monopolize her

When leaving the company, the time points to eight o'clock in the evening.

It's not too late.

According to the custom, Wen Yuran handed over the car to the driver, and walked back along the river by himself.

The lights of the street lamps and the mooring boats are intertwined, the sky above the head is like a deep sea, the damp wind hits the face like waves, one wave after another, mixed with vague noises in the wind, the shadows of the whirling trees fall at the feet, leisurely shake.

The end of the road ahead is dark, and the end of the back road is also dark.

An unspeakable vigilance hit my heart, and my heart was inexplicably a little hairy.

Wen Yuran quickened his pace.

This leading road is very close to the wealthy area, and there are few pedestrians, but it is closely monitored and the security is good.

Nothing happened until I got home.

She was too tired from work today, and her head seemed to be drained. She took a bath and went to bed early.

Dreams at night are chaotic.

Maybe I think about it day by day, dream about it at night, and the faint trace of guilt during the day continues into the dream.

In the dream, the moment when the little girl got off the car kept flashing, and the street lights illuminated half of her body.

In the dream, the little girl didn't leave, she was wet with sweat, and her bright red lips were as soft as her skin.

in a dream...

wake up.

Wen Yuran squinted his eyes, lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, walked to the window while walking in cotton shoes while half asleep.

Inexplicable evil thoughts still remain in my mind, bubbling up one after another.

It's just that the little girl is so pretty.she thought.

She thought as she drew the curtains aside.

The sun shone in, and all thoughts faded.

There are still a lot of things in the company, and there are entertainments for lunch and dinner.

The busy schedule was mixed with endless hypocrisy and obscurity, Wen Yuran quickly forgot about the little girl.

I remembered that little girl again in the afternoon of the next day.

At that time, Wen Yuran's big case had just been successfully concluded, and other important matters were watched by reassuring persons in charge, so she didn't need to worry too much.

So she just took it easy.

Wen Yuran drove the car aimlessly on the road for a while, and finally parked in an empty open-air parking lot.

After turning off the flame, she lit a cigarette and thought about where to go.

The smoke filled the car at once, Wen Yuran rolled down the window to let the smell of smoke out.

Her face was reflected in the rearview mirror, with exquisite makeup, three-dimensional and beautiful facial features, and slender eyes showing coldness and fatigue.

Golf, spa, billiards, excursions, rock climbing, flower arrangements, bars, movies, shopping...

A wide variety of recreational activities came up in his mind one by one, some elegant and some vulgar, Wen Yuran thought about them engrossedly, feeling that none of them could arouse his interest.

The friends who can be contacted in the address book are nothing more than work and contacts, and she doesn't want to see any of them.

When work is over and it's time to relax, where do you go?

Who are you going with?

She was stumped by these two questions.

At this time, three girls in school uniforms passed by the parking lot arm in arm.

Wen Yuran saw it, and quietly extinguished the cigarette.

After the smoke cleared, she rolled up the car window and straightened her long, soft curly hair in the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, you can see the jumping sneakers and dangling braids of several girls.

Wen Yuran focused, thinking of the little girl named Ning An——

Black ponytail, fair face, bright eyes.

Timid, yet a little bold.

He has a good capacity for alcohol, is not afraid of the cold, and has a good memory.

Will play some not too careful thinking.

But he doesn't know how to communicate, he is extremely introverted, and he is nervous when he speaks.

Kind of eccentric and contradictory.

Wen Yuran seemed to be painting a picture, outlining the scattered details in his memory with the colors he wanted bit by bit.

Perhaps because of the seemingly invisible guilt, those derogatory words that used to be picky and appraised have faded away, leaving only intermittent vivid details, slowly drawing a vivid person.

Three minutes later, Wen Yuran's phone rang.

It's the secretary calling.

"Mr. Wen, the little girl you mentioned just called and said she was here to pick up her mobile phone. Also... she said that you helped her father, and she wanted to treat you to dinner. Thank you in person." The secretary reported in a businesslike manner with.

In fact, if Mr. Wen hadn't specifically mentioned this little girl last time, the secretary would never have bothered Mr. Wen with such an insignificant invitation.

After hearing this, Wen Yuran was startled for a second.

If he received this call at another time, Wen Yuran would definitely not bother to bother.

But it happened to be this time, this mood.

She closed her eyes and could hear the sound of her heart beating steadily.

People's thoughts are complex and ever-changing.

Some things are so coincidental that the thought that happens to hit that moment becomes true.

Wen Yuran thought vaguely, opened his lips, and said to the secretary: "Which number did she use to call you? Send it here."

"it is good."

"Also, send the little girl's mobile phone downstairs to the company, and I'll pick it up."

The secretary was very efficient, and the text message came within 20 seconds after hanging up the phone.

Wen Yuran copied and pasted the number to the dial interface.

The index finger hesitated for a moment over the dial key.

Press down.

"Beep-beep-"

Wen Yuran narrowed his eyes and waited patiently.

After the fifth beep, the phone was connected.

"Hey?"

Ning An's voice was low and tentative.

Wen Yuran said in the usual tone, "I heard that you want to invite me to dinner."

"Is it Boss Wen?"

"Yes." Wen Yuran agreed lightly.

Ning An was silent for a while, and said, "I want to treat you to dinner."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Is it possible?"

Wen Yuran held the steering wheel and simply said, "Where are you now? I'll pick you up."

Ning An reported an address.

