monopolize her

The next morning, Wen Yuran didn't wake up naturally until the sun pulled out a long golden thread from the gap in the curtains.

I went to bed late last night and didn't sleep well, and now my mind is a little dizzy.

Wen Yuran squinted, propped his body up from the soft bed, fumbled to turn on the phone, and saw the time displayed at nine o'clock in the morning.

The golden light that leaked from the cracks in the curtains dazzled the eyes.She raised her hand to cover the light, and was silent for a moment, her head cleared up a bit.

Wen Yuran thought of the abnormality of the little girl yesterday, and remembered the rare WeChat message he sent on his own initiative but was not answered for a long time.

I don't know if the little girl has replied to WeChat now.

Wen Yuran grabbed the phone, swiped and slid his fingers habitually, and then clicked on WeChat.

Just one new message—

[naw]: It's ready.

Wen Yuran looked at these four words for a while, feeling a little complicated.

She wanted to check when the little girl replied by the way, so she swipe up with her finger, and the sending time was displayed on the screen——

04: 18.

This message from the little girl was sent at four o'clock in the morning this morning.

Wen Yuran frowned, and the heart that had just calmed down a little bit lifted a little bit, and a trace of inexplicable anxiety and irritability climbed up.

You haven't slept until four o'clock, why?

Is it dysmenorrhea so painful that you can't sleep?

It's all right—maybe it's really all right, maybe it's just a little bit better, it's more likely that it's actually worse, and this may be just a nice compliment.

But since the little girl said "already done", then she has no position to ask further.

What's more, the relationship between her and the little girl is really difficult to define now, nurturing is not like nurturing, friends are not like friends, lovers are not like lovers, and the position is neither awkward nor awkward.

Thinking of this, the irritability in my heart ignited again.

Wen Yuran rubbed his temples, and decided not to bother thinking about these insignificant things.

Wen Yuran put away those messy thoughts and went down to have breakfast first.

In the living room, she ran into Wen Qu who was playing with her mobile phone, and asked, "Where is Mom?"

"Outside the yard." Wen Qu replied.

So Wen Yuran walked into the garden yard outside the house, walked around the yard with Ye Qinmian, and chatted.

This kind of itinerary is in line with the plan-according to the plan, you should not go anywhere during the Chinese New Year, relax at home, and spend time with your family instead of wasting your energy on an outsider.

As for other thoughts, she deliberately pressed them into her heart and didn't want to think about them.

Beside him, Ye Qinmian was pruning the branches and leaves, while introducing Wen Yuran the flowers she raised, saying that this one was so delicate and difficult to grow, and that one was frost-stricken, and I don't know if it can be saved or not.

This kind of chat was quite comfortable, but it was too ordinary, so that she lost her mind a few times, and every time she lost her mind, she slid in one direction.

"Ran Ran, did you not sleep well yesterday?" Ye Qinmian asked.

"A bit."

"Usually work is tiring enough, if you have a rare break, don't think so much, focus on relaxing, don't be like your father, your mind is full of work, and your body will be exhausted in the end."

"I know." Wen Yuran paused and said, "I'm not thinking about work, don't worry."

Ye Qinmian didn't ask her why she was distracted, but followed the topic to chat about Wen Yuran's father who died of illness, and by the way, talked about the past.

"I remember that you used to have a lot of friends and liked to go out and play with your classmates, but after you took over the company, you became more mature, and you had reservations about everyone outside, and you didn't even have a heart-to-heart friend..."

"From student to job, everyone will change." Wen Yuran picked a plum petal from the ground, looked it over and over, and answered casually.

Her memory is very shallow, and there are no stories to talk about.

"Oh, that's right." Ye Qinmian paused for a moment, thinking of something, and continued: "Speaking of which, I remember that you got along well with Tian Xiaoxin before, and you came out because of this person. How did you break it later?"

Tian Xiaoxin is Wen Yuran's first love, they are university classmates with the same hobbies and similar family backgrounds.

During the relationship, Wen Yuran was very good at coordinating the relationship, everything was arranged properly, and the two of them hardly ever quarreled.

Get along calmly, scattered decently and completely.

Thinking about it now, I don't even have a single memory point, neither unforgettable nor nostalgic.

"We all thought it didn't feel right, so we broke up and broke up peacefully. As for coming out, I know my sexual orientation, and I will confess it sooner or later, and I can't say for whom."

Ye Qinmian continued to ask: "What about now?"

"Now?" Wen Yuran didn't understand what she meant.

Ye Qinmian said: "I talked with Tian's family yesterday, and I heard that Tian Xiaoxin has returned to China in the past two days. Have you not been in touch?"

Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows after hearing this.

She finally understood why Ye Qinmian brought up this topic.

Ye Qinmian is probably still wondering who is the little girl who made Wen Yuran go out on New Year's Eve.

Just when Tian Xiaoxin came back to China, Ye Qinmian thought that his old relationship with Tian Xiaoxin had rekindled, and now he turned a corner to try it out.

"I rarely communicate with Tian Xiaoxin, we have always been ordinary friends." Wen Yuran answered calmly.

This sentence broke Ye Qinmian's way to continue gossip, Ye Qinmian sighed boredly, looking disappointed.

The topic stops here.

And once he stopped chatting, Wen Yuran began to think about the little girl unconsciously again, and couldn't even stop the car.

Wen Yuran was filled with uncontrollable worries and irritability, but he couldn't bear to contact her again.

After all, there is a layer of money between the two of them, but there is no real action. Wen Yuran can't comfort him as a friend, nor can he ask him as a lover.

Yesterday's visit was a bit out of bounds, and now thinking about it, I feel something is wrong.

Not only did she care so much that she came to visit, but she was also rejected downstairs, and she lost face at 01:30.

She clearly agreed that as long as the little girl replies, she will forgive the little girl.

But after she waited for so long, the little girl only replied four dry words, not even saying "good night".

Wen Yuran felt something was wrong no matter how he thought about it.

How about this.

As long as the little girl can call before lunch, she will really forgive the little girl.

time flies.

It was already nine o'clock when Wen Yuran woke up, after cleaning up and eating breakfast, and spending so long with Ye Qinmian in the yard, it was past eleven o'clock when he returned to the house.

She went to the study to read absently for a while, and then looked at the watch, it was already twelve o'clock.

During this period, there was no call.

"Ran Ran! Come down for lunch!"

——As long as the little girl can call before lunch, she will really forgive the little girl.

It's lunch time now, and there's no news yet.

Forget it.

Wen Yuran suppressed his irritability, threw the phone into his purse, and prepared to go downstairs for dinner.

She walked to the door of the study.

At this moment, the phone rang.

On the lit screen, five words flashed: "Little girl film".