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Ning An lowered his head, picked up the cup of coffee, and sat back on the chair.

The half-wet braids hung down, casting half a shadow, Ning An raised his hand, the cuffs of his cotton jacket blocked his side view.

In the shadows, Ning An pulled out the pink note and unfolded it little by little.

The paper was about three fingers wide, and it was rolled four times. The writing on it was very small, and the font was soft and graceful.

Obviously female.

Ning An read the past word by word at an extremely slow speed——

Mr. Wen doesn't know me, but I'm very attracted to Mr. Wen. I want to meet you and talk to you, but I'm always embarrassed, so I wrote a note.

May I have the honor to have dinner with you tonight?

by Liu Ying

There is also a string of phone numbers below.

Ning An stared at the note, his eyes fixed on the name at the end of the words, his face under the shadow was expressionless.

Then, Ning An crushed the note into the palm of his hand.

Actions are blunt and forceful.

Over there, Wen Yuran had already cleared the documents, walked around from the desk, and sat on the side of the low table.

Ning An had already opened the insulation box, arranged the food, and handed her the chopsticks with both hands.

The little girl's two wrists were held side by side in front of her eyes, pale and slender, as if they would break if they were folded.

Wen Yuran lowered his eyes, took the chopsticks, and touched the little girl's fingertips with his fingers, and they were instantly divided.The cold and slightly itchy touch remains faintly at the nerve endings.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten." The little girl replied.

The food was still hot, and the fragrant smell came out, stimulating the taste buds. Wen Yuran was indeed hungry, and there was nothing to be polite about, so he started to eat with the food.

The aroma of the food filled the mouth, and the taste was very good, but Wen Yuran was taught strictly since childhood, even if he was hungry, his posture was calm and elegant.

During the meal break, Wen Yuran looked up at Ning An.

I saw the little girl lowered her head heavily, still holding the coffee cup in her hand, from Wen Yuran's perspective, she couldn't see the little girl's expression clearly.

Almost full, Wen Yuran put down the chopsticks, the little girl stood up and cleaned the table, and retreated to the door with the lunch box in both hands.

"I am leaving."

"Ah."

"Goodbye, Mr. Wen."

"Goodbye."

Ning An turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the office. The secretary waiting at the door would lead her out of the company.

After the little girl left, Wen Yuran sat back at the desk and continued to deal with the remaining affairs.

The hot food made my stomach full, my body was warmed up a lot, and even my heart was warmed up.

I am in a good mood and my efficiency has improved a lot.

Two days later, Wen Yuran saw Liu Ying again at the elevator entrance.

According to Wen Yuran's request, Liu Ying has already been fired, and this time she came back to the company to go through the formalities.

Liu Ying looked in a very bad condition, she had no makeup on, her eyes were blank, her eyes were blue, her clothes were messed up, Wen Yuran didn't say a word when she saw her, as if she had been hit hard.

At a young age, he still has a lot of opportunities, but he looks like this after losing an internship job, and his ability to resist frustration is so poor, it seems that the expulsion is right.

Wen Yuran thought.

Later, when Wen Yuran was eating in the cafeteria, he heard gossip from a young female employee, saying that Liu Ying had suddenly moved to another city.

Wen Yuran listened to it, but didn't remember it.

Since that food delivery, Wen Yuran and the little girl have resumed contact on WeChat, and several times, Wen Yuran was too busy with work to have dinner, and the little girl would send some food over.

Gradually, Wen Yuran has completely gotten used to the existence of the little girl, even if there is nothing to talk about, just a few casual words are reassuring.

Wen Yuran would feel uncomfortable if he didn't receive the little girl's WeChat messages for a long time, but fortunately, this rarely happened.

Once when the little girl delivered food, Wen Yuran asked, "Why do you have so much free time?"

The little girl blinked: "Because it's already winter vacation."

Wen Yuran glanced at the date, only to remember that the normal winter vacation has been over for more than a week, but she didn't realize that her younger brother had to make up classes in high school.

Two days later, most of the company's employees went back to celebrate the new year. Wen Yuran did some finishing work, then left the company, packed up his things, and then drove back to Wen's house.

The temperature dropped a few degrees again, thick frost formed on the ground, and thin snow seeds fell faintly.

Wen Qu's make-up classes were over, and the nanny left for the New Year. There were only Ye Qinmian, Wen Qu, and Wen Yuran in Wen's house, as well as relatives and friends who came to visit during the day.

Fireworks and firecrackers cannot be set off in the urban area, so Ye Qinmian made a lot of red window grilles, red couplets, and red blessings in the house. A string of red is connected with a string of red in the house. Although there are few people, it is also a bit of a Chinese New Year festive.

On the night of New Year's Eve, it's time to have a reunion dinner.

Before having the family reunion dinner, Ye Qinmian would first place a circle of bowls on the table, each bowl filled with only a little rice, and then pour some white wine into the cups, babbling a few words, which meant entertaining the dead relatives.

This habit was brought by Ye Qinmian from the countryside, and it has continued until now. Although it is a bit superstitious, it doesn't take much trouble, and everyone just let her do it.

"Can ghosts really eat like this?" The younger brother climbed onto the sofa and looked over from behind the back of the sofa.

"It's just a custom, do your best for the deceased, don't think about it." Wen Yuran responded lightly.

Wen Qu was still immersed in his own world, and asked: "Then if a ghost has no relatives, wouldn't it be very pitiful?"

"right."

Wen Yuran answered absent-mindedly.

In fact, it doesn't make sense logically. If a ghost's relatives are dead, then they can also be reunited in the underworld. How can there be ghosts without relatives?

After the table was cleared, dinner was served.

Ye Qinmian's cooking skills were good at first, but because the nanny cooks most of the time, her craftsmanship has deteriorated a lot. However, there are many dishes, covering a table for four, which is quite pleasing to the eye.

The meal was very harmonious. Before, I had to worry about urging the marriage, but now even this problem has been solved. Ye Qinmian picks up vegetables from time to time, greets her a few times, chats about the family routine, and the noisy sound of the TV is the soundtrack.

Although there are not many people, they are also harmonious and beautiful, and against the festive decorations in the house, it is quite lively.

After the meal, Wen Yuran's cell phone rang.

"Little girl movie" called.

Wen Yuran lazily picked up the phone, turned and went to the balcony.

Since it was a call from New Year's Eve, the greeting must be the same.

Facing the phone, Wen Yuran said "Happy New Year" very naturally.

The voice fell to the ground, and the receiver was quiet.

Can't even hear breathing.

Wen Yuran raised her eyebrows, the wind was a bit chilly, she casually gathered the neckline of the windbreaker, and waited for a while.

Just when she was about to start to suspect that there was a problem with the signal and was about to take down her phone to check, the little girl's soft voice finally came from over there——

"Wen Yuran, happy new year."

The words were spoken low and softly, with a slight trill.

Wen Yuran was stunned for a second.

It was the first time she heard a little girl call her full name.