In the past two days, Wen Siheng went out early and came back late as usual. On the third day without seeing him, Jian Anran held her head and thought at home.
Maybe he is too busy with something important, right?
Humans are not exactly animals that think in their lower body. They just want to fuck something when they see it, right?
The language of self-comfort is a bit pale.
She couldn't help but laugh at herself: She said she wanted to be an independent woman in the new era, but why did she start to be troubled by these twists and turns of emotions?
The door opened with a click, and the first thing that appeared was the bulging black travel bag.
Wen Siheng took off his shoes directly outside the door and came in wearing socks.
"Why don't you bring your shoes in?"
Only then did he realize that Jian Anran was still asleep. Wen Siheng sighed slightly and then said, "I will leave soon."
"Recently." She hesitated for a moment, "Are you very busy?"
Her nose was slightly red, and Jian Anran suppressed an unknown sourness.
The corners of his eyes were a little swollen, either from lack of sleep or from crying. Wen Siheng took a closer look for the first time in the past few days and discovered that Jian Anran seemed to have lost slightly weight.
I think working part-time in a coffee shop requires me to stand for a long time, and it is difficult to gain weight due to high-intensity work.
In the end, he still couldn't make up his mind to fight her to the end. Wen Siheng sighed softly and finally made up his mind to explain his recent habit of getting up early and going to bed late.
"I originally planned to return to China at the beginning of this year, but I have been working on a project that was delayed until mid-August."
"I originally thought that the project had come to an end, and we could start preparations for implementation after handing over to Party B to draw the construction drawings."
"Party A suddenly contacted me recently and overturned many of the details that had been finalized, so I had to start over."
Feeling a headache, Wen Siheng reached out and pressed his temples.
"So," Jian Anran asked, "have you been working on this project lately?"
"Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing all the time?" Wen Siheng narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully.
"He's hiding from debt."
"Or you are avoiding me." She raised her eyelids and said aggrievedly as she lay on the sofa.
"I told you when you first moved here," Wen Siheng walked up to her and gently pinched Jian Anran's chin.
"What you're worried about won't happen."
Looking at each other in silence, the emotions that Jian Anran had accumulated for several days instantly collapsed in his frankness and tenderness.
"Are you going to work overtime tonight?" she asked, choking in her throat.
"Well," Wen Siheng lowered his head and kissed her gently on the lips, "it will be over soon."
"Then let me make you a cup of coffee." She stood up and walked to the kitchen with her slippers on.
"Can you make coffee?" Wen Siheng asked pretending to be casual.
Jane Anran has a slight caffeine intolerance, and she has always only drank cocoa.
"Well," she lowered her eyes, her expression a little unnatural.
“I saw a coffee machine in the kitchen, so I learned how to use it.”
After taking a shower and coming out with his travel bag, Wen Siheng smelled the rich and mellow aroma of coffee before he even entered the restaurant.
Beside the island, Jian Anran was holding a espresso in one hand and a tin pot in the other hand, pouring hot milk into the coffee.
After making it, he put the coffee on the cup holder on the island table. After a while, Wen Siheng pushed a latte art in front of him.
The shape of the latte art is a little distorted, but it is not difficult to guess that it is a heart.
After taking a sip, Wen Siheng nodded and said, "It tastes good."
The person in front of me was obviously relieved and left with cheerful steps.
After taking a few steps, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned around with a faint smile on her lips.
"Good night."
The figure in pajamas disappeared from the corner. Wen Siheng picked up his phone and clicked on today's circle of friends.
Zoom in until Xiangyi's face is no longer visible, take a screenshot, and only crop out the blurred figure in the distance.
Staring at that photo, I drank the coffee in my hand for a long time.
The next day when I arrived at the office, Jian Anran came in happily carrying her bag and greeted everyone she met one by one.
"Did something good happen to the school girl?" Mi Yingying couldn't help but ask.
"The weather is nice." She said with a smile.
Mi Yingying raised her head and looked out the window, seeing dark clouds.
"The school girl probably just doesn't want to share it with us." Xiangyi said deliberately.
The whole office fell into silence, but Mi Yingying came out to smooth things over, "Of course everything feels good when you are in a good mood."
"Pa"! The office door was pushed open.
An angry woman stood at the door. Her reddish-brown wavy hair covered her chest. She was a little plump. She was wearing a tight black leather skirt and a pair of sky-high boots.
Frightened by her momentum, no one reacted for a moment, but Song Qi was the first to put down what he was doing and stand up.
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" he asked politely.
The woman glanced at the office with her slender eyes, and asked in a stern voice, "Which one of you is Xiangyi?"
Mi Yingying pointed behind her, Xiangyi had just gone to fetch water from the water fountain outside.
With a "pia" sound, the satchel in the woman's hand hit Xiang Yi hard on the face. Her entire weight tilted back, and the thermos cup in her hand flew far away.
"You shameless thing!" The woman rushed over and grabbed her hair with her upper hand.
There was a lot of commotion, and many people came out of the corridor to watch the fun.
The woman's bright red nails were sharp and long, and Xiangyi's arm that was pinched by her quickly turned red.
Xiangyi is thin and small, and has no strength to fight back under the absolute pressure of his body size.
In a panic, Mi Yingying quickly picked up her cell phone and dialed the police station.
"How shameless are you to steal someone else's man?" The woman scolded her more and more fiercely, "You know what you are doing."
The woman was approaching menacingly, and the people next to her stood far away.
The school had just started, and no one knew each other very well, so they were unwilling to take risks and wade into muddy waters. Who knew if she was carrying any deadly knives.
Just as she was pointing at Xiang Yi's face with her nails, Jian Anran quickly stepped forward and pulled her out of instinct.
Xiangyi is afraid that her appearance will be ruined if her nails are worn like this.
Feeling her hand being grabbed, the woman turned back and glared viciously.
She looked at Jian Anran, who was also helpless, and her face turned red with difficulty just by holding her hand.
The woman sneered: "What? Are you the only one who is enthusiastic?"
"I didn't expect San'er to have such a good friend. I'm really touched by your friendship."
As the woman spoke, she pushed Jian Anran's waist hard with her elbow, then reached out and scratched her hard with her nails.
Jian Anran fell to the ground in response, clutching her abdomen in pain.
"Stop it! Stop it!" The security guard finally rushed over at the last moment. Several big men grabbed the woman and pushed her to the ground, unable to move.
A tall, panting figure appeared at the corner of the corridor. The elevator was too crowded during get out of class time, so Wen Siheng ran up the stairs to the seventh floor.
He happened to be in a meeting in the administration building this morning. When he heard the news that the students were beaten, he asked the dean to borrow his bicycle and ran all the way.
"Are you injured?" Wen Siheng walked quickly towards this side.
Xiangyi raised his head, his big eyes filled with tears, curled his lips and cried aggrievedly: "Teacher"
