monopolize her

Wen Yuran looked at the three WeChat messages, twiddled his hair with his fingers, and smiled.

Let it hang for a day before sending a message. I don't know if it is a trick used by the little girl to seduce people.

Wen Yuran looked at the screen and only replied casually.

[Wen Yuran]: Not bad.

Feel alright?

not bad.

The phrase "not bad" is obviously not a good answer, and it almost blocks the possibility of extending the topic.

Wen Yuran couldn't tell if she did it on purpose, but she really wanted to see how the little girl would continue the conversation.

10 minute later.

Ning An hadn't replied yet, and the chat was completely cut off at that point.

It seemed that the little girl really just came to ask her if she was in a good mood.

It is undeniable that Wen Yuran was somewhat looking forward to it, thinking that maybe he could see the little girl trying to find a topic to chat with him, but he did not expect that the little girl really stopped talking.

Wen Yuran laughed secretly at himself for being naive, but he ate every meal tastelessly.

In the afternoon, the assistant walked into the office holding a thin leather bag.

"Mr. Wen, you asked me to check Ning'an's information. This is the fastest thing I can investigate through legal channels." The assistant handed the leather bag to Wen Yuran.

Wen Yuran admired the assistant's efficiency in his heart, then lowered his eyes to open the leather bag, and took out a thin stack of documents.

Meanwhile, the assistant briefly outlined the situation.

"Ning An's mother died young and was brought up by his father. He is currently studying at S University. He is a sophomore. He is an elite class of finance majors. Small class teaching. Undergraduate students are supervised by tutors. They can directly participate in graduate programs..."

Wen Yuran was a little surprised.

During these days, from the first time we met, to cooking, to getting caught in the rain, Ning An always seemed to have a lot of time to spend, and his mind was not on his studies. idler.

I didn't expect the little girl to be so good.

It seems that Ge Tianhai's sentence "she has good grades" is true.

Here, the assistant continued: "... Last June, Ning Wuxin, Ning An's father, was diagnosed with a brain tumor and sold the property for treatment..."

"Ning An has been staying at the school since he was in college, but in February last year, Ning An suddenly moved out of the student apartment and rented a house near the school. He lived alone, not shared. I think it's a bit strange here... ..."

It is normal for college students not to want to live in dormitories.It may be because you can't get along with your roommates, or it may be related to your own living habits.

But a girl with a sick father and a poor family suddenly moved out of school to live, and she insisted on living alone instead of sharing the rent.It's a little strange.

Who knows what the little girl is thinking, maybe she is withdrawn and introverted, and she just wants to be alone.

Wen Yuran felt that this was not the point, so he didn't think too much about it.

His thoughts turned and drifted elsewhere.

Rent a house... don't live in a dormitory...

The access control...

Wen Yuran's thoughts quickly landed on a new focus——

I still remember that when the little girl said that the school had access control, she refused to get out of the car; Wen Yuran once felt guilty because she misunderstood the access control.

However, if the little girl doesn't live in the school dormitory at all, access control is meaningless.

So the access control was obviously a trick the little girl used to get close to her.

Wen Yuran glanced out the window lightly.

This little girl is only 19 years old, she has a basket full of small thoughts, she tells lies without changing her face, and she doesn't know where she learned it from.

There are only a few pages in the leather bag. In addition to the information that the assistant said, there are also written about the schools she attended in elementary school, junior high school, and high school, the scholarships she has received, and some miscellaneous volunteer activities she has participated in, as well as those who have sponsored her. foundation.

It's just the resume of a normal poor student, nothing special.The invisible mystery faded away, and the little girl couldn't be more ordinary.

Wen Yuran didn't know why he had the patience to talk to the little girl for so long.

The sky is bright outside the window, and the warm sun has cooked the clouds and valleys to a yellowish color.But after all, it was only mid-January, no matter how bright the sun was, the temperature was not very high, and it was icy cold when it shone on the hands.

The assistant has left.

Wen Yuran flipped through the last few pages of paper, and quickly turned to the bottom. After flipping through, she felt a little bored, so she put the materials into a leather bag without interest.

Intuitively, there should be something unusual about the little girl, for example, a special motive for getting close to her.

But there is nothing unusual about the survey results.

It seemed that the little girl really planned to get close to her only because she lacked money.

She exhaled lightly, put the cowhide bag aside, then picked up the phone and swiped aimlessly.

No new WeChat messages so far.

The previous good mood has completely dissipated.

Wen Yuran sat on the swivel chair with a cold expression, vaguely unhappy.

More unhappy things are yet to come.

In the afternoon, Wen Yuran was very free at first, and was about to get off work, but a phone call came, which directly changed Wen Yuran's itinerary.

Because of some gaps in communication at all levels before, a big-name partner arrived in City C ahead of schedule, and Wen Yuran only received the news now.Fortunately, there was still enough time. After the phone call, she immediately asked her assistant to arrange a pick-up and reception banquet.

