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The dream that night, without any accident, fell into a beautiful and humid direction.

In the dream, the little girl not only had three buttons unbuttoned, and it wasn't just her shoulders that were blindingly white.

Compared with the previous vague and chaotic dreams, this dream was a little clearer, and the hazy desire continued into the bright morning.

next morning.

Scattered sunlight covered the entire bedroom, but some thoughts could not be driven away even by the sunlight.

Looking at the bright white wall, you can think of white and tender skin.

Have you been single for too long?

Wen Yuran rubbed his forehead and went to the balcony. Through the glass, he could see the old man exercising in the morning and the yawning child in the distance.Today's temperature is not high. After the glass of the balcony is opened, the cold wind and slight moisture are poured into the neck.

The body cools down a little bit.

Those messy thoughts gradually dissipated.

After he was completely awake, Wen Yuran went back to the bedroom, changed clothes, washed, put on makeup, and prepared to drive to the company.

I haven't been to the company for two days, and I have accumulated a lot of things that are not urgent but must be done. There is a pile of unread emails in the mailbox, a pile of documents to be signed, and several supervisors are queuing up to see.

But today's efficiency is a bit low.

Some ideas that have nothing to do with work emerge from unknown corners, leading to other places with limited energy.

Mind wandering for the second time.

Wen Yuran pressed his temple, opened WeChat, and there was an unread message from "naw".

[naw]: Good morning! [Sun.jpg]

In the past few days, the little girl and herself have been saying "good morning" and "good night" to each other.

But this morning and last night, Wen Yuran did not reply.Because after hearing what her younger brother said, there was something tucked in her heart.

I don't care about others, and I don't know what the little girl will think?

Thoughts run away a little bit.

Wen Yuran put the phone aside, took a deep breath, let the brain relax for a moment, then slowly concentrated, and moved his eyes to the document paper on the desk.

Efficiency and concentration will fluctuate according to a person's physical and psychological conditions, and Wen Yuran has always been good at self-regulation.

But today, it took her several times longer than usual to get her productivity back to normal.

The following work went smoothly, but there was an episode during the work process.

A new female intern came to the company. She learned about Wen Yuran's sexual orientation through gossip with her colleagues. She thought she might have a chance, so she took a cup of Starbucks coffee and knocked on the door of Wen Yuran's office while there was no one in the corridor. Door.

Wen Yuran thought it was an assistant who knocked on the door, and let someone in.

As a result, a girl in cool clothes walked in outside.

At that time, Wen Yuran was sitting behind a laptop at his desk, with fluffy curly hair hanging down naturally, and a custom-made lady's suit on his body, which was simple and elegant.

She raised her head and glanced at the intern: "Who let you in?"

"Yes... Assistant Xiao asked me to come in. This is the coffee that Assistant Xiao asked me to buy for you!" The intern's face was already turning red, and his lies were full of loopholes.

Wen Yuran was impatient: "Go out."

"Then I'll put the coffee on your table."

The intern didn't know where the courage came from. While talking, he bit the bullet and walked forward. Regardless of Wen Yuran's reaction, he put the coffee on the desk.

Because the hands were not steady, and the coffee liquid splashed on the paper that Wen Yuran was reading.

Wen Yuran stared at the brown coffee drops on the paper, expressionless.

"Mr. Wen, well, there is a note I left for you outside the straw. If you have time, just take a look. Just take a look... I'll go first..." The intern said with a blushing face.

"What's your name?"

Wen Yuran asked suddenly.

The intern's face turned even redder: "My name is Liu Ying, and I'm a new intern in the sales department. Mr. Wen..."

"Okay, let's go out." After saying that, Wen Yuran smiled at her.

The intern was dazed by the laugh and went out in a daze.

The office door closed, Wen Yuran smiled, and slowly put down the pen in his hand.

Then called the HR department.

"Liu Ying from the sales department, I won't come to work tomorrow. I need an explanation as to who recruited this other person."

