monopolize her

Wen Yuran walked in front.

Ning An obediently followed behind, not knowing that he had already hooked up with the word "cute".

This house is single storey and not big.

Some places are covered with dust.

Ning An picked up the dust on his fingers and thought, it really is not the house he lives in.

The gloom and haze between the brows and eyes are fleeting.

Not urgent.Ning An said to herself.

Seeing her standing near the door, Wen Yuran thought she was restrained, so she tilted her head and said, "You can do whatever you want, don't be nervous."

Ning An nodded, briefly asked Wen Yuran a few words, and went directly to the kitchen with the bag in his arms.

Wen Yuran sat on the sofa, staring at the TV screen, but his attention was frequently distracted.

There are always noises from the kitchen.

A bit noisy, but...not annoying.

Time passed slowly, this kind of waiting was not uncomfortable, Wen Yuran always seemed to be able to show extra patience with this little girl.

Halfway through, Wen Yuran took out the folding mirror that she carried with her, took a picture of her face, and found that her makeup was a little off, so she reapplied it in a good mood.

Four 10 minutes later.

The kitchen door opened, and Ning An came out with several dishes.

"Mr. Wen, it's time to eat." Ning An called her.

A strong fragrance wafted out, and the blanks on the dining table were filled. Ning An stood by the table, wearing an apron, and the hem of the skirt was stained with oil.

This kind of picture can easily give people the illusion of being a family member. With a fleeting thought, Wen Yuran slowly got up, went to the dining table and sat down.

It's just a few home-cooked dishes, and nothing new. The yellow-brown potatoes are shiny under the light, and the green and red peppers are mixed with slightly burnt diced meat. The aroma is directed at the nose.

Wen Yuran picked up the chopsticks and tasted a few mouthfuls, it was not bad.

"Hands are a little unsteady, but they can actually taste better." Ning An lowered his head and said.

"Very good." Wen Yuran praised lightly.

After the words fell, Wen Yuran obviously felt that the little girl was relieved.

It seemed that the little girl was always very nervous whenever she was in front of her.

Wen Yuran deliberately made the atmosphere more relaxed, and casually picked up some topics.Ning An would only briefly say a few words along the topic.

At the beginning, the topic only stayed in daily trifles, and then gradually diverged, from sports to politics, from entertainment to stocks.

After chatting for a while, Wen Yuran's face remained unchanged, but his heart became more and more surprised.

I thought that a six-year-old difference meant a generation gap like a natural moat, but I didn't expect that no matter which field she talked about, the little girl would pick up the conversation.

Do college students today have such a wide range of knowledge?

The chat ended with Wen Yuran putting down his chopsticks.

Wen Yuran served two bowls of rice, while Ning An remained nervous and didn't eat much.

After the meal, Ning An went to collect the bowl.

Wen Yuran was sitting on the sofa, watching the vague figure in the kitchen intently through the glass on the door.

After everything was tidied up, Ning An came out from the kitchen.

Then, with a few steps, she gently walked up to Wen Yuran.

On the little girl's forehead were sparse, broken hair, the tips of which shone slightly under the light.

Seen from a close distance, the skin is too white, close to sick.

"Mr. Wen, then I'm leaving."

"En." Wen Yuran responded unconsciously.

"Goodbye." The little girl said softly.

Wen Yuran was silent for a moment, thinking of something: "Did Ge Tianhai trouble you later?"

Ning An shook his head.

Wen Yuran couldn't find anything else to say, so he could only say: "Well, goodbye."

The footsteps got a little farther away, then there was a rustling sound of shoe covers being picked off, and finally, with a crisp sound, the door closed.

The house was suddenly empty.

Wen Yuran exhaled lightly, lay down on the sofa, her long legs drew a smooth arc, and landed on the armrest, the back of her head was pressed against the leather of the sofa, and her dark brown curly hair was casually spread out.

She stared at the pale ceiling for a minute, and her mind came to her senses.

