"I'm sorry, I said I would invite you to Wenju before. Who knew that the first time I invited you to come, it would be like this."
Jian Anran took out a pair of guest slippers from the cloakroom behind the entrance and placed them at Ning Beibei's feet.
After looking around for a long time, I saw Ning Beibei frozen in place, not moving for a long time.
"Oh my God, Jane, are you marrying into a rich family?"
After feeling Jian Anran's eyes roll, Ning Beibei smiled sheepishly, changed her shoes, and walked straight to the living room.
"Barcelona chair? Teacher Wen really has good taste." She immediately saw the black chair in the center of the living room.
"What can I drink? We have soda, juice, coffee, milk and mineral water." Jian Anran said and was about to walk to the kitchen.
After hearing this, Ning Beibei immediately stopped her: "Stop!"
"I'm here to do business. Tell me, what things are yours?" Ning Beibei immediately jumped up from the Barcelona chair.
While following Jian Anran to the second bedroom, Ning Beibei made amazing tut-tsk sounds from time to time.
"Can an architecture teacher earn so much? These home decorations are not cheap." Ning Beibei said with emotion, "I never thought that one day I would be able to step into the door to the clouds."
"I heard that his parents bought it before he came back." Jian Anran said casually.
All of this will soon have nothing to do with her.
After a while, the two girls started to get busy. On the way here, Ning Beibei stopped at the express delivery point at the intersection and bought several cartons of the largest size.
She skillfully packed Jian Anran's clothes, various electronic equipment, books and other things one by one, sealed them and marked them.
"These can be hung with idle fish, these can be taken directly for recycling, and these..." Ning Beibei explained each sealed box one by one to Jian Anran.
Just like a little soldier, Jian Anran struggled to move the boxes under the command of Marshal Ning Beibei.
After finally loading all the boxes into the moving truck reserved by Jian Anran, Ning Beibei let out a long sigh when she heard "Hey——" above her head.
When Jian Anran looked up, she saw the distressed look from the other party.
Seeing her frowning face, Jian Anran couldn't help but complain: "Your face is like a bitter melon."
"What should our little Jane do?" Ning Beibei sighed again, "You haven't graduated from college yet, why are you getting married for the second time?"
"I'm not married, so how come I'm married for the second time?" Jian Anran immediately refuted this statement.
Ning Beibei, who was squatting on the ground to take care of the boxes, looked shocked, "Aren't you considered divorced?!"
Jian Anran:......
As night gradually fell, tiredness set in, and she felt as if she had never been there before. Jian Anran felt a little mixed in her heart.
She has lived here for a while. From the time she hurriedly left home to the time she moved into Wen Siheng's house, the whole process was almost like moving in with her bags.
Everything here was so well prepared that she only brought her own clothes.
After staring at the empty room in silence for a long time, Jian Anran suddenly turned to look at Ning Beibei and said softly: "Thank you."
Seeing the aggrieved look on the other person's face, Ning Beibei was about to say a few words of comfort when she heard Jian Anran give her a shot of blood, and suddenly she became very excited.
"What are you going to eat tonight? Dad will treat you."
……
When he got home late at night, Wen Siheng habitually glanced in the direction of the second bedroom. There was darkness in the crack in the door, and he couldn't see his fingers.
He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. At this time, he didn't know what he was expecting.
What was unusual was that when Wen Siheng got up the next day, he sat in bed in a daze for a long time——
This morning, he didn't hear any sound.
He slept very lightly, and every time Jian Anran got up early in the morning and went out at night, even though he knew that the other party meant to be gentle, Wen Siheng still heard it clearly as usual.
But there was nothing today. When I walked out with doubts, what I saw was the closed door of the second bedroom.
Wen Siheng thought that he might have been too tired these past few days and slept too deeply.
Every time he just eats quietly in front of the dining table, Wen Siheng never checks any electronic devices while eating.
This is a habit he has developed since he was a child. Wen Siheng's parents are also the same at home. They even dismantled the original TV in the restaurant, so the family can only eat seriously at the dinner table.
From time to time, it is mixed with a few personal opinions on the current hot news or occasionally a few family gossip.
The air was eerily quiet, but the huge space felt suffocating.
An unknown thought suddenly occurred to him, which drove Wen Siheng to open his mobile phone. When he clicked on the little red dot in his circle of friends, the familiar avatar appeared.
Jane Anran is a typical "dogperson" (dog lover), and her avatar has always been a Samoyed with her tongue sticking out.
Unlike most people of her age, she changes her avatar very rarely. Anyway, in all the time Wen Siheng has known her, she has never seen Jian Anran change her avatar.
In White Samoa’s new circle of friends, there are no pictures, only a short sentence——
[Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.]
Below is Mi Yingying’s comment: [You didn’t come today because you went to Chengdu?]
Not sure why he suddenly had a bad premonition, Wen Siheng immediately put down the spoon in his hand, picked up the keys on the entrance table and walked out.
Different from his usual steady driving, his car was driving almost as fast as possible within the speed limit. When it finally stopped under the building of the Department of Architecture, Wen Siheng hesitated again.
I don’t know if I am afraid that my conjecture will turn out to be a prophecy, or I am unwilling to face the fact that it seems to have happened.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the car. It wasn't until he heard the clear knocking of the glass in his ears that Wen Siheng suddenly came back to his senses. He looked up and found that it was Jian Anran, their senior counselor.
"Teacher Wen, are you feeling unwell? I saw you just before I went to hand in the materials. Why did you sit in the car for so long? Are you still here after handing in the materials?" The other party leaned against the window and asked with concern.<
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Rolling down the window, Wen Siheng showed his business smile, "I just made a phone call and am about to go upstairs."
"So," the other party suddenly realized, "then let's go up together? I just have a form for you."
Following the other party to the counselor's office, Wen Siheng took the brown paper bag and turned around and left in a hurry.
The elevator went up again and when I opened the office door, sure enough, the table in front of the glass window did not have that pointed head.
Walking to Jian Anran's desk, her desk was neatly cleared as always.
I once heard Mi Yingying jokingly saying that Jian Anran's desk was "ready to run away at any time".
"Good morning, teacher! I haven't seen you for several days." Mi Yingying spotted Wen Siheng first and greeted him warmly.
After not waiting for a long time to react, he looked in the direction of Wen Siheng's gaze and saw Jian Anran's workstation at the end of the mule.
Mi Yingying immediately reacted: "The school girl seems to have gone to Chengdu to play."
