monopolize her

After leaving the Wen residence, Wen Yuran drove to the residential building where the little girl lived.

When I got off the car, it was around [-] o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark. Scattered street lights stood on both sides of the path. The road surface was covered with mud, and the leather boots felt slightly uncomfortable when stepped on it.

There were no people on the small road. Although this area was close to the school, there were not many people living there because of the poor public security and the aging buildings.

It wasn't that scary when she was accompanied by a little girl before, but now she was standing alone at the entrance of the dark corridor, feeling the eerie aura rushing toward her face.

Wen Yuran called the little girl.

"drop--"

"drop--"

"drop--"

The reminder sound was extremely long, one after another, as if the end could not be heard.

When Wen Yuran started to feel a little impatient, the phone was finally connected before hanging up.

"Hey……"

In the receiver, the little girl's voice was obviously weaker by another level.

In the previous phone call, although the little girl's voice was unstable, she still pronounced her words clearly.

But in this call, the voice was a little fuzzy, and the ending was trembling.

"What's wrong with you? Dysmenorrhea?" Wen Yuran lowered his eyebrows and asked directly without any scruples.

There was silence for a while.

Then he said, "Well... yes."

"I'm downstairs at your house." Wen Yuran looked at the dark corridor, ready to lift his foot.

The voice fell.

With a "kuang", there was an obvious sound from the little girl's side, and a trace of real shock overflowed from the weak voice: "... huh?"

In the corridor, a gloomy breath blew up his face, Wen Yuran paused with his raised feet, and said, "I bought some painkillers, and I'll come up right away."

"do not."

The little girl's voice suddenly became cold and hard.

Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes and frowned.

"Don't go upstairs, I'm not at home now... I just went out." The little girl explained weakly and stiffly.

Wen Yuran paused for two seconds, and all the soft emotions that had been brewing in his heart disappeared at once.

A few seconds later, Wen Yuran withdrew his foot and responded coldly: "Oh."

"Thank you for visiting me..."

"You're welcome."

After Wen Yuran finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a cold face.

The little girl's excuse was so obvious, maybe it was because she didn't want to see her, or maybe there was someone else at home.

It's the first time I put a hot face on a cold butt, and this experience is quite fresh.

Wen Yuran returned to the car, closed the door, started the car and drove out.

When the car drove to a well-lit section of the road, Wen Yuran stopped in a temporary parking space, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.

A tinge of anger mixed with inexplicable irritability, but still some lingering worries, Wen Yuran held the steering wheel tightly with one hand, thinking about emotions in his heart.

After a while, Wen Yuran calmed down a little, put out the cigarette, and drove back to Wen's house.

And at this moment, on the third floor of that dilapidated residential building.

The bloody smell mixed with the smell of corruption soaked the gray wall, and the brightly lit mobile phone was firmly held by a thin hand.

Wen Yuran should have gone back.Ning An thought.

Something else has just moved into the building.

Normally, she would be able to protect Wen Yuran, but not today.

Every year on the death day, the ghosts who remain in the world will suffer from the pain of death, and their abilities will be greatly reduced, as a punishment for not wanting to be reincarnated.

The piercing pain will spread from the depths of the soul, as if experiencing thousands of deaths.

She couldn't hold back before and called Wen Yuran. She really just wanted to chat, but she didn't expect Wen Yuran to come over.The surprise was greater than the surprise, joy almost jumped out of her heart, but it was a pity that she couldn't see Wen Yuran now.

Wen Yuran seemed to be angry, maybe he was a few steps away from his goal.

But fortunately, the days are still long, not bad for a few days.

Ning An huddled in a corner, earnestly enduring it.

The mobile phone that Wen Yuran sent was stuck in the interface of "playing recordings"——

"... What are you talking about... yeah, I don't remember the plot... so... um... What's wrong with you... Dysmenorrhea... I'm downstairs at your house... I I bought some painkillers and will come up right away...You're welcome..."

Ning An put the phone to her ear.

During the recording, Wen Yuran's indifferent voice pierced into his ears.

She listened greedily, as if the man was right there.

If you think about it that way, it won't hurt so much.

When Wen Yuran returned to Wen's house, it was not yet nine o'clock, and Wen Qu hadn't finished writing his argumentative paper.

If he was going to meet his little girlfriend, he would have returned home too soon.

"Why are you back so early?" Ye Qinmian had already removed the mask, and was holding a health book in front of the TV, asking while reading.

"I haven't seen anyone." Wen Yuran replied casually.

"Have you been released as a pigeon?"

"It doesn't count."

Wen Yuran answered a few words hastily, then went upstairs and entered his bedroom.

There were several rows of books on the bookshelf, Wen Yuran decided to find something to do for himself, took a book down casually, and forced himself to read it.

This book is about historical wars. It is written in a humorous and easy-to-understand manner, but one by one square words swayed past like flowing water, leaving no trace in my mind.

Wen Yuran simply put down the book and closed his eyes.

In the end, I was still thinking about the little girl.

Perhaps, the little girl didn't let her go up just because she wanted to save face.

Or maybe, the little girl really went out.

His thoughts were erratic, and he unknowingly began to make excuses for the little girl, and the remaining distress and worries were still bubbling from time to time.

The anger of being rejected gradually dissipated.

Wen Yuran turned on the phone, and the little girl sent a WeChat message.

[Wen Yuran]: Are you feeling better?

It was rare for her to take the initiative to send a message to the little girl, and she was inexplicably slightly nervous.

After sending it, Wen Yuran kept looking at the phone screen, waiting for a reply.

10 minutes passed.

There was no sign of the phone vibrating at all, and the chat interface was still there.

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly.

Today's New Year's Eve, I should be with my family, and I have put too much thought on the little girl.

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran put the book back on the shelf, and went downstairs along the long spiral mahogany staircase.

The Spring Festival Gala sketch was still playing on TV, and the two on the sofa were laughing happily, Wen Yuran also joined in, chatting with Ye Qinmian and Wen Qu while watching TV.

As soon as they started chatting, Ye Qinmian began to inquire about the little girl's news, and Wen Yuran's reply was impeccable, but the topic was always limited to that, so Wen Yuran couldn't divert his attention even if he wanted to.

As a result, Wen Yuran was still thinking about the little girl in his head until he fell asleep.

The little girl hasn't replied to WeChat yet.

Wen Yuran hesitated for a moment, then sent another sentence to the little girl.

[Wen Yuran]: Good night.

After waiting for a while, sure enough, there was still no reply.

Wen Yuran suppressed his annoyance, put the phone aside, turned off the lamp, and the room fell into silent darkness.

In the darkness, many things faded, only some specific emotions became clearer.

She lay down in bed, closed her eyes, and thought——

If the little girl texts back before she gets up, she forgives the little girl.