It seems... there should be something more to say, Ning An thought for a while and said, "See you later."

"See you later." Wen Yuran hung up the phone.

Wen Yuran drove to the company first, and took the little girl's cell phone from the secretary.

She casually stuck the little girl's mobile phone on the holder in front, and the old-fashioned bead on the pendant dangled in front of her eyes.

According to the address given by Ning An, Wen Yuran drove the car steadily towards a department store supermarket.

The hustle and bustle of people moved back slowly, and among the crowd at the intersection, a tall and beautiful little girl stood quietly holding a big bag.

The white sneakers and the long black braid are very conspicuous.

coincide with the dream.

Wen Yuran stepped on the brake slowly, and the car stopped in front of the little girl.

Tens of millions of famous cars parked in front of the beautiful girl in plain clothes. This scene was really intriguing. Many passers-by slowed down and cast strange or contemptuous glances.

The little girl lowered her head, got into the car, and sat in the co-pilot.

The moment before closing the car door, a high-pitched voice from a passer-by leaked in: "This must be foster care... What a beautiful child, what a pity..."

Wen Yuran frowned slightly and looked at Ning An.

I saw Ning An sitting steadily on the co-pilot with a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't hear what he said just now.Two arms are holding a big bag, it should be just back from shopping.

Sensing Wen Yuran's gaze, Ning An raised his head, his lips parted in a smile, and a small dimple appeared on his left cheek.

This is a staged victory.Ning An hugged the bag on his lap tightly, thinking.

The tight clothes, the guilt created by using special access control, the sense of mystery and sympathy, the mobile phone left on purpose, the phone call at the right time...

There are obvious tricks and hidden tricks, one link after another, which finally led to this meeting.

There has never been any coincidence, only the obsession of day and night and painstaking drawing.

She drew the map, and then approached the goal step by step, soberly and firmly, without distraction.

The engine was mixed with the sound of the car heater, and the monotonous silence lasted for five seconds.

"Boss Wen." Ning An's voice was low and soft, breaking the silence.

Wen Yuran asked, "Where do you want to invite me to dinner?"

Ning An was silent for a while, seemingly unable to speak.

The little girl has no money, so she definitely can't go to a place that is too high-end.

Wen Yuran thought she was embarrassed to speak.

"It's okay, I don't care about my food." Wen Yuran said with a smile.

Ning An responded in a low voice.

Then spit out two words: "I think,"

Wen Yuran waited patiently.

Ning An paused for two seconds before finishing the rest: "I think, can I go to your house?"

It happened to be a red light, and the brakes were a little hasty, Wen Yuran leaned forward a short distance due to inertia, and was finally pushed back into the driver's seat by the seat belt.

She went through the little girl's words several times in her mind, and felt a little ridiculous, she sneered and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want to treat you to dinner, but I can't afford a nice place, so I want to cook for you myself," Ning An explained without haste.

As he spoke, he gathered the big bag on his lap, "I've bought all the vegetables."

It turned out that the bag contained purchased vegetables.

Wen Yuran did the math, and it took about 13 minutes from calling the little girl to picking her up in the car.

I finished shopping in 13 minutes and had to walk to the intersection, which was a bit rushed.

This question only stayed in Wen Yuran's mind for a moment, and it dissipated quickly.

"You treat me, why don't you go to your own home?" Wen Yuran asked lightly.

"Because my father sold the house for medical treatment, and I have no home anymore." Ning An spoke slowly, biting every word clearly. After she finished speaking, she added another sentence in a low voice, "Go to you home, can you?"

The voice was quiet and stable, like spring water flowing into a stream, dyed with a clear color.

Wen Yuran stroked the delicate texture on the steering wheel, and exhaled lightly.

"Okay." Wen Yuran heard his own voice.

Anyway, I have a lot of real estate, so I won't reveal any privacy if I choose a place where I don't usually live.

After making the decision, Wen Yuran acted very quickly.At the end of the red light, she turned around at the next intersection and drove towards a residential area.

After half an hour, we arrived at the place.

Before getting out of the car, Wen Yuran suddenly remembered the driver's muttering last time, and his heart tightened a little. After feeling it carefully for a moment, he found that the temperature inside the car hadn't dropped because of Ning An's arrival.

Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, laughed secretly at his nervousness, stepped forward with his slender legs, and got out of the car.

He also returned the little girl's cell phone.

"your phone."

"Thank you."

"Where did you buy the pendant beads on the phone?" Wen Yuran asked casually when returning the phone.

"I bought it at a small stall." Ning An replied with his head down.

Wen Yuran responded and walked forward.

After walking a few steps, the phone rang.

Wen Yuran took out his mobile phone, looked at the screen, and found that it was an unfamiliar number.

Thinking of something, Wen Yuran turned his head, and saw Ning An behind him holding a bag in one hand, and fiddling with that old-fashioned mobile phone with a pendant in the other.

Ning An raised his head and said, "The mobile phone I was talking to you first was borrowed from a classmate, and now this number is mine."

After finishing speaking, Ning An looked at her steadily, with serious eyes, as if saying, if you don't save my number, I will keep staring at you.

Wen Yuran chuckled, opened the call log, and saved the number of the latest missed call as "little girl movie".

"Are you satisfied?" Wen Yuran raised his phone.

Ning An nodded twice.

The neck was so stiff that nodding was sluggish.

Kind of cute.

Looking at it, Wen Yuran felt a little better unconsciously.