monopolize her

The little girl's voice was very ethereal, as if it came from another space, that ethereal voice slowly approached the eardrums, approaching a dangerous distance.

Wen Yuran has no choice but to retreat.

The voice seemed to be unreal, and the sound and meaning of the words went through my head, as if something was left, and it seemed that nothing was left.

But the touch on the lips is real.

Icy cold.

Soft, like a sweet glutinous rice cake.

The Ferris wheel has reached the top.

Wen Yuran sat still, didn't close his eyes, didn't dodge, just sat there, for a moment, Wen Yuran couldn't even feel his heartbeat and breathing at all, as if every part of his body had lost its function, and he couldn't do anything at all. give an accurate response.

The first part of the body to react is the heart.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The dense heartbeat suddenly became extremely loud, like a fierce thunder drum, covering all the sounds at the eardrum.

Wen Yuran stood there stiffly, and he could vaguely see the silhouette of the little girl's eyelashes in his vision, so close that the little girl's breath enveloped all perception.

It's hard for her to describe the little girl's breath, which is mixed with cold and soft, pure and sharp, like...

like what?

Before Wen Yuran could find a suitable adjective, his lips were pried open.

A flexible tip of the tongue poked in, as if a cold and lingering snake had invaded the mouth, shed its pure outer skin, and was full of aggressiveness.

The cold breath approached the depths of her mouth, making her shiver in shock.

Only then did Wen Yuran suddenly realize what kind of situation he was in.

She was kissed by the little girl.

And the little girl is holding the initiative.

The above two points, the first point is acceptable, the second point is so weird that she is quite unpleasant.

Wen Yuran tried to save a little face, but it was too late, the little girl had already mastered all the rhythms.

She put her hand on the little girl's shoulder, trying to get away from the passive kiss, but the little girl's body was like a statue pressing in front of her, and she couldn't push it away no matter what.

The cold temperature is still pushing in, Wen Yuran slowly adapts to this temperature, the soft tongues are entangled together, dragging people to indulge in the gentle place.

It's not...not annoying.

In the end, all thoughts were drowned in the sound of heartbeat, and slowly, Wen Yuran let go of the fingers he was holding.

The ferris wheel turned back to the starting point little by little, and the noise of the crowd gradually approached.

Lip points.

The little girl withdrew, sat back firmly in her seat, lowered her head, as if nothing had happened.

Wen Yuran felt empty in her heart, but she quickly suppressed the empty feeling, closed her lips, sat up straight with a cold face, then stabilized her mind, and straightened her collar and curly hair.

"you……"

She wanted to say something, but the words swirled on the tip of her tongue.

The little girl raised her head, her eyes were shining, and her expression was innocent, as if the person who just confessed and kissed was not this person.

Seeing that the little girl looked fine, Wen Yuran swallowed the rest of the words.

She sullenly, did not speak again.

The heartbeat has not completely calmed down, there are still hazy memories on the lips and the base of the tongue, and the thoughts in the mind are terribly chaotic.

The staff opened the door.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath and went out first, walking in front.

The little girl lowered her head and followed behind.

Wen Yuran didn't ask or pay attention to the little girl behind, and walked straight forward, her steps were still graceful as usual, but at a faster speed.

Merchants buying food and gadgets shouted from both sides, Wen Yuran didn't even look at it, just looked ahead, bypassed the bustling crowd, and walked out of the gate of the casino.

Soon she found her car, opened the door and got in.

For a moment, she even wanted to lock the car door directly and lock the little girl out.

But her remaining sanity did not allow her to make such a naive move.

The little girl went around the front of the car, went to the passenger seat, opened the door and sat in.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Wen Yuran tried hard to stabilize his heartbeat, but to no avail, the dense heartbeat penetrated into his ears one after another, completely uncontrollable.

She gritted her teeth, and instead of driving in a hurry, she turned her head slightly and took a look at herself in the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the woman's expression was cold, but her cheeks were slightly red, her lips were slightly swollen, and her lipstick was a little off.

Wen Yuran took another deep breath and looked at the little girl in the passenger seat——

I saw the little girl lowered her head as usual, her face was white and tender, there was no trace of blush, her lips were not swollen, and it was almost impossible to tell that she had just been kissed.

Only a little bit of Wen Yuran's lipstick was stuck on the lips, which barely counted as traces, and the thin lips were a little dark red, which added a bit of bright and attractive meaning to the pure temperament.