The reception banquet was arranged in a high-end Chinese restaurant. From the dishes to the service, everything was decent. The wines served were also famous wineries and vintages.

The boss of the partner can drink especially.

And Wen Yuran had specially practiced drinking before, and his alcohol capacity was not bad.

Glasses of red wine and white wine were filled up and brought up, Wen Yuran drank extremely refreshingly, with thoughtful etiquette, and spoke impeccably.

In the end, the two chatted very happily, and the reception was quite smooth.

It was past eleven o'clock when I got home.

As soon as he entered the house, Wen Yuran went to the toilet.

She felt uncomfortable in the car, and her lower abdomen hurt badly. Now she was not too surprised to see the fresh blood stains that had arrived earlier.

In the winter, drinking so much alcohol, and having dysmenorrhea again.

Enough for her.

Wen Yuran pressed his abdomen, reluctantly came out of the toilet, pulled out the drawer, took out the medicine, fed himself two ibuprofen, and spread it out on the sofa, his teeth chattering slightly.

She freed her hand to touch her forehead, sweating coldly.

At this time, attention needs to be diverted.

She thought, took out her mobile phone, and looked around for funny jokes or videos. She was usually not in the mood to watch these things, but now she can only find these easy-to-understand and interesting content to distract her pain.

After reading it over and over for a while, Wen Yuran soon became tired of looking at it.It is difficult to involve pain, and it is difficult for those jokes and videos to be attractive.

She swiped her phone unconsciously, and finally swiped to WeChat again for some reason.

The chat history between Wen Yuran and naw still stays at "not bad".

At this moment, the pain is pulling the nerves, the bright lights make the eyes uncomfortable, the house is empty, and a strong sense of loneliness comes out from the crack in the bottom of my heart.

A deep consciousness dominated him to send a message to the little girl.

[Wen Yuran]: Are you there?

The news fell like stone and sea.

There was no response until the phone screen automatically turned black.

I should have fallen asleep...

Wen Yuran didn't know why he felt so disappointed when he went to bed after eleven o'clock. It was just a normal routine.

The disappointment came inexplicably, not only popping up, but also expanding.It didn't take long for the entire heart to be occupied by this disappointment, and the emotions continued to ferment as the pain continued.

At this time, the phone vibrated a few times.

The notification bar shows new messages.

【naw】: in

【naw】: in

【naw】: I'm here!

Wen Yuran looked at the text on the screen, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

The light still dazzled the eyes, but in an instant, those negative emotions disappeared without a trace.

Wen Yuran pressed his abdomen with his left hand, typed two words with his right hand, and then clicked send.

[Wen Yuran]: It's okay.

Sent successfully.

After posting, Wen Yuran sat up a little, put a pillow against his lower abdomen, and then prepared to put his phone on the coffee table.

Almost at the same time, the phone rang, and she almost threw it out of her hand.

The caller ID said, "Little girl film".

Wen Yuran couldn't help laughing again, adjusted his posture, and answered the phone.

The other end of the phone is very noisy, full of loud music played by the loudspeaker, mixed with laughter, I don't know if it is a bar or a KTV, it should be playing with classmates.

Gradually the noise died down, and the little girl seemed to have stepped outside.

Wen Yuran heard that it was almost quiet over there, and said, "Hello."

"Mr. Wen, what's the matter?" the little girl asked softly.

"It's nothing."

Wen Yuran tried his best to control his voice, and said as naturally as possible: "I posted it on WeChat casually, you go and play."

The last two words almost made teeth chatter, but Wen Yuran controlled it very well, and there was almost no problem just by listening to the voice.

"En." The little girl agreed, and then hung up the phone.

There was complete silence in her ears again, which made her flustered.

Wen Yuran huddled on the sofa, unable to sort out the mess in his head, only the pain was the clearest.

The painkillers she swallowed before might work or not, she couldn't tell the difference.It was as if a steel needle had been stuffed into the lower abdomen, poking the nerves one by one. After drinking a lot of alcohol, the stomach was not very comfortable, and the body hurt and nauseated.

Wen Yuran didn't know how long he endured it, maybe 10 minutes, or half an hour, or longer.

When the pain was almost numb, the phone rang again.

The screen flickered, and it was "little girl movie" again.

Wen Yuran braced himself to hook up the phone, and answered the phone: "Hello."

The environment over the phone was very quiet this time, without any noise.

"Boss Wen."

Wen Yuran was a little helpless, and said tensely: "You are playing with you, don't call me if you have nothing to do."

With that said, Wen Yuran moved to the sofa, ready to hang up the phone.

There was silence on the phone for a while.

Then, a little girl's voice came——

"Mr. Wen, I'm at the gate of your community, and the security guard won't let me in. Can you call the security guard?"

The little girl's voice was still low and timid, like dew falling into the lake, which was quite nice.