monopolize her

Wen Yuran felt that he had read a long, long, long book, but when he looked at his watch, he found that only half an hour had passed.

His eyes were a bit astringent, Wen Yuran rubbed his temples, picked up his phone, opened WeChat, the phrase "Mr. Wen, are you free tomorrow? [cute.jpg]" was still stuck on the chat interface

Wen Yuran thought for a while, and then replied.

【Wen Yuran】: No time.

After replying, Wen Yuran put the phone aside again, and continued to concentrate on reading.

About 10 minutes passed.

Wen Yuran also threw the book aside.

The thoughts in my head are chaotic, I can't find a clue, and it is rare for a clear point to emerge, but it is submerged back by the messy tide.

Wen Yuran went to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and the smoke slid around his lungs before he exhaled it, and then the hazy smoke was blown away by the wind.

Finally, the train of thought became a little clearer.

She admitted that she did have such a slight feeling for the little girl.

But the little girl seems to only have feelings for her money.

This is wrong, very wrong.

Wen Yuran felt a little bored inexplicably.

She opened her fingers slightly, inserted them into the middle of the loose hair, supported her head and began to think carefully.

So far, the little girl has received her father's full medical expenses and a mobile phone.

But the medical expenses were promised when we first met.

So to be precise, the little girl spent so long with her, only got a mobile phone, and rejected a set of real estate.

It doesn't look like he loves money and worships money.

What is that little girl for?

Wen Yuran recalled that before they met, the little girl had already caught up with Wen Qu's line, and after getting a general idea of ​​her temperament and hobbies, she used Ge Tianhai's ladder to get acquainted with herself.

It has been planned for a long time, and it is absolutely impossible for some inconspicuous reason such as love at first sight.

Could it be related to business competition?

Wen Yuran pondered for a while, then secretly denied this guess.

She is extremely guarded in this regard, and has never mentioned a single word about work to the little girl, and she will never let the little girl have the opportunity to contact important documents.The company has complete monitoring and jammers, even so, every time the little girl enters the company to deliver meals, she will remind the assistant to check for abnormalities.

The little girl never had any intention of inquiring about work affairs.

Therefore, it is less likely to be related to commercial competition.

Wen Yuran thought about it, and then turned around again.

After going through all the different possibilities in his mind, Wen Yuran felt that there was only one reason that was the most likely - seeking money.

As for why the little girl refused the property, she probably just wanted to put a long line to catch big fish.

So it's still about the money.

Wen Yuran squinted his eyes and put out the cigarette, feeling even more depressed.

Although Wen Yuran's reply on WeChat was only a dry "no time", the little girl still sent several WeChat messages.

Wen Yuran didn't reply.

Finally, the little girl sent a message like this——

[naw]: Mr. Wen must have slept so he didn't reply, good night... [Depressed.jpg]

Wen Yuran looked at this message, endured it for a while, and finally restrained the urge to reply.

I was still a little depressed.

do not want to reply.

When going to bed at night, Wen Yuran put her phone far away, even so, her sleep was still unstable, and it took her several times longer than usual to completely fall asleep.

I had a dream again, the corridor in the dream was very narrow and dark, and the little girl's lips were very red and soft.

The kiss in the dream was no longer superficial, the dexterous tongues poked in, entangled with each other, all the blood surged up, and the faces of both of them were flushed.

Maybe there is a further step, but the dream is vague and I can't remember it clearly.

The next day, when Wen Yuran woke up, his face was hot.

She was woken up by the phone ringing.

The mobile phone was placed on the recliner far away from the bed. Wen Yuran supported his head, got up from the bed in his pajamas, and walked to the mobile phone.

The caller displayed on the screen is "Tian Xiaoxin".

Looking at the caller's name, Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, but was inexplicably disappointed.

"Hi, Wen Yuran, good morning."

Tian Xiaoxin kept the habit of a few years ago and still called her by her full name.Wen Yuran felt a little uncomfortable, but quickly reacted and greeted with a dry voice.

"Good morning." Wen Yuran's voice could vaguely distinguish the hazyness of just waking up.

"Are you just awake?"

"Yeah, I slept late last night."

Tian Xiaoxin diverged a few words after this topic, and greeted Wen Yuran's family politely, and then made it clear why she came: "I have something to do at noon today, so I can change the meal to evening, is that okay?"

Wen Yuran's head was still a little dizzy just after waking up, and then he remembered that he had an appointment with Tian Xiaoxin today, paused, and agreed: "No problem."

The two of them confirmed the time and place again, and after another 2 minutes of politeness, they hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuran recalled the dream last night and felt a little headache. Then he opened WeChat and found that the little girl hadn't sent any new messages.

The inexplicable disappointment began to swell again.

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly, and decided to put the little girl's concerns aside.

The Tian family and the Wen family have always been friends. She and Tian Xiaoxin reunited after a long absence. Out of etiquette considerations, gifts are indispensable.

Few stores opened during the Chinese New Year, so Wen Yuran directly called the owner of a jewelry business, explained his appeal, and delivered the goods to his door in the afternoon.The gift packaging is perfect, elegant and atmospheric, and it can be considered handy.

After dealing with the gift matter, most of my messy thoughts have been dispersed.

In the evening, when it was almost time, Wen Yuran called the driver, and then drove to the agreed place.

The decoration of the restaurant is simple and elegant, the lighting tone is romantic, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass, and clear piano music echoes leisurely.

Tian Xiaoxin has arrived early.

I haven't seen her for many years, but the changes are obvious, her temperament is more mature, her outfit is more trendy, her hair is dyed hot blonde, she is wearing a black leather jacket, and there are a few shining earrings on her ears.

The habit has not changed, I still like the window seat.

Wen Yuran showed an invariable smile, and walked up quickly to say hello, without any disturbance in his heart.

The two exchanged gifts, thanked each other, ordered food humbly, and began to chat.

"Are you planning to settle down in China this time?" Wen Yuran asked her.

"Yes, but I have to go back to China in five days, and there are still things that the tutor has not dealt with."

Next, Tian Xiaoxin began to talk about her novel experiences abroad, while Wen Yuran introduced her to the domestic situation.

Later, the topic slowly changed and turned to the relationship they had talked about before.

"It was like a joke at the time." Tian Xiaoxin teased with a smile.

Wen Yuran couldn't hold back a chuckle, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot.

"I remember that I was very proud at the time. At that time, there were men and women chasing you, and the queue at the gate of the women's toilet at the train station was longer than that. I succeeded, and I showed it off for a long time. Now that I think about it, it's true. Childish." Tian Xiaoxin drank some red wine, relaxed a bit, and spoke less scruples.

It was all in college, and Wen Yuran did have quite a few suitors, some for money, some for looks, and some like Tian Xiaoxin for a name.It's been so long ago that I can't even remember a human face.

Anyway, Wen Yuran was good at this kind of communication, so he naturally praised him back.

On the street, the street lights are on.

The wind in the evening was a bit cold, and the dim light cast a long and narrow tree shadow.

Under the tree, in the black shadows, stood a little girl with a dead leaf on her white sneakers.

The little girl stood quietly under the tree, raised her head, and looked at the French restaurant on the second floor.

Through the clean glass wall, one can see two women sitting near the window, having a good conversation.

The author has something to say: It is expected to enter v on 3.7 (Thursday), and there will be a [-]D stamp

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