"Don't you like him?" Xiang Ziyuan wondered. Since she likes Leng Ran, and he expresses his willingness to marry her, isn't this a great thing?
She should feel happy, but why did she lock herself at home and hide from anyone?
"The problem is, he doesn't like me. Emotions are useless if only one person gives them." Wen Nuan drooped his head, his expression looking a little depressed.
"How do you know he doesn't like you? Didn't everyone say that he will be responsible for you?" In her opinion, the fact that the playboy is sure is a sign that he likes people.
Wen Nuan curled her lips, disapprovingly, "That's just responsibility, it has nothing to do with feelings." In her opinion, getting married and being responsible are two different things.
"There are so many women around him, why don't we see him taking responsibility for others?" Zi Yuan asked her blankly. She didn't know if this meant that the authorities were obsessed with it, but bystanders knew better.
"He, he doesn't mean that he likes me." Wen Nuan couldn't help being speechless, pouted her lips, and whispered: "Maybe, maybe he just wanted to explain to his father and my mother for the sake of convenience?"
"Do you think that guy is the kind of person who would use marriage as an explanation to others?" Xiang Ziyuan looked at her, sighing and shaking her head. She really didn't know whether this girl had no confidence in that guy or in herself.
"Besides, it doesn't mean that I like you, nor does it mean that I don't like you, right? If you hide and don't give others a chance, how can you know whether he likes you or not?"
"I..." After hearing Xiang Ziwan's words, Nuan Nuan couldn't find the words to refute for a while. After a while, he whispered weakly: "Anyway, I just don't want to see him now."
Xiang Ziyuan pointed to the dishes that had been in the refrigerator for who knows how long, and said helplessly: "I don't object to you hiding alone and calming down, but you don't have to be in trouble with your body, right? Look inside this refrigerator, what time is it?
Is there any food for you? What should I cook for you?"
Wen Nuan pursed his lips, complaining aggrievedly and with a hint of dissatisfaction: "It's not like you don't know that I can't cook? Since you moved out, this family has never had another party. If I had known better,
In this way, I shouldn't be so active in packing you up and giving it to someone."
Xiang Ziwan twitched the corner of his mouth, looking speechless.
He closed the refrigerator door, then rolled his eyes at her again and said, "Okay, go in and pack up, and I'll take you out to eat."
Seeing the girl lying lazily on the sofa and refusing to get up, she said to Ziyuan: "Don't worry, I saw your brother Leng Ran when I went to the company today. He was busy with the company's new business and had no time to talk to you.
Stay downstairs at home. Even if you go out to eat for an hour or two, you don't have to worry about running into each other." Then, her eyes fell on the instant noodles in front of her, she pursed her lips, and continued in a lukewarm tone:
"Or do you plan to stay at home and eat yourself like a mummy? If you really want to, I won't object."
After eating instant noodles for three days in a row, Wen Nuan was really scared. Thinking about what the other party said made sense, she couldn't stay at home eating instant noodles all the time. She couldn't stop living and ruin her body just because she was avoiding him.
Thinking of this, Nuan Nuan immediately jumped up from the sofa and went straight to the room and said: "Wait for me, I will pack up and come out soon."