I didn't even blush, I really didn't do my job well enough.

Wen Yuran thought to himself, and at the same time felt an uncontrollable irritability in his heart.

She lit the ignition and the car started.

Wen Yuran didn't speak, neither did the little girl, the silence spread to every corner of the car.

There was no traffic jam along the way, and it was unimpeded. Soon the car drove to S University and stopped.

"Get out of the car." Wen Yuran's voice was quite cold.

The little girl was very obedient, opened the car door, and got down from her seat.

Then Bai Nen's fingers pressed against the car door, and it took a long time to close it.

The little girl just propped the door of the car like this, condescending, staring at Wen Yuran carefully with her dark eyes, taking a panoramic view of the blush of her cheeks and the redness of her lips.

The next second, the little girl smiled.

The dimples are sweet.

There is satiety, imperativeness, and unconcealable desire in the smile.

Wen Yuran didn't interpret so many emotions, but felt that this smile made her uncomfortable.

Quite uncomfortable.

"Boss Wen, goodbye."

The voice is slow and meaningless.

The little girl closed the car door, turned and left.

Wen Yuran was still on the seat, looking at the back of the little girl going away - the khaki coat was dressed neatly, the split ponytail was gentle and well-behaved, and the skin on the neck was white and dazzling.

Simple and lovely back.

As if all the aggression and oppression were just hallucinations.

Wen Yuran held his forehead and took a deep breath.

After 3 minutes, the heartbeat completely returned to normal.

Wen Yuran stared steadily ahead, then released the brakes, grasped the steering wheel, and continued to drive forward.She turned all her attention to driving, and every operation was extremely standardized, like a student who is new to driving.

Go back and talk about it, don't think about it now.

Forget it.

Forget it.

Forget it.

After returning home, Wen Yuran realized that no birthday present was given out.

She took the gift box and threw it on the coffee table, went to the balcony to light a cigarette.

The feeling of being deliberately ignored before surfaced again, the little girl's voice of confession was still lingering in her ears, and the cold temperature on the tip of her tongue seemed to linger.

All the memories are perfectly stored in the memory, as long as the thoughts are a little bit off, the feeling at that time can be drawn.

Faintly, there was still some heat on his face.

Wen Yuran exhaled the smoke slowly, squinting his eyes, watching the smoke drifting away into the air.

The thoughts fell into a deeper place, and those deep memories were drawn out, one lead wire was strung with another lead wire, burning inward all the time.

The little girl will bring delicious dishes when she is busy and tired.

The little girl would rush over without hesitation when she had dysmenorrhea.

The little girl will also take the trouble to send her WeChat messages, as if she has endless patience.

……

Many memories have beautiful and warm colors. Every time I think about it, I can't help but curl my mouth. The little girl seems to be by her side all the time, and I can make her happy just by looking at her.

But memory is not only warm, and giving is not simple.

Those painstaking approaches, the scheming that crossed the boundary, and the disguise that does not know how much honey is wrapped.

Some are so dedicated that it is difficult to tell the truth from the false, while some are too deep, and every step they take is a bit more guarded.

Many times she really felt that she couldn't see through the little girl.

How can a 19-year-old girl have so much patience, calculate so many details, and be willing to put such a long line to catch a big fish that I don't know if I can catch it.

I really don't know how to learn it.

Oh, and now I am that fish.

In other words, the money in your own pocket is the big fish.

The bait was already in sight.

Does she bite, or does she not bite?

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran became irritable again, and Wen Yuran no longer had the confidence to say, "Purchasing money is not a big problem", as long as she thought that the little girl's purpose was not pure, she couldn't help being irritable.

So wrong.

She didn't think it should be like this.

It shouldn't be like this.

At this time, the phone vibrated.

There is a WeChat message from "naw" on WeChat.

Seeing the word "naw", Wen Yuran couldn't help but start to diverge again, diverging to the little girl's low and soft voice, diverging to the phrase "Ning'an...love..."

Her train of thought was cut off at the most critical place, and she forced herself to stop thinking about it.

Wen Yuran took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as much as possible, and tried his best not to open WeChat.

Then, she forcibly turned her gaze to the upper right corner of the screen to check the time.

It's only one o'clock in the afternoon.

