monopolize her

Actually called.

Wen Yuran looked down at the "little girl's picture" flashing on the screen, and a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed across his heart.

"Hello." Wen Yuran answered the phone.

"Boss Wen."

The little girl's voice had returned to normal, and she didn't feel weak like yesterday at all.

It looks really good.

Wen Yuran's tone was still very light: "What are you calling for?"

"Report for safety, I'm afraid Mr. Wen is worried." There was a slight smile in his voice, "Is Mr. Wen very worried about me?"

Wen Yuran frowned, and replied: "No."

"Oh."

The little girl seemed depressed.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Wen Yuran ignored the little girl's depressed mood, changed her posture, and asked a question.

"I originally went out to buy brown sugar, but later I met a classmate on the road and was invited to play at my classmate's house."

There was almost nothing wrong with this answer, and it perfectly explained why the little girl went out with dysmenorrhea.

Therefore, yesterday was accompanied by someone else.

Which classmate?

How is the relationship?How late do you stay?

But asking again is crossing the line.

Wen Yuran always felt that something was stuck in his heart.

After a while, she frowned, restrained her thoughts, and responded with a casual "hmm".

After "En", the little girl's low voice came from the receiver: "I'm at home now."

"so what?"

"So, if Mr. Wen is willing, he can come over."

The little girl's voice was not loud, like a peeled lychee, watery, slipping into the ears, very nice to hear.

"I'm busy now."

Looking out of the window, Wen Yuran suppressed the sway that had just ignited, and replied indifferently.

Of course I don't have time now, she wants to accompany her mother and younger brother, and maybe some relatives and friends will come to visit later, this sentence is absolutely true.

"I'll be at home for the next few days."

The little girl's voice continued to slip into Wen Yuran's ears as if soaked in sugar water.

Wen Yuran bent his mouth unconsciously, and the discomfort in his heart dissipated.

Then, Wen Yuran replied lukewarmly: "Let's talk about it."

"Ran Ran! Eat!"

Next, Ye Qinmian urged again.

Wen Yuran hung up the phone, turned around and went downstairs, her steps on the mahogany spiral staircase were easy.

Clearly, she was in a good mood.

Ye Qinmian could also see that Wen Yuran was in a good mood, so he began to inquire: "You look so good, do you have any good news?"

Wen Ran smiled, and replied calmly: "I haven't worked for the past two days, and I'm relieved, so I'm in a better mood."

Ye Qinmian didn't believe it, and asked, "Don't hide it from Mom, tell the truth, is it Tian Xiaoxin?"

Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows: "Tian Xiaoxin?"

Guan Tian Xiaoxin, what's the matter?

"I talked to Tian's family on the phone again today, and said that Tian Xiaoxin wanted to see you as soon as she returned to China and asked you to have dinner. In fact, you went out yesterday to find her. It's not a shameful thing. It doesn't matter if you say it." Ye Qinmian said Picking up vegetables, while trying to match Wen Yuran's words.

Wen Yuran pulled the corner of his mouth: "Mom, don't guess, Tian Xiaoxin has never contacted me."

Ye Qinmian obviously still didn't believe it.

Wen Yuran didn't explain anymore, using the perfunctory skills in the mall, and quickly changed the topic,

In the afternoon, Tian Xiaoxin called Wen Yuran.

After several years of no contact, the other party changed the number a long time ago, Wen Yuran only knew that the other party was Tian Xiaoxin after answering the phone.

Wen Yuran had no feelings for this ex-girlfriend, and there was no embarrassment.

When answering the phone, Wen Yuran had almost no psychological burden.

After answering the phone, she found that Tian Xiaoxin had no psychological burden either.

The voice on the phone was familiar.It's just that they haven't seen each other for so long, and the relationship is already unfamiliar. The way the two of them talk is not like their ex-girlfriend, but more like acquaintances who barely know each other.

The topics are nothing more than "Long time no see", "How are you doing recently", "Is it suitable for you", "How about jet lag"...

There was a round of pleasantries followed by a round of nonsense. After 10 minutes, the two of them actually didn't say anything.

Ten minutes later, Tian Xiaoxin finally said something informative.

"My mother said that I stayed in the ivory tower during my study abroad and didn't have much contact with the society. Now I'm not familiar with the domestic environment and asked me to learn more from you, so I took the liberty to contact you. When will we have dinner together? "

No wonder the Tian family always called Ye Qinmian these two days.

The Tian family and the Wen family have always had a good relationship, and Wen Yuran is willing to help.

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran glanced at the calendar by the windowsill, calculated the time, and said, "How about tomorrow at noon?"

"Okay, that's it, let me say thank you in advance." Tian Xiaoxin smiled.

The two talked nonsense politely, and finally hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuran looked at the calendar and pondered for a while.

Actually, I'm free this afternoon and evening.

But she didn't make an appointment with Tian Xiaoxin for today.

Because subconsciously, she felt that there should be arrangements for this afternoon.

——If Mr. Wen is willing, he can come here.

The little girl's sweet voice came from deep in the ear canal, as if she forgot to wipe her mouth after eating lychees, and the residual sweetness led people to the unknown depths.

It felt wrong, like something uncontrollable had slipped out of her hand and was developing in an unruly direction, and her excellent self-control was useless in this area.

Wen Yuran felt that he should reflect on himself.

How can a poor student who came here for money deserve so much energy?

She closed her eyes and thought for a while in silence.

The little girl's well-behaved face and watery eyes became clearer and clearer, and finally became a lingering portrait.

In the end, this reflection ended with a basketful of upsets.

Before Wen Yuran could figure out what he was thinking, he got up from the chair and went out with the car keys.

During the Chinese New Year, the street was very empty, and there was almost no traffic jam. Wen Yuran drove the car into the dirty alley smoothly and parked under the little girl's building.

The path was still empty, but it was daytime after all, the sun was shining, and the eerie feeling of night was gone.

When Wen Yuran walked into the corridor, a damp and cold breath came over his face. Under the sun, the corridor was piled up with sundries, and the dilapidated walls were full of traffic and small advertisements for picking locks.

The environment is so bad, I don't know how the little girl can live.

When the Chinese New Year is over, find a new place for the little girl to live in.

Wen Yuran thought about it secretly, he had already climbed up the stairs.

The third floor, here we come.

The door in front of me was made of wood, and gave off a faint smell of decay, as if it would fall down with a slight push.

Wen Yuran squeezed the palm of his hand, raised his arm, and knocked lightly on the door three times.

"Wait a minute." The little girl's sweet voice came from the door.

Wen Yuran stood at the door waiting, feeling a little nervous.