Today's events are played back in my mind like a movie screen, and some absurd nodes are enlarged at this moment.

Why did you agree to have dinner with the little girl?

Why would you bring people into your home?

Why are you so patient?

Why would you try to keep the little girl when she was about to leave?

Sweeping away one thought after another, my thoughts and actions today are completely ridiculous.

Wen Yuran lay there motionless, thinking calmly.

The heartbeat was still steady and undisturbed.

Finally, all thoughts converged to one point——

The little girl deliberately wanted to get close to her, so deliberately that she was blatant.

So, what is the little girl trying to do by doing this?

Looking for money?

Or something else?

Wen Yuran didn't know how long he had been lying on the sofa.

Then the phone rang, and she slowly got up from the sofa, opened the leather bag on the coffee table, and answered the phone.

"Sister~" is the voice of the younger brother Wen Qu.

"what's up?"

"Your assistant said that you are free today, and my mother asked me to call you and ask you to come back for dinner."

"I don't want to go."

"Sister, it's hard for me to have a day off today. You don't want to accompany mom, why not accompany me?" Wen Qu softened his voice, dragged his tone and acted like a baby, which made Wen Yuran get goosebumps.

Wen Yuran rubbed his temples, hesitated for a while, and agreed: "Okay, I'll go back at night."

His father died early, and Wen Yuran originally lived in a big house with his mother and brother.

But because she came back late from banquets and dinners on weekdays, and her brother was in high school, she moved out for fear of affecting his study.

The above is an excuse to deal with the mother.

There was only one real reason for moving out—since she turned 24, her mother began to urge marriage in different ways.She came out of the closet and had a showdown. Xiaozhi used emotion to reason, but it was useless.

My mother insisted that marriage in the legal sense was the necessary insurance for a happy life, and that she had to find a man.

If you can't force it, just be soft and hard.Wen Yuran could bear it at first, but later he couldn't take it anymore, so he moved out.

Fortunately, Wen Yuran has all the say in the family's economy, and she moves as soon as she says, without procrastinating.

Occasionally go back to eat, just block the marriage urging words.

In the evening, Wen Yuran bought some gifts and drove back to Wen's residence. When he got out of the car, he saw his mother Ye Qinmian waiting at the door.

Ye Qinmian used to be a model, and she could still see some youthful charm on her face, with expensive clothes and good temperament.

Wen Yuran took out the mentality of dealing with big customers, and shouted with a smile: "Mom."

"Ran Ran is back..." Ye Qinmian and she smiled at each other, talking about homework with each sentence.

After chatting all the way to the dinner table, Ye Qinmian finally broke through the subject: "How is it? Have you met any suitable people during this time?"

"No." Wen Yuran maintained a smile.

"I just promised you a few blind dates recently. The other party's conditions are good. You must like it. Go and see."

Wen Yuran continued to maintain a smile: "I only like girls, and I won't delay those outstanding and successful men."

"It's because you like girls, so I say you definitely like girls. Mom has figured it out. A twisted melon is not sweet. You must like it yourself. As long as you have someone by your side, it doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman. You can feel at ease." Ye Qinmian smiled amiably.

Wen Yuran was a little surprised.

In the past two years, Ye Qinmian has been obsessed with letting her bring back a married son-in-law.

How did you figure it out all of a sudden?

"The blind date you arranged for me is a girl?" Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows.

Ye Qinmian avoided looking, and replied, "Yes."

Wen Yuran looked at his younger brother Wen Qu.

Wen Qu was burying his head in his meal, but suddenly felt two gazes from his sister and mother, his chopsticks trembled, and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I found a girl for you, sister, you can rest assured. "

Ye Qinmian hit the iron while it was hot: "The appointment is for lunch tomorrow, just a meal, if you don't like it, forget it, I promise not to be too wordy."

Wen Yuran thought for a moment in silence.

If Ye Qinmian really asked her out with a girl, that would be a huge improvement, and no matter what, she should give her some face.