Originally, I wanted to spend the whole day with the little girl, but now something happened, not only the gift was not delivered, but also broke up early.

Wen Yuran suddenly remembered that he had promised Ye Qinmian that he would go back to Wen's house to chat with Wen Qu.

It's a good time to go now, and I can divert my attention.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran put on the lipstick, put all those messy thoughts to the bottom, and then concentrated on driving the car back to Wen's house.

When he returned to Wen's residence, Ye Qinmian was sitting in the yard, with a fashionable feather hat on his head, lazily reading a book against the light.Ye Qinmian heard the sound of the car, looked up, saw the license plate number of Wen Yuran's car, put down his book and stood up.

"Ran Ran, why did you come back early? It's not urgent, so don't delay your work."

"It's okay, the work is over early." Wen Yuran said without changing his face.

"Oh, your brother is doing his homework in the study. If you are not in a hurry, you can find him later."

Wen Yuran nodded, walked into the living room with Ye Qinmian, and sat down on the sofa.

From what I learned over the phone, Wen Qu just likes to be distracted and not focused on his studies. As for the specific performance, Ye Qinmian hasn't said anything yet.

Now that they were sitting on the sofa facing each other, Ye Qinmian lowered his voice and briefly talked about Wen Qu's situation.

"The teacher said that you were the one who went to the parent-teacher meeting last time. Do you still remember the last time he strayed from the topic in his Chinese composition? Do you know why he went off the topic? I just found out after asking. He was in a daze for half an hour during the Chinese exam. , It’s too late to digress when my mentality collapses.”

"This time the teacher came to visit and said that he was always in a daze in the evening self-study, and he didn't finish his homework. This has never happened before."

"I think he probably has something on his mind, maybe he is in a relationship, but no matter how I ask him, he won't say anything.

"Ran Ran, hasn't he always believed in you? Go and talk to him. If he tells any little secrets, you don't have to tell me. The main thing is to enlighten him and let him put his mind back on his studies. Just fine."

Wen Yuran listened carefully.

With a new point of focus, there were not so many messy things in her head, and she began to concentrate on thinking about Wen Qu.

Wen Yuran frowned and recalled, usually looking at this younger brother, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

At this time, there was the sound of light footsteps.

Because the house was very quiet, the sound of footsteps was very clear, Wen Yuran turned around and found that it was Wen Qu who came down to pour water.

Wen Qu greeted with a smile, his expression a little cramped: "Sister, you're back."

"Well, what about homework?" Wen Yuran asked casually, and then looked at Wen Qu's expression.

"Yeah, I'm so tired... I want to take a rest."

Ye Qinmian took the opportunity to say: "Ran Ran, you haven't been here for a few days after the Chinese New Year, go and have a good chat with your brother."

Wen Yuran also picked up the conversation, and said to Wen Qu: "Wen Qu, let me go for a walk outside the yard with you."

Wen Qu looked at his sister, nodded awkwardly, and said, "Okay..."

After going out the door, Wen Yuran and Wen Qu started circling around the yard.

The camellias in the yard are blooming, one red and one purple, with petals layered on top of each other, quite gorgeous. Ye Qinmian likes this bright color, so he planted a lot of them.

As they walked, Wen Yuran talked about the household chores with Wen Qu, never mentioning study.

After a while, Wen Qu saw that he was far away from the door. After hesitating for a while, he pulled Wen Yuran and said, "...Sister...Actually...I heard what my mother said to you just now...I know that I am The state of study is not good, indeed... there is something on my mind..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it." Wen Yuran said calmly.

"It's not that I don't want to say it..." Wen Qu stared at his toes, and said hesitantly, "...I'm actually quite embarrassed. I don't know what to do. I wanted to ask you but I couldn't open my mouth..."

"I also went to high school, and I also encountered many unspeakable things, which is quite normal." Wen Yuran induced calmly.

"Ah... Actually, it's okay..." Wen Qu struggled.

Wen Yuran was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

"Don't tell mom..." Wen Qu forced another sentence out of his mouth.

Wen Yuran smiled and said, "Is it possible for your sister to do such a thing?"

Wen Qu hesitated for a while, hesitated, and finally said, "...that's... there is a female student in the class who likes me very much... I can't refuse, I'm always afraid of hurting her..."

After speaking, the voice became smaller and smaller, like a mosquito, and his face was flushed.

