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The short vacation is over, and Wen Yuran is going back to work.

It is always the busiest around Chinese New Year. There are a lot of things accumulated in the company. Wen Yuran sorted out the affairs, planned the itinerary in advance, and then completed each item in an orderly manner.

Chatting with the little girl every night has become a daily habit again.The little girl didn't make any outrageous actions or words, and the chat was quite comfortable.

Only occasionally, the little girl would send some irritating selfies, and some chaotic thoughts would enter disturbing dreams. After waking up, she had to pour a few handfuls of cold water to calm down a little.

At times like this, she didn't want to reply to the little girl's news.

At other times, Wen Yuran would feel irritable out of thin air. There were too many uncertainties in the little girl. She was a little confused about the little girl's rhythm, and even a little confused about her own attitude towards the little girl.

Wen Yuran has always been tired of things that are out of control, but inexplicably, when these out of control and uncertainties happened to the little girl, she became surprisingly patient.

As for those entangled thoughts, I turned them over several times in my mind, hung up and down, couldn't get rid of them, but couldn't find an outlet to vent them.

After the holiday ended, about a week later, Ning An took the initiative to send a message——

[naw]: My birthday is coming soon!

【naw】: Go out to play with me, okay? [Expectation.jpg]

After reading the news, Wen Yuran recalled the numbers on the information, the little girl's birthday should be this Saturday.

There was a lot of work that day, but if I took it easy, I could free up time.

But she felt that she had no position to remember the little girl's birthday, so Wen Yuran sent a special message to ask.

[Wen Yuran]: When is your birthday?

【naw】: Saturday.

[Wen Yuran]: Where do you want to go?

Ning An replied quickly.

【naw】: I want to go to the playground.

Wen Yuran kept this promise in his heart.

After returning to the company, Wen Yuran asked his assistant to advance or postpone Saturday's schedule, and even worked an extra day for this, so that at least the whole Saturday was free.

Friday night.

Ye Qinmian called Wen Yuran.

"Are you coming back for dinner tomorrow?" Ye Qinmian asked on the phone.

Wen Yuran replied: "No, I have something to do tomorrow."

Ye Qinmian sighed: "Your brother is not in a good state of study recently, you should come back and talk to him as soon as possible, he will listen to you more."

Wen Yuran frowned and paused.

Since Ye Qinmian called her, she must have encountered a difficult matter, and she has always been very concerned about her brother's activities.

If it was changed to the past, she would have rejected the little girl's agreement.After all, the little girl is just an outsider, her birthday is nothing more than it happens every year, so it's not a rare thing.

But when she thought of the little girl's dejected appearance, and could even describe the steam in those eyes, her heart softened inexplicably.

It's never easy to go back on what you promised.

"I can't push back on Saturday, come back on Sunday night." Wen Yuran went through the itinerary in his mind, there is an important dinner at noon on Sunday, and the evening entertainment can be pushed.

"Alright." Ye Qinmian let out a long breath.

Then, Wen Yuran asked about Wen Qu's general condition, then rubbed his head and hung up the phone.

This is the first time that Wen Yuran has clearly realized that he has gone too far.

Although Wen Qu was not in a hurry, but an outsider's birthday actually allowed her to postpone her family affairs, and she had allocated too much energy on the little girl.

Just for the last time.Wen Yuran said in his heart.

Yes, the last time, after this birthday, she will distance herself from the little girl

It's Saturday.

Wen Yuran got up early, put on light makeup in good spirits, and then drove to pick up the little girl.

The little girl is wearing a khaki coat today, with a fluffy white sweater inside, braided braids, and an overly beautiful and cute face, which is quite eye-catching.

Sitting in the car, you can see men on the side of the road glancing at the little girl.

Wen Yuran couldn't bear to look at the little girl a few more times, and before the atmosphere became awkward, Wen Yuran looked away.

"Happy birthday."

"Thank you, Mr. Wen."

This conversation was quite blunt, Wen Yuran felt a little uncomfortable, held his breath slightly, and then started the car and drove to the largest playground in the city.

There was a traffic jam on the road, the two of them didn't speak much, and the air in the narrow car was stagnant.

Finally arrived at the playground, the little girl led the way.

"I want to play this."

Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows: "You go."

"Boss Wen, come together, okay?"

The little girl stared at her with wide eyes.

That's it.

After all, it's someone's birthday.

"alright."

In fact, I regretted it after agreeing, those projects were too young and energetic, completely inconsistent with her character and mentality.

It will definitely be uncomfortable.

But there is still a gap between imagination and reality. It’s okay to watch those projects, but it’s interesting to really be there, and the experience...isn’t that bad.

From the carousel, to the jumping machine and the roller coaster, the wind is blowing by your ears.

Since dropping out of school five years ago to take over the company, she has always behaved maturely, after all, that is the only way to calm down her subordinates.But in fact, she is only 25 years old, some accumulated depression seems to be released, and the whole person seems to be younger.

Later, Wen Yuran bought a cotton candy in a good mood.

It's not too much of a waste of time to come out this time.Wen Yuran smiled, thinking so.

Later, when it was time for dinner, the little girl insisted on playing on the Ferris wheel.

"Let's find a place to have lunch first." Wen Yuran looked at the time and said.

"Play another project."

The little girl's voice was quite firm and persistent, and her dark eyes stared at Wen Yuran, as if everything she wanted was sure to be obtained.

"Alright." Wen Yuran didn't insist anymore, exhaled lightly, and agreed.

The two got into the compartment of the Ferris wheel and fastened their seat belts under the guidance of the staff.

The vision outside the glass began to rise, and the blue sky looked up.

The rising speed of the ferris wheel was very slow, so slow that Wen Yuran began to lose his mind.

Wen Yuran also had a student time, and also knew some romantic significance of the Ferris wheel. The little girl insisted on finishing this project, probably because of her intentions.

It's a pity that no matter how romantic the mind is, the purpose is not pure.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran's originally sunny mood became somewhat unhappy.

As the Ferris wheel rises, the people below gradually shrink into black spots.

The overlooking scenery is good, but Wen Yuran is tired of looking at the company's floor-to-ceiling windows, and there is nothing new.

The Ferris wheel is about to reach the top.

But she was prepared.

Wen Yuran felt that no matter what the little girl said or did, he would not react too much.

Time passed by, and she waited quietly.

The space is very quiet.

Terribly quiet.

Just before the Ferris wheel reached the top, the little girl finally spoke and broke the silence.

"Mr. Wen, do you remember what my WeChat name is?" the little girl asked.

This question was unexpected, Wen Yuran answered unconsciously: "naw."

Naw is a word, slang, with a simple meaning and no deep connotation.

Thinking about it, he turned his attention away, and finally, he was caught by the little girl's voice again.

The little girl seemed to smile, her voice was clear and slow, she paused every word, as if she wanted to carve each word into her bones——

"n, a, w."

"Ning'an."

"Love."

"Wen Yuran."

The voice is not loud, and it can flow to the bottom of my heart along the sunlight.