monopolize her

Wen Yuran opened his lips slightly, paused for a few seconds, and finally said a word: "You don't need to bring it in, you can deal with it yourself."

"Okay." The assistant nodded in response, and was about to back out. It was a pity that the girl named Ning An had persisted for so long, but she was finally defeated.

"Wait a moment."

One second before the assistant was about to close the door, Wen Yuran stopped the assistant.

The assistant stopped his feet, bent slightly and asked, "Mr. Wen, is there anything else?"

"If that little girl comes over again in the future, don't let her into the company, and don't take the things she gave me." Wen Yuran said.

The assistant felt sorry for a few seconds, and then agreed to leave the office. While closing the door, he was still thinking, it seems that Ning An really has nothing to do this time.

Now that it's over, he can do whatever he wants with the box of lunch that Ning An sent.The assistant thought happily.

After the assistant left, only Wen Yuran was left in the office.

Wen Yuran leaned slightly sideways, resting his left hand on his forehead, and tapping his right hand directly on the table.

The office was quiet and spacious, and she could hear her own clear and steady heartbeat by depressing her breath a little.

The Chinese characters on the document gradually became blurred, and the meaning could not be discerned. My mind drifted away, and I drifted to an unknown place.

Subconsciously, she thought of the picture of those white sneakers stepping into the office, and the little girl holding her lunch box with her head down and her tongue still remembering the delicious taste of the food in the lunch box.

Thinking about what he said to his assistant just now, Wen Yuran's heart cracked uncontrollably, and traces of guilt emerged.

Wen Yuran felt that this trace of guilt was ridiculous, she pulled the corner of her mouth to suppress the inexplicable guilt.

Time passed very slowly, Wen Yuran looked at the documents for a while, until his stomach growled softly, and he thought of going to dinner belatedly.

It was close to seven o'clock, and there was not much food left in the company cafeteria, but Wen Yuran had never been too particular about this aspect, and he thought it was troublesome, so he finally went to the cafeteria to eat.

I didn't feel anything when eating in the cafeteria before. Anyway, it's all food, and the purpose of eating it is to meet the normal physiological needs, and the taste is second.

But this time is different.

Wen Yuran didn't know why, but after eating a few chopsticks, he couldn't eat anymore, and he couldn't taste the taste.

I was thinking about the meal that the little girl brought over, the taste must be many times better than the cafeteria.

I don't know what to do with the assistant.

Probably throw it away.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran felt a little irritable. She took a deep breath and put down her chopsticks.

What are you upset about?

Of course, she dared not eat what the little girl brought.

Wen Yuran recited silently in his heart several times before regaining his composure.

After eating, Wen Yuran should have gone straight back to the office.

But on the elevator, Wen Yuran suddenly remembered something and asked for an assistant.

So after getting off the elevator, she knocked on the door of the office next door.

Wen Yuran waited for a while before the door opened.

"Mr. Wen?" The assistant stood at the door in a daze, stunned for a few seconds, and quickly realized, asking, "Is there any problem with the project information?"

When the assistant spoke, his lips opened and closed, and there were light oil stains on his lips.

Wen Yuran looked at the oil stains on the assistant's lips, his face was a little cold, he looked around the assistant, and found that several of his secretaries were sitting around the wooden table, and there was an open lunch box on the table, faintly covered with vegetables. The fragrance overflows——

That's the lunch box that girls usually use to deliver food.Wen Yuran recognized it.

Several secretaries inside noticed Wen Yuran's gaze, and they all stood up to say hello to Wen Yuran.The assistant licked his lips, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and carefully looked at Wen Yuran's face from the corner of his eye.

The corners of Wen Yuran's mouth were tightened, and he looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word.

The assistant was heartbroken, and quickly explained: "You said let me handle it myself, and I happened to be hungry again, so I shared the food..."

As the assistant said, his eyes continued to observe Wen Yuran's face, and found that Wen Yuran's expression became colder.

Oops.

Why do I want to eat the meal sent by Mr. Wen's little lover?Isn't this just looking for trouble?

After realizing the problem, the assistant immediately changed his words and admitted his mistake: "Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully this time, and I won't make any claims next time."

"It's okay." Wen Yuran said lightly, "Eat as much as you want, it doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuran ignored the assistant's reaction, closed the door and left.

After returning to his office, Wen Yuran sat back at his desk, his heart was in a mess, as if a fire had been lit, and his irritability was overwhelming.

The meal that the little girl cooked was actually eaten by others.

was eaten by others...

was eaten by others...

was eaten by others...

This voice echoed in Wen Yuran's ears over and over again, making her uneasy.

Wen Yuran closed his eyes, slightly opened his five fingers, inserted them into the soft hair, and gently pressed the acupuncture points on his scalp.

She knew that her current mental state was very wrong, so she tried to divert her attention, trying to drive these unreasonable emotions out of her mind.

However, nothing worked.

The one who should be irritable is still irritable. I feel extremely upset, but I can't attack it, so I can only hold it back.

It took Wen Yuran nearly 10 minutes to get out of this strange emotion.

I don't know if there is any problem with the things made by ghosts.

It is right not to eat.

Wen Yuran finally convinced himself, successfully turned his attention back to the documents on the desk case, and continued to work with all his heart.

For the next two days, according to Master Huang's request, Wen Yuran carried a few talisman papers with him.

When going to bed at night, stick a piece of talisman on the door.

Perhaps it was really the talisman that played a role. In the past few days, Wen Yuran neither saw the little girl nor had any nightmares. Everything was peaceful and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

While Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that something was missing.

Was the little girl driven away just like that?

It must have been too easy.

Wen Yuran felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell exactly why.

Anyway, she returned to normal life.

All in all a good thing.