Wen Yuran was dumbfounded after hearing this.

This kind of situation is too vulgar, and you can find a piece of it with a search on the Internet, but it may not be easy for my brother to get in touch with the Internet at this stage of high school.

She has nothing else to say but platitudes.

Wen Yuran quickly figured out the words, and it was nothing more than persuasion to cut the mess quickly, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, etc., and there was no way to make any tricks.

She was about to bring out this set of rhetoric, when she thought of something, she paused.

A question that had been buried in my heart for a long time suddenly surfaced, and the apex of my heart was a little itchy, as if I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't ask it.

As soon as the words came to his lips, when a certain nerve moved, it changed from persuasion to questioning.

"How do you know that female classmate likes you very much?"

After Wen Yuran asked, he felt a little regretful.

I came here to help my brother solve the problem, why did I withdraw to messy things again?

Wen Qu was simple-minded and didn't think too much. Now that my sister had asked, she answered honestly: "Because she confessed to me, and she was very kind to me, pouring water for me, bringing me food, and Buy me all kinds of delicious food."

"How do you know she doesn't have other plans?"

Before realizing it, Wen Yuran had unconsciously continued to ask.

"Huh?" Wen Qu looked confused.

That's right, the circle in high school was simple, if you like it, you like it, clean and tidy, this question is obviously beyond the outline.

Wen Yuran pressed his eyebrows and said in an analogy: "For example, how do you know that she really likes you, and not just to copy your homework?"

Wen Qu rubbed his head, understood what his sister meant, and replied intermittently: "Because...it's easy to see, eyes can't deceive people...as long as I look at her, she will avoid her face, and she will Blushing or something..."

As he spoke, Wen Qu himself blushed with embarrassment.

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly, and felt a little more irritable.

The little girl often looked directly into her eyes, and never blushed, which was indeed different from what girls like in the general sense.

Forget it, what are you thinking about?

Isn't it obvious that the little girl's purpose is impure?

"So sister... what should I do?" Wen Qu asked again.

Wen Yuran drove those thoughts out of her mind - she still remembered that the purpose of this chat was to enlighten Wen Qu.

"If you go after a girl, and people don't like you, and you don't respond, do you feel comfortable?" Wen Yuran said, looking directly into Wen Qu's eyes.

Wen Qu thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"So don't hang on to others, make a decisive decision, and if you want to refuse, refuse, so that you can relax." Then, Wen Yuran repeated the cliché again, making himself a little tired.

The two talked for a long time, and walked around the yard twice, until the third time when they saw the same camellia, they stopped and turned back to Wen's house.

Wen Qu went upstairs to continue his homework.

Wen Yuran was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Ye Qinmian nonchalantly, chatting, and lost his mind again.

She asked Wen Qu to make a decisive decision.

What about yourself?

What a big deal, is it necessary to be so indecisive and indecisive?

Isn't it just a deal, sign it if it's worth it, and thank you behind closed doors if it's not worth it, it couldn't be simpler, why spend so much time and energy on the little girl.

Wen Yuran was thinking, playing with the keychain in his hand, still talking about Ye Qinmian, but his mind was too messed up.

After dinner, Wen Yuran drove away.

Wen Qu was sitting on the sofa, drinking milk while poking the milk box with a straw.

"Has your sister talked to you?" Ye Qinmian inquired.

Wen Qu nodded and continued to poke the milk box.

"How?" Ye Qinmian asked again.

Wen Qu didn't really want to answer, so he tried to change the subject: "It's okay... It's just that my sister is a little strange... Ask me some weird questions..."

Ye Qinmian understood, sighed, and said: "Tian Xiaoxin has gone abroad again, your sister must miss her very much, when she chatted with me just now, she was out of her mind."

"Really." Wen Qu accepted the answer, continued to think about his own problems, and unconsciously poked the box with a straw in his hand.

Here, Wen Yuran returned to his home.

When she got home, she felt very tired, so she took off her coat and lay down on the bed to rest.

She was tired, but she just couldn't fall asleep. There seemed to be a thread hanging in her head, tightly clenched, which made her unable to sleep.

All she was thinking about was those messy things, and she felt that she should make a decision. '

The phone vibrated again.

Since saying goodbye to the little girl at noon, the phone vibrated every once in a while. She knew it was the little girl's message, but she just didn't want to read it.

