Under Jian Anran's dumbfounded eyes, the other party quickly walked into the room, and then there was the sound of the master bedroom door closing.
Somewhat reluctantly, she wanted to catch up, but with the last trace of self-esteem left, Jian Anran still couldn't move her legs.
Even though he had done this, the other party could still push her away as if he were ignoring it. It wasn't because his function was suddenly damaged recently——
Seeing Xiao Xiaowen's reaction, this is most likely not the case.
It's just that he really has no feelings for her at all.
Picking up the bathrobe on the floor and putting it on again, she sat back on the chair in the living room and marked out the question post from the day before yesterday.
It shouldn’t be? Which link is wrong?
Just when Jian Anran was puzzled, the door of the master bedroom opened again.
Wen Siheng came out with a black travel bag, which looked bulging and filled to the brim.
Where is he going?
The first thought that came to Jian Anran's mind was, how much does he hate herself, so much that he wants to run away immediately after trying to get close to him?
"Let me ask you," Jian Anran glanced at him angrily, "are you drunk and unconscious before you sleep with me?"
Didn't get a definite answer.
Or maybe it is, but in fact there is no negative answer.
The other party was stunned for a moment, and then asked another question.
"Go and search the Internet and see if you are really drunk and can't do anything."
After leaving these words, the other party pushed the door open and went out, only to hear the sound of the door closing heavily from the entrance.
The moment the door was closed, Wen Siheng leaned against the door as if breathing a sigh of relief, breathing heavily, his neck turning slightly red.
Knowing that his endurance was limited, at the last moment before his rationality collapsed, he rushed out of the door.
Recently, Jian Anran went out early and came back late, hiding something from him while being evasive, so he had to worry about it for a long time.
Just after he was sure that the little wild cat had completely lost interest in hunting for him, as soon as he returned home, he saw the scene that Jian Anran had obviously put a lot of thought into preparing.
I tried hard to keep a straight face and stay calm, but my physiological reaction was already distracted and went in the opposite direction.
He has been busy lately, and he wanted to tell her in advance a few days ago.
Who would have thought that seeing the other party hiding something, Wen Siheng suddenly seemed unwilling to admit defeat and was unwilling to take the initiative to speak.
After going back and forth, the two of them became stalemate.
When he returned to the office and turned on the computer, he stared at the screen in confusion for a while, until the message that the meeting was online "dinged" and he came back to his senses in time.
There was no class the next day, so Jian Anran made a special appointment to ask Su Yiqi to teach her how to draw flowers.
Surprisingly, when I pushed the door open this time, I saw that familiar figure sitting on the bar.
Xiangyi was still wearing a fluorescent-colored dress this time. This color would look stunning on anyone else.
On the contrary, she is fair and fair, with no blemishes on her skin, big eyes, and curved eyebrows when she smiles.
No matter what she wears or how she behaves, she is a pure and cute girl. Wearing such playful colors will only be the icing on the cake.
"An Ran is here?" Uncharacteristically, Xiangyi was particularly enthusiastic when he saw her this time.
"Good afternoon, senior Xiangyi." She greeted politely.
Seeing that the bar was empty, Jian Anran took the initiative and asked: "Senior, what would you like to drink?"
"It's okay, don't worry about me," she smiled sweetly.
"I heard that you are going to learn latte art today, so just leave the semi-finished products to me if you can't make them well."
Jian Anran responded, walked into the bar, put on an apron, hat and mask, and began to disinfect her hands.
Latte art is no different than making coffee, it is much more difficult. I practiced it all afternoon, and after Xiangyi drank his third cup, he touched his belly and sighed.
"I'm so full that I really can't drink. I have something to do later. I'll come over to play next time." She stood up with her bag.
Su Yiqi said "hmm" and said nothing more.
Jian Anran waved her hand proactively, "Goodbye, senior sister."
She hasn't had much contact with Xiangyi, and she doesn't have any special opinions about her so far.
I only vaguely noticed that she seemed to be a little different about Wen Siheng.
But there is only one person in the office, Wen Siheng, who is their superior, so differential treatment does not seem to be a big problem.
Who is not allowed to please his leader to some extent?
It was Xiangyi's sometimes friendly and sometimes indifferent attitude that made her a little confused. Considering that she didn't have much contact with her, Jian Anran didn't take it too seriously.
In the afternoon, Wen Siheng made a special trip back to the office. The familiar work station in front of the glass window only had a pile of unorganized information piled on the table.
I looked up at my watch and saw that today was Thursday, no wonder.
She doesn't have to go to work today.
The office door was pushed open and Xiangyi came back with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Where did you go during your lunch break? Why are you here now?" Gao Feng raised his head and asked curiously.
Xiangyi raised the coffee in his hand and shook it, "I went to buy a cup of coffee. It's delicious."
After saying that, she sat down, took out her cell phone and dialed for a long time.
"I just posted a post on Moments to collect likes, and the store manager said that if I get 50 likes, I'll get a free cup of coffee next time, so I'm begging everyone!" she said sweetly.
Gao Feng was the first to like it, and Mi Yingying and Song Qi also opened their Moments at his call.
Wen Siheng didn't care much about this at all, just as he was carrying his briefcase and preparing to return to the small office.
Gao Feng next to him said loudly: "Eh? Isn't this our elementary school girl?"
"Which elementary school girl?" Mi Yingying stretched her head curiously.
"That's Junior Sister Jian." Gao Feng held up the photo on his phone that Xiangyi had posted in his WeChat Moments, "Why is she here?"
"Ah -" Xiangyi deliberately prolonged the ending, "So I accidentally photographed the school girl too?"
"I don't know if the school girl would mind. She obviously doesn't want people to know." Xiangyi pouted, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he said aggrievedly.
"What's wrong with Junior Sister Jian?" Mi Yingying couldn't help but be curious.
"She looks like she works part-time at a coffee shop, but actually it's nothing." Xiangyi looked hesitant as to whether he should say it or not.
"But she started to avoid me when she saw me. Maybe she didn't want people to know that she was working part-time."
"There must be some difficulty." When Mi Yingying heard that the words were a bit revealing, Mi Yingying immediately moved her chair back to her own seat.
Song Qi never liked to participate in gossip. Xiangyi looked up and saw that only Gao Feng was still eagerly waiting for her to continue talking. He suddenly lost interest and stopped talking.
Jian Anran has always been very open-minded. Apart from privacy, she has never concealed too much about her family environment.
Wen Siheng didn't even believe in punctuation when it came to things like "fearing others to find out" or "avoiding people he knew when he saw them".
What's wrong with Jian Anran? His left ear only heard these words.
In the small office, the computer was not turned on for a long time. Wen Siheng took out his mobile phone, opened the group chat, scrolled through the chat history, and clicked on Xiang Yi's selfie profile picture.
The latest circle of friends is a photo she just took in the afternoon. The composition of the selfie is just right. In the slightly blurred background, you can just see Jian Anran pouring coffee.
Scroll to the bottom of Xiangyi's circle of friends, and there is only a line of gray words——
[If you are not the other party’s friend, only the last ten Moments will be displayed]
