monopolize her

For so many years, outsiders have called her "Mr. Wen", the elders have called her by her nickname, and Wen Qu has called her "Sister". Wen Yuran has not heard her full name for a long time.

Wen Yuran didn't think the little girl meant anything disrespectful, but simply felt a little weird.

"Where are you?" Wen Yuran asked.

"I'm at home." The little girl spoke softly.

Wen Yuran agreed, and then asked casually, "Have you had the reunion dinner?"

There was no talking.

Not speaking means that you don't want to answer, maybe you have poked a sore spot.

Wen Yuran quickly realized the problem, changed his posture, leaned half on the door frame, and changed the subject: "Did you call here?"

"I just... want to chat with you..."

The little girl's voice was soft and weak, almost pleading.

In the last few words, an obvious tremolo leaked from the earpiece, and the voice was very unstable.

Wen Yuran's heart skipped a beat.

This voice, probably encountered something, maybe it was a setback, maybe it was a family problem, maybe it was hurt, maybe it had some emotions to confide...

The little girl's voice seemed to hit the apex of her heart, knocking open a gap, and a tiny bit of distress leaked from the gap.

The distressed feeling passed by.

Wen Yuran quickly stabilized his mind, and replied indifferently: "If you have anything, I can help if it is within my ability."

If it is a normal form of help, spend some money or find some connections, and she will help with a little effort.

But when it comes to seeking comfort, there is a little trouble.After all, the two of them are not close enough, and she also lacks emotional resonance with students of that age.

Hope the little girl is the former.

But next, Ning An didn't mean to mention the status quo.

"It's okay, I just want to chat with you." The little girl's soft voice revealed a hint of a smile.

This smile added fuel to the illusory worry.

Wen Yuran was a little irritable, and changed her posture uncomfortably. She straightened her slender right leg, put her left foot on the ground, raised her head slightly, and could see the blurry moon.

"What are you talking about?"

The little girl was silent for a while, then said softly and slowly: "I think the horror movie last time was pretty good."

"Really, I don't remember the plot."

"Mr. Wen is actually afraid of ghosts, right?"

"..." Wen Yuran didn't know what to answer.

"A CEO is afraid of ghosts, so it's embarrassing to say that."

"……so what?"

"So you can watch more horror movies, and you won't be afraid if you watch more. I have a lot of horror movies in my phone, and I'll send them to you, okay?"

"..."

Wen Yuran has always been unwilling to admit that he is afraid of ghosts, after all, he cannot save face.The little girl made such a clear statement, if it was normal, she might have hung up the phone.

But now the little girl's voice is too weak, as if she was chatting casually in order to divert some kind of pain.

Dysmenorrhea?

Wen Yuran guessed in his heart.

"You post it." Wen Yuran said smoothly.

"Then I'll send you a collection of horror movies later. I've collected them for a long time. The ones at the top are the scariest ones. You can watch them first."

"Hmm..." Wen Yuran replied hesitantly.

"Mr. Wen, the haunted house is also quite fun, let's go there next time."

"..."

Wen Yuran felt that since the little girl was in a bad mood now, he tried to follow the little girl's words.

But the topic became more and more strange later on, and Wen Yuran didn't remember how many strange requests he agreed to.

Many times she had a very strong urge to hang up the phone, but as soon as a weak voice rang on the other end of the phone, Wen Yuran withdrew her finger on the hook button.

Anyway, for those strange requests, it is one thing to agree to them, but another thing to do them or not.

Just like this, Wen Yuran changed the hand holding the phone several times as time passed by.

It wasn't until Wen Yuran felt that his ears couldn't stand it anymore that he said, "Let's go here, I'll hang up."

The little girl was silent for three full seconds.

"Goodbye." The little girl's voice was weak and indistinct.

Wen Yuran hung up the phone resolutely after saying goodbye, then walked out of the balcony and into the living room.

Ye Qinmian and Wen Qu are watching the Spring Festival Gala on the sofa.

Hearing Wen Yuran came out, Ye Qinmian turned around from the sofa, revealing a milky white mask on his face.

"Who are you calling?" Ye Qinmian asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"a friend."

"Girls?"

Wen Yuran took a look at Ye Qinmian, sat down on the sofa, and answered truthfully, "Yes."

Ye Qinmian pressed the edge of the mask with her hands to let the mask fit on it, carefully controlled the width of her mouth, and said: "Even if you don't get married, you should take your girlfriend home and let me see if she is qualified. Marriage bondage is easier to break up, and you have to screen carefully, be careful that no one will accompany you when you are old..."

Wen Yuran went in his left ear and out his right ear, thinking about other things.

The little girl's weak farewell voice still faintly lingered in her head.

When she was suffering from dysmenorrhea, the little girl came to accompany her.

Now when the little girl is busy?

Wen Yuran smiled sarcastically in his heart.

Of course, this cannot be equivalent. After all, she gave the little girl a mobile phone, and she will help the little girl find a new place to live later, so she will not treat her badly in terms of money.

So, logically speaking, she doesn't need to care about other things about the little girl.

What's more, today's New Year's Eve is a special day, so it's natural to spend time with your family, so why worry about other people first?

Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes, turned his gaze to the TV, and watched various programs.

absent-minded.

Many images flashed out of my mind uncontrollably - the little girl delivering her food, the little girl's good morning and evening, the black ponytail, the dimples on her face, the cold temperature of her fingertips...

The finer the details, the clearer the picture. Scattered soft feelings spread from the bottom of my heart, overflowing with warmth, mixed with a bit of out-of-control irritability.

The original worry began to magnify, and the little girl's weak voice seemed to be right next to her ears.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath and stood up.

I have a decision in my heart.

"I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back before the New Year's Eve." Wen Yuran said.

Ye Qinmian looked very calm: "Well, go early and come back early."

Wen Yuran took the car keys and went out.

Then the door was closed.

In Wen's house, only Ye Qinmian and Wen Qu were left.

Wen Qu was staring at the Spring Festival Gala on TV and taking notes. The teacher assigned homework to write an argumentative essay on the theme of "Changes in the Spring Festival Gala".

He felt drowsy watching it, but now he suddenly felt something keenly, and suddenly became interested.

"Mom, sister is going out at this time, is there something wrong?"

"It's obvious." Ye Qinmian replied.

"Then mom, tell me, will my sister come back with a daughter-in-law in the future, or will she marry out?"

Ye Qinmian was full of confidence in her daughter, and said without hesitation: "Your sister has such a personality, even if she gets married, she should let a man marry in. Do you need to talk about girls?"