I do not want to see.

Wen Yuran was annoyed by the phone, so he simply opened WeChat, instead of reading the news, he clicked on the "Contacts".

With a swipe of your finger, slide to the column of the letter "n", click on "naw", and then click to delete the contact.

[Deleting the contact "naw" will also delete the chat history with this contact. 】

There are two buttons below - the red "delete" and the black "cancel".

Wen Yuran's finger stopped above the word "delete".

stop there.

Just can't hold it down.

It's like pressing that button and something will be thrown away.

She gritted her teeth, finally moved her finger to the side, and clicked "Cancel".

Forget it.

Let’s settle for the next best thing, as long as the little girl is blacklisted first, the effect will be the same.

This time, she moved so fast that the little girl was already on the blacklist before her brain could respond.

Now, the phone won't vibrate anymore.

Wen Yuran felt that the world was quiet, she put her phone elsewhere, lay back on the bed, and began to sleep peacefully.

Two minutes later, Wen Yuran turned over.

Three minutes later, Wen Yuran turned over again.

Three minutes and five seconds later, Wen Yuran turned over again.

Then, Wen Yuran sat up.

Wen Yuran picked up the phone again, opened WeChat, and released the little girl from the blacklist.

After doing this, it felt like a stone was missing from my heart.

She put down her phone and lay down to rest again, feeling much more stable.

This break fell straight into dreamland.

She dreamed again.

It was the Ferris wheel again in the dream, other scenes were blurred, there seemed to be a sweet singing voice in my ears, and the little girl's confession voice was very pleasant.

With a fire in his heart, Wen Yuran was bewitched, leaned over to the little girl, and kissed the two tender lips.

The little girl's lips were soft and delicious.

Wen Yuran took the initiative to poke his tongue in, and then all the scenes were roughly similar to what he experienced today.

It's just that in the dream, Wen Yuran held the initiative.

The little girl was so kissed that her eyes were filled with water vapor, her cheeks were flushed, and she was too shy to raise her head.

That's right.

This is much more comfortable.

Wen Yuran thought in his dream.

In the morning, when Wen Yuran woke up, it was just before six o'clock.

I went to bed too early last night and slept for too long, so that my head was a little dizzy.

Wen Yuran propped his head up, walked to the window along the familiar path, opened the curtains, and stood facing the window for a long time before he remembered yesterday's dream.

I feel a little hot and a little ridiculous.

Why do you have such unreasonable dreams all day long?

But the little girl's watery eyes and flushed cheeks are always lingering in front of my eyes, extremely delicious and alluring.

It's a pity that I haven't seen it in reality...

Wen Yuran was taken aback by this dangerous thought. While rubbing her temples, she took a deep breath, suppressed all the images in her dream, and after a while, she went to the bathroom and poured cold water on her face.

Can't go on like this.

When facing her subordinates and partners, what she hates the most is indecisive people, but what is she like now?

Give it a break as soon as possible, and at the end of the day, be generous and give more money.

We must end it early.

After Wen Yuran repeated this sentence twice in his heart, he started to pack up and go to the company.

In order to free up Saturday, there are still a lot of things in the company.

Sitting in the car, Wen Yuran was thinking about today's affairs, and the little girl's face appeared in his head unexpectedly.

It seems that as long as you refuse, this face will disappear from your life, and then you will never see it again.

As soon as this possibility came to the fore, I felt a sudden pain in my heart.

Wen Yuran gripped the steering wheel weakly.

little girl question...

Let it go.

After going to the company, the first thing Wen Yuran did was to find an assistant.

"If someone who has nothing to do with work comes to me today, just reject it and don't let it in."

The assistant secretly defined "people who have nothing to do with work", and had a little idea in mind.

After Wen Yuran put down his words, he sat down at the desk, and every time he was in a hurry to start working, he turned on his phone and looked at it first.

The notification bar on the main screen shows that there are more than ten unread messages from "naw".

Still don't want to watch it.

Wen Yuran took back her phone and started working.

Work hard and don't look at your phone.

This sentence successfully convinced himself, Wen Yuran forced his arm to put the phone aside, and then began to look through the large stack of documents in hand.

The dinner at noon went well. The other party came back from overseas, didn't drink much, and had a relaxed meal.

In the afternoon, Wen Yuran felt a little pain in his lower abdomen.

