Xiangyi argued back and forth with them for a long time over these insignificant details, and everyone is still deeply impressed.
So when she saw this 35-page so-called internal report document, Jian Anran immediately thought of Xiangyi.
After exchanging glances with Wen Siheng, she almost immediately rejected this conjecture.
It's not that she believes in Xiangyi's moral sense and character, but she really lacks such a motive for committing a crime——
Xiangyi really doesn’t have to do this.
The probability of having such a large-scale project come to fruition during graduate school is extremely small. As a member of Wen Siheng's studio, with such a project that adds to her resume, she really can't afford to interfere with it just for the sake of small favors in front of her.
Switch sides to your opponent.
"Jere, how are you? Did you find anything wrong?" Looking at Wen Siheng's increasingly solemn expression, Xu Nianhe was a little nervous.
Things went so smoothly before that Xu Nianhe didn't realize until now that something was wrong.
It's not surprising that her reaction was too slow. It's just that except for Wen Siheng's emotional line that was constantly being cut and messed up, it can be said that Xu Nianhe has done nothing against her will.
Everything comes according to her will, and she doesn't even know how to write the word "rough".
"Sorry, I may not be able to entertain you today. We have to go out for something." Wen Siheng said and immediately pressed the dot in the upper right corner of the file to forward the report material to his mobile phone.
Hearing the word "you", Xu Nianhe was a little unhappy, and the corner of his eye passed over Jian Anran inadvertently.
"Now?"
"Well," he nodded, "now."
"I will inform you if there is any progress in the future. If there is any new news recently, please tell me, and..."
He explained to Xu Nianhe: "During this period, you'd better not have too many private contacts with the project board of directors, and try not to leave any evidence of private contacts."
"Okay," Wen Siheng clapped his hands on his thighs and sat up from the sofa, "walk slowly, I won't send you away."
Dragging his cotton slippers, Wen Siheng immediately walked towards the room. After taking a few steps, he turned back to Jian Anran and said, "Get ready too. Let's go together later."
Nodding blankly, Jian Anran sat on the sofa and glanced at Xu Nianhe awkwardly. After the other party stood up, she stood up immediately, walked to the entrance with Xu Nianhe, and watched her open the door.
After taking off his disposable slippers, Xu Nianhe put on the small high heels he had worn when he came.
Until the moment the door finally closed, her expression was anything but friendly.
"Pa-ta-"
The dark door was closed tightly, and Wen Si quickly put on his working skin: a white shirt and black trousers and walked out of the room.
"Let's go." He said to Jian Anran.
Without any reaction, Jian Anran said "Huh?"
Are you leaving now? For a moment, you even forgot why you came all the way to live in the clouds.
"Didn't you just say that there was something that required me to come here? After seeing off my ex, you asked me to leave immediately?" Jian Anran complained softly while changing her shoes.
After waiting for a response from the other party for a long time, Jian Anran looked up and met Wen Siheng's smiling eyes.
"What? You want to stay?" His smile grew stronger.
Pretending not to care and avoiding his sight, Jian Anran lowered her head and murmured softly: "What..."
"What did you say?" Bending down, Wen Siheng put his ear next to Jian Anran's lips.
For a moment, Jian Anran was anxious to avoid it. She closed her eyes subconsciously, shifted her body's center of gravity, fell back, and fell heavily on the door behind her——
Huh? Why doesn’t it hurt?
With quick eyes and quick hands, her big hands stretched out almost instantly and leaned against the wall like an unconditioned reflex, blocking the way between Jian Anran and the door. She fell heavily into the opponent's hand.
"Does it hurt? I'm sorry." After standing still, Jian Anran looked at Wen Siheng apologetically, and when she lowered her head, she saw that his palms were starting to turn red.
"I don't feel it at all. It's as light as a feather." The corners of Wen Siheng's lips curled up in a faint arc, and you could only hear his snort of laughter.
"Let's go!" Feeling like she was being teased, Jian Anran opened the door angrily and walked out.
Unlike other old professors, Wen Siheng's office does not have a strict work schedule. As soon as the project at hand is finished, he gives everyone a big vacation.
Following Wen Siheng's white sports car to the school, there was no one downstairs during school hours. She hadn't been in his car for a long time, so Jian Anran opened the door and got out of the car without thinking.
As soon as I got on the elevator and went up to the seventh floor, I saw a row of rooms with lights on in the distance. Only their office was dark.
"Have you brought the key?" Wen Siheng turned his head.
Jian Anran was stunned for a moment before she found the office key from the depths of her shoulder bag. She was rarely the first to arrive at the office. She basically never took out the key after getting it. p>
"As a teacher, don't you have the key to your own office?" Jian Anran handed Wen Siheng her key.
Wen Siheng smiled, took the hellokitty keychain from her, and said softly: "No need."
It’s true.
There is no need for the teacher to stay in the office permanently, so there is no need for him to open the door in person.
Probably because she wanted to sort out the information to prove her innocence, the moment she opened the door and walked in, Jian Anran even wanted to use the word "fresh" to describe the office.
The previously cramped room was filled with all kinds of documents and materials, and it was basically like an avalanche if I accidentally bumped into them while walking by.
In the current office, all paper documents are filed away and put in cabinets, and the desk is spotless.
"How to check?" Jian Anran sighed without a clue.
Wen Siheng walked straight to Xiangyi's computer, pulled out her office chair and sat down.
"It's not good if you want to directly open her computer, right? You also know who she is..."
Before Jian Anran could finish speaking, Wen Siheng reached out and pressed the switch of the host on the table, and the computer screen quickly lit up.
Unfortunately, Xiangyi's computer has a password set.
For the same project, it was Jian Anran's carelessness in not setting a password during the early research that led to Gao Feng's behavior. Since then, every computer in their studio has been locked. "What should I do?" Jian Anran asked.
After thinking briefly, Wen Siheng immediately said: "Call Xiangyi."
"Why are you calling her?" Jian Anran was confused.
Wen Siheng used his most serious expression and replied seriously: "Of course I asked her for her computer's power-on password."
"No," Jian Anran asked immediately while not quite understanding Wen Siheng's brain circuit, "You want to secretly open other people's computers, and you want to directly ask them for their passwords?"
