used to being in the mall, seeing everything a lot, it's not that she can't stand being tricked, it's just that she can't stand the initiative being in the hands of the other party.

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran put the phone back into his pocket, then took out the cigarette and the lighter, and lit one, half of his face was illuminated by the flame.

The phone vibrated again.

Another WeChat message from "naw".

Wen Yuran still didn't look at it.

Anyway, the little girl is not that important.She repeated the words in her mind.

Wen Yuran has almost no addiction to cigarettes, except that he would smoke one very occasionally.The cigarette sticks in his mouth, and then moved away, more often it is spontaneously ignited, and the misty smoke disperses outward.

A cigarette was about to run out, and she put it out in the ashtray on the balcony.

Hands are empty.

My heart is also a little empty.

Then the phone vibrated again.

Wen Yuran almost unconsciously took out the mobile phone with his left hand, twirled it in his hand, and then unconsciously opened WeChat.

When Wen Yuran reacted, the chat interface had already been displayed in front of her eyes.

【naw】: It's the Chinese New Year.

【naw】: How is President Wen going to spend the Spring Festival?

[naw]: [rolling.jpg]

Wen Yuran stared at the chat interface heavily, his fingers stayed on the top of the input box for a long time, and then retracted.

I was holding my breath.

do not want to reply.

New news on WeChat——

【naw】: Is Wen always asleep?

【naw】: I slept so early...[Grievance.jpg]

[naw]: Good night!

[naw]: [picture]

The picture is loaded quickly, looking at the small picture, it is vaguely a selfie.

Wen Yuran clicked on it without thinking too much——

In the photo, the little girl seemed to have just taken a bath, she was wearing very thin clothes, she had a pure and sweet smile on her face, and a jade pendant was tied around her neck with a red string, which fell into the hollow of her neck.Three buttons were undone, revealing her white and tender shoulders, and the black braids hanging down beside her shoulders, making her skin whiter and dazzling.

Wen Yuran locked the screen of the phone with a "click", quickly put it back in his pocket, and frowned.

It was as if a feather had floated on my heart, and the tip of my heart itched slightly when I scratched it.

She flipped her hand and lit another cigarette. In the smoke, those dark pictures that appeared in her sleep mixed with desire rolled up, like a group of caught fish found the gap in the fishing net, and swarmed out. I can't press it back.

Terrible.