She took a breath and glanced at the numbers on the phone's calendar.

Sure enough, it's the holiday season again.

Fortunately, I didn't drink much at noon, and the pain was not as obvious as last time, but it still involved a lot of energy.

Wen Yuran bit the bullet, tried to concentrate and speed up the work at hand, and finally finished all the planned tasks before the off-duty time.

She drove home, swallowed two pills, then retreated to the couch and turned on the TV.

The loneliness in the pain was quietly magnified, and she was alone in the whole house, even if the TV was on, it was deserted.

Obviously this time it didn't hurt like last time, but it was more uncomfortable than last time.

Wen Yuran pinched the phone, all her restraint seemed to be exhausted at this moment, she couldn't hold back, clicked on WeChat, and then clicked into the "naw" chat interface.

[naw]: Is Mr. Wen home yet?

[naw]: I am very happy today, but I am a little disappointed that I did not receive a gift from Mr. Wen. [Frustration.jpg]

【naw】: Mr. Wen will be happy to give you anything~

【naw】: Are you asleep?

【naw】: Good night, have a good dream!

[naw]: Good morning! [Beautiful Sun.jpg]

……

[naw]: Mr. Wen ignored me...[Grievance.jpg]

[naw]: It's twelve o'clock at noon, will Mr. Wen talk to me before one o'clock in the afternoon?

【naw】: Before two o'clock? [Expected Star Eyes.jpg]

[naw]: It's three o'clock now... Boss Wen still ignored me... QAQ

【naw】：QAQ

[naw]: Mr. Wen clearly promised me that my birthday can meet one of my requirements.

[naw]: I'm not demanding, so just reply me, okay?

【naw】: Reply, okay~

Wen Yuran looked at the text on the interface, feeling inexplicably hot in his heart.

The lower abdomen seems to be less painful.

For a moment, she even felt that no matter what impure purpose the little girl had, it didn't matter anymore.

Wen Yuran pinched the phone, hesitated with his fingers for a long time, and finally pulled his face down and replied.

【Wen Yuran】: Not good.

Almost at the same moment, the phone vibrated.

[naw]: Mr. Wen replied to me!

【naw】:[Happy to circle.jpg]

Next, Wen Yuran looked at the chat interface and smiled, feeling warm in his heart.

In the next second, she remembered the idea she had made this morning and wanted to end it as soon as possible.

The smile faded back.

She threw the phone aside and stared at the pale ceiling in a daze.

In the morning, Wen Yuran woke up on the sofa.

The sunlight came in through the glass door of the balcony, dazzling the eyes.

what happened?

Did you not draw the curtains?

Wen Yuran opened his eyes, touched the leather sofa under his hands, and realized that he was not on the bed.

When the memory returned to her mind, she remembered that she was lying on the sofa yesterday, and fell asleep after feeling dizzy, and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes, got up on his arms, looked at the blanket on his body, and thought about it.

Did you take the blanket yesterday?

Maybe, can't remember.

Wen Yuran got off the sofa, walked a few steps, and found that the pain in her lower abdomen was gone at all, and this dysmenorrhea was also extremely short.

Pretty lucky.

Wen Yuran took a shower, tidied up, and went to the company again.

There is not as much work as yesterday, but there is still a lot. Wen Yuran calmed himself down and tried his best to work without distractions.

During the break between work, Wen Yuran closed his eyes and took a nap for a while.The assistant knocked on the door lightly, and after getting permission, he approached quietly and placed a cup of coffee.

The slight sound of the coffee cup being placed on the table entered his ears, and Wen Yuran looked at the assistant with downcast eyes.

The assistant noticed Wen Yuran's eyes, and stood aside with a slight bow, waiting for Wen Yuran to speak.

"It's okay." Wen Yuran motioned him to go out.

The assistant didn't move, and opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he wanted to report something.

Wen Yuran leaned lazily on the back of the chair and gave him a wink: "Just say what you have."

"Mr. Wen, that's it. The little girl named 'Ning'an' you asked me to investigate before has some new information. It was reported to me by the person in charge of the foundation. I don't know if you are interested in hearing it."

Actually, the assistant knew about this new news the day before yesterday, but he saw that Mr. Wen hadn't mentioned the name "Ning'an" during this period of time, and he specifically said yesterday morning that "people who have nothing to do with work are not allowed in", so he thought that Mr. Wen After 3 minutes of heat, the freshness has dissipated.

