monopolize her

"squeak"

The old wooden door covered with small advertisements swayed a few times, revealing a little gap, and the gap expanded little by little, finally revealing the space inside the door.

The room is very dark and narrow, the curtains are tightly closed, there are scattered pieces of furniture in the gloomy living room, the leather on the sofa has holes, revealing the white flesh inside, the wall has peeled off a lot, the environment is quite Difference.

The little girl stood at the door, with big black and beautiful eyes, fair skin, and pink slippers under her feet.

It was incompatible with the dark and dilapidated environment inside. "

"Boss Wen, you're here."

The little girl's eyes were black and white, and the moment her eyes touched Wen Yuran, the eyes lit up.

Wen Yuran slightly avoided the little girl's bright eyes.

Then, suppressing her messy mood, she said in a natural tone, "Well, why is it so dark inside?"

"Watching a movie." The little girl replied.

With that said, Ning An stepped on her slippers and turned around, walked to the window of the living room, and opened the curtains.

Scattered sunlight came in, and the living room suddenly became brighter, and some uncomfortable gloomy atmosphere dissipated.

Although the house is dilapidated, it is still clean and tidy.Wen Yuran has hardly been a guest in such a simple place, and he habitually wanted to change his shoes, but he never found slippers or shoe covers.

"Just come in." The little girl said.

Wen Yuran stepped on his leather boots and walked in, looking at the room.The house is nothing special except a little broken.

"Mr. Wen can sit there." The little girl pointed to the sofa.

The sofa is very old. Although Wen Yuran usually doesn't pursue extravagance too much, at least he hasn't treated himself badly. This sofa looks so old that it doesn't look like a human sitting on it.

She was a little uncomfortable and sat on it with a sullen face, but she didn't show it obviously because of her family education and self-cultivation.

Wen Yuran didn't even know what he was thinking.During the Chinese New Year, you should be at home with your loved ones. It’s such a comfortable thing, why come here?

The little girl poured her a glass of water, but Wen Yuran held it in her hand and didn't drink it.

"How do you live in this place?" Wen Yuran asked.

The little girl lowered her head and replied: "Near the school, only here is the cheapest rent."

For the expected reason.

Wen Yuran responded, "Do you want to live in another place?"

Ning An suddenly raised his head, stared at Wen Yuran, and blinked his eyes twice.

Then he spit out two words from his mouth very simply——

"Yes I do."

Wen Yuran smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

She was not surprised by the answer at all, and said, "I'll ask my assistant to arrange a house for you some other day. If you have any requirements, tell me now."

Ning An asked in a low voice, "Can I ask for anything?"

A bit of irritability floated out from the bottom of my heart.

It's just a new piece of evidence, proving that the purpose of the little girl's coming here for money is nothing new, so what's the point of getting upset?

Wen Yuran agreed coldly: "Yes."

The little girl bent her eyes, the dimple on her left cheek was faintly visible, her skin was dazzlingly white, and her smile was pure and sweet.

Seeing this smile, Wen Yuran couldn't help frowning again, and the irritability in his heart deepened a little.

The little girl began to report her request, her articulate words were clear and her voice was low and slow.

"I want a single floor, not too big and not too empty, with smart fingerprint locks, floor-to-ceiling windows, facing the river..."

"There is Margaux in 83 on the wall shelf, there is dried eucalyptus in the vase on the coffee table, standing on the bedside table in the guest room can reach the air outlet of the heating..."

When listening to the beginning, Wen Yuran was a little absent-minded, but as the little girl's request got longer and longer, Wen Yuran became more and more impatient.

When Wen Yuran heard the words "Standing on the bedside table in the guest room, you can reach the air outlet of the heater", Wen Yuran realized something, a certain guess bubbled in his mind, and his heart ached.

In the next second, the little girl said the rest.

"Mr. Wen, I want to move to your house, okay?"

The little girl's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing by, afraid of disturbing something.

Wen Yuran was stunned for a moment, those seemingly irritating feelings seemed to be thrown into a sponge, which was so soft that it disappeared without a trace.