Then she called again and asked her assistant to print out another copy of the plan and send it up, while she conveniently threw the coffee-stained document into the shredder.

As for the cup of coffee, it was placed on the corner of the table, inconspicuous and inconspicuous, Wen Yuran never thought of taking it away.

Later, the weather turned gloomy, and it began to rain lightly. The air was moist and sticky, which made people feel a little impetuous.

I ate lunch sloppily, and I didn't finish my work until after six o'clock in the afternoon.

Wen Yuran had just signed a document and was a little tired, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Then the phone rang.

The caller ID said, "Little girl film".

"Hi, I'm working."

Wen Yuran said so after answering the phone.

There was something in a low voice.

But the rest of Wen Yuran's nervousness was mixed with fatigue, and the thoughts in the dream made her subconsciously avoid, Wen Yuran didn't listen carefully, so she hung up the phone.

About half an hour later, the phone rang again, and the caller ID was still "Little Girl Movie".

Wen Yuran didn't answer.

Until the automatic hang up, the ringing of the mobile phone stopped, and the office became quiet.

After 3 minutes, the phone vibrated.

The vibration of the mobile phone extends from the desktop to the fingertips, and then extends to the depths.

Wen Yuran thought lightly, the wechat or text message at this time may be about work.

The reason was good enough, Wen Yuran hesitated for a while, and turned on the phone.

Not a text message, but a WeChat message from "naw".

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly, and since he turned on his phone, he also opened WeChat.

[naw]: Is Mr. Wen busy with work?

【naw】: Have you eaten well?

【naw】: I'll bring you food, okay? [Star Eyes.jpg]

[naw]: I'm downstairs in the company now, I can't get in QAQ

【naw】：QAQ

Wen Yuran's slightly frowned brows loosened, and the silk barrier in his heart should soften a little.

I am really hungry.

Looking at the last facial expression again, Wen Yuran unconsciously conceived the appearance of a little girl crying and aggrieved in her mind, she couldn't hold back, and slightly bent the corner of her mouth.

The same deliberate approach, the same careful calculation, Wen Yuran couldn't explain why the intern was so disgusting, but the little girl seemed to find all the right ways.

Wen Yuran propped his forehead, pondered for a moment, and called the secretary.

"Just bring the food in, and let that little girl go back."

It's raining outside.

Big raindrops hit the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sky outside was very dark.

Wen Yuran paused, looking at the raindrops falling outside the window: "Forget it, let the little girl come in too."

There are no important documents on the desk, and the company has all the surveillance and jammers, so it won't be bugged. It shouldn't be too risky to bring a little girl into the office.

Wen Yuran hung up the phone while thinking, then closed his eyes and began to wait.

There is a vague expectation in my heart that I can't explain clearly.

There were three knocks on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened.

The secretary led the little girl into the office, and then the secretary left tactfully.

"Boss Wen."

The little girl stood at the door, twisting a metal insulation box with both hands, lowering her head, her hair and clothes were a little wet, the raindrops on her cheeks rolled into her collar, and she didn't know if she didn't have an umbrella again.

The white skin on the neck can extend to last night's dream.

Wen Yuran squinted his eyes, calmed down, got up from the desk, raised his jaw slightly, and gestured to the little girl.

"sit."

The little girl sat down obediently, then raised her head, held the insulated box in front of Wen Yuran with both hands, her eyes were black and bright, like a child expecting praise.

Wen Yuran laughed in his heart, and the last trace of shock disappeared.She asked the little girl to put the thermal box on the low table next to her, and she cleaned up the documents on the desk first.

"Is that cup coffee?" The little girl stared at Wen Yuran's desk and asked suddenly.

Wen Yuran paused, looked at the cup of coffee, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Well, an intern gave it to me, and I haven't drunk it yet."

"Can I drink?"

"It's already cold, take it if you want to drink."

The little girl really stood up, went to the desk, and picked up the coffee.

On the straw of the coffee, there is a pink note rolled up.