However, yesterday afternoon, he learned from Mr. Wen's driver that this Ning An not only was not eliminated, but also reached the position where he could call Mr. Wen by his full name directly.

Now that he thought of this information, he felt that he had to report it.

"Say." Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows and sat up a little.

The assistant organized the language a little bit, and Hui reported: "That foundation supported her for a long time in Ning'an's high school, but they checked it now and found that her father's income before his illness could afford Ning'an's tuition. and living expenses, Ning An was not eligible for funding at the time."

"Ah."

Although this information was strange, it was also somewhat boring. Wen Yuran listened to it for a while, feeling a little absent-minded.

The assistant paused, and continued: "They continued to check back and found that the reason why Ning An was not eligible for funding was because Mr. Wen——you came forward."

"Hmm... eh?"

Wen Yuran suddenly heard his title, a little unresponsive, and froze for a moment.

The assistant heard the surprised tone in Mr. Wen's mouth, and knew that it was right for him to report, so he continued.

"You came forward to invest a sum of money in this foundation and asked them to support Ning An on a regular basis. In other words, at that time, you actually supported her in the name of the foundation."

This information was completely unexpected to Wen Yuran - she never thought about it.He actually had a relationship with the little girl before Ge Tianhai.

Wen Yuran clutched his forehead, lost in thought.

Is there such a person in memory?

Maybe, she couldn't remember anyway.

Wen Yuran is not a nosy person, but sometimes when he has nothing to do, he will help others on a whim.

and so……

Maybe I really helped Ning'an before.

It's just because it's insignificant and done casually, so it's forgotten quickly.

"You go out first, and if you find anything new in the future, report it to me directly."

"Okay, Mr. Wen."

The assistant agreed, and when he left, he planned to check the little girl thoroughly again.

When he checked for the first time, he was afraid that Mr. Wen's freshness would pass too quickly, so he paid special attention to speed.

As for the lover, it is to check whether there is a history of promiscuity, whether there is a criminal record, whether there is any special disease, and whether there is any experience of being fostered.If there is none, just put your resume and basic information from childhood to adulthood.If you happen to encounter something strange, report it emphatically, and ignore other details.

Now, since Boss Wen is not a novelty for a while, it is necessary to check again.

The assistant thought so, walked out of the office, and then gently closed the door.

The office fell silent.

Wen Yuran half closed his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned back on the chair.

I'm a little confused.

All the doubts and suspicions before were based on their strangers.

If Ning An knew her before...

If Ning An had received her favor...

So many things that were impossible can become possible.

For example, the little girl is not looking for money.

For another example, the little girl approached me, maybe it was because she liked...

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran's heart beat a little faster. She wanted to cut off this guess, but she couldn't control her thoughts.

There is still too much room for divergence. Human beings are so rich in associative ability, Wen Yuran can almost conceive a beautiful love story of "the little girl fell in love with each other after being helped, reunited after many years, and began to pursue bravely".

The story was so good that she almost believed it.

Subsequent work efficiency drops sharply

Wen Yuran held the phone, and tapped the back of the phone with his fingers.

In fact, she is very clear that being favored does not mean that the little girl's purpose is pure.

Thinking about it darkly, it may even be because I have tasted the sweetness of associating with rich people, so I want to cling more.

Wen Yuran has seen too many twists and turns in the upper-class circle, and all kinds of ugly things have happened, and there are no surprises, and her guard is also derived from this.

but……

Wen Yuran didn't know why, she could hardly think about it rationally, there seemed to be thousands of voices in her head, each of which was convincing her to believe in that beautiful story.

She let out a long breath and stared at the phone.

Is it possible to ask what the little girl is drawing?

She couldn't even tell how much she felt for the little girl and how long it could last. What position did she have to ask others such a question?

In the end, Wen Yuran held back and did not send a message to inquire.

"Boom, boom, boom"

All confused thoughts were interrupted by a careful knock on the door.

"Please come in." Wen Yuran leaned back in the chair, half closed his eyes, let go of his mind in advance, and prepared to deal with work.

The assistant came in: "Mr. Wen."

Wen Yuran raised his finger, motioning for him to speak.

"Mr. Wen, it's like this. Although you told me yesterday that you didn't see people who have nothing to do with work, I think we should report to you."