The heart skipped a beat.

"I'm used to living alone." Wen Yuran's tone was still indifferent.

The corners of the mouth could not help but turn up a little bit.

Wen Yuran didn't know how much sincerity was put in the little girl's words, and how many hypocritical calculations were hidden.

Some undisguised scheming is there, but it just doesn't make people hate it.

"Oh……"

The little girl lowered her head, her cheeks shrouded in the shadows, and whispered a word.

Looks down.

Seeing the little girl's depressed appearance, Wen Yuran felt a little soft-hearted, but quickly restrained herself.

"Change your request." Wen Yuran said.

The little girl drooped her head, shook her head, her black braids swayed twice in front of her shoulders, and the ends of her hair seemed to be scratching at the tip of Wen Yuran's heart.

"Forget it, I don't want to live in another place." The little girl whispered.

Absurd thoughts popped up, Wen Yuran almost had the urge to agree, but in the end he pressed it back.

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly: "Then do you want anything else?"

"Yes, I have."

"what?"

into silence.

The room was eerily quiet, and this eerie silence lasted for a while.

"Have you thought about it yet?" Wen Yuran asked.

"Well, there are so many I want, it's hard to choose." The little girl bit her lip.

Wen Yuran responded, and waited patiently, drawing a limit in his heart, as long as it wasn't over the top, it didn't matter for the lion to open his mouth at all.

Another five seconds passed.

The little girl seemed to have made her choice, and when she raised her eyes, a pair of big round and black eyes stared straight into Wen Yuran's eyes.

"Have you chosen?"

"Well, I haven't finished the movie just now, can Mr. Wen accompany me to finish it?"

Wen Yuran was startled again.

The lion's mouth is too small, and even a hair can't be stuffed in.

I don't know what the little girl is planning.

"Okay." Wen Yuran had no reason to refuse, and agreed.

So the little girl stood up, walked to the window, closed the curtains again, and the room went dark instantly.

Wen Yuran had a somewhat ominous premonition.

Then the little girl approached with her laptop in her arms. The laptop looked old and cheap, with stickers on it that obviously didn't match the girl's style, and it was obviously second-hand.

The laptop was placed on the coffee table, and the video on the screen was suspended in a dark tone, with a black patch in the center of the screen.

The sofa sank slightly, and the little girl sat beside her.

Press the space bar.

The video started to play, the camera zoomed out, and the black thing in the center of the screen revealed the whole picture - it was the black hair of a female ghost draped in front.

really……

The ominous premonition was confirmed.

Does the little girl like watching ghost movies so much?Want to go to the cinema again?

Recalling the appearance of the little girl taking the initiative to approach her, it's actually not bad.

Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes and thought.

This is a classic thriller with clear picture quality, impeccable acting, soundtrack, plot, and editing. Even if you start watching from the middle, you can be quickly attracted.

It was eerily dark in the room.

The picture on the screen was also eerily dark.

On the empty cemetery, the flying ashes of paper money were blown up by the wind, the pale skirt brushed against the cold tombstone, and a cold and mournful singing sounded.

The singing was so loud that it was not like a human voice, and the wind blew up his thick black hair, revealing a face.

A face without eyeballs.

The lens is still zooming in a little bit, the eyes are only the whites of the eyes, and the bright red blood drops rolled out from the whites of the eyes, the corners of the mouth are split, and the cracks reach the ears.

Wen Yuran quickly forgot the other things, his heart seemed to be clenched, the chill crawled up from the soles of his feet, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

"Don't be afraid..." A small voice drilled into his ears.

Wen Yuran turned his head stiffly, and found that the little girl was sitting obediently next to her, unexpectedly she didn't move her hands or feet, but just told her not to be afraid.

"A ghost in a movie will never hurt you."

"If this ghost won't hurt you, then don't be afraid."

The little girl's low voice came from beside her ears, slipping into her heart with a trace of cold breath.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath.

It's a bit embarrassing.

But it's really not that scary anymore.