Besides, she was also a little curious.

Wen Yuran agreed: "Okay."

The next meal was enjoyable, and Ye Qinmian warmly greeted her, making the atmosphere much more relaxed.

At noon the next day, Wen Yuran drove to the designated place.

A well known restaurant for couples.

There are rose-colored curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Ye Qinmian's position is the second from the left by the window, which can be seen clearly from the outside.

Wen Yuran got out of the car, and saw the waiting people through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It is indeed a girl.

She has shoulder-length hair, heavy makeup, and a somewhat broad frame. The overall feeling is uncoordinated, but the side profile is beautiful, with a straight nose and full lips. She is wearing a lady's cotton-padded jacket and a pink scarf.

Wen Yuran walked into the restaurant and met the girl.

"Hi, I'm Wen Yuran."

After Wen Yuran said hello, he stretched out his hand.

The girl stood up, took Wen Yuran's hand back, and said in return: "Hello."

The voice is rough.

Clearly a male voice.

As soon as the word "Hello" came out, Wen Yuran's entire arm became stiff.

Two seconds later, she regained her composure.

The two hands that were clasped together were released, and Wen Yuran quickly withdrew them.

The "girl" on the opposite side began to introduce herself with a rough voice that seriously didn't match her appearance.

"I'm a male makeup artist. I usually like women's clothing, but it's just a private hobby. Today I came to see you dressed like this at the request of Aunt Ye. I hope I didn't scare you..."

Wen Yuran was massaging his stiff arm under the table.

On the face, he said kindly: "How could it be?"

"Girl" nodded, straightened the pink scarf, and saw that Wen Yuran had a good attitude, so she continued to say what she had prepared in a rough male voice——

"Auntie Ye has talked with me. I have always admired women like Miss Wen. I promise, as long as we get married, I am willing to quit my job, do the housework, take care of the children, and support your career wholeheartedly."

"Of course, if Miss Wen doesn't want to have children, I fully respect that."

"And Ms. Wen's situation is special. Aunt Ye is right. If we get married, we really need to do a pre-marital property certificate..."

Wen Yuran could only continue to smile.

She felt as if she was an investor at the negotiating table, listening to Party B bragging about safety guarantees and after-sales service.

5 minute later.

"Girl" said that she was tired, so she picked up the water glass and drank some water.

A rare gap.

Wen Yuran took a deep breath, seized the opportunity, made it clear that he was cheated, apologized to the other party on behalf of his mother, and expressed respect for his personal hobbies, but he couldn't date because of his sexuality. Get out of the situation.

As soon as he left the restaurant, Wen Yuran called Ye Qinmian with a sullen face.

Ye Qinmian began to explain: "Ran Ran... I am also thinking about you. If you want to fall in love, you can fall in love. I will not stop you, but how can a relationship with no guarantee last long? When you get old, that is, Your legal husband will be by your side, and marriage is the last word... You see, if you like girls, mom will make you one that looks like a girl. They don't all look the same, what's the difference..."

Wen Yuran replied coldly: "Do men have breasts?"

"It's not impossible..." Ye Qinmian seemed to be thinking about this problem.

Wen Yuran's eyelids twitched, she suspected that Ye Qinmian could bring someone back from the plastic surgery hospital.

She took down her cell phone and hung up the call neatly.

Ye Qinmian was stubborn and stubborn, how could she suddenly change her mind, she was careless.

In fact, everything is very simple.

As long as she doesn't soften her heart, doesn't go back to Wen's house, and doesn't agree to a blind date, Ye Qinmian has nothing to do with her.

Having made up his mind, Wen Yuran turned his fingers, ready to put the phone back into the bag.

The hand suddenly stopped.

Just now, she was so angry that she didn't notice that there was a missed call - she called during the blind date, but she turned the volume on mute out of politeness, so she didn't answer it.

The main screen shows:

Missed call, from "Little Girl Movie".