I don’t know if it was because she was eager for the answer, but her chest felt a little tight.
What does this mean to him? Is she just a one-night stand that he is forced to turn into a regular partner? Or is she used as a shield to urge him to get married?
The other party turned around, and there was silence in the car.
Vehicles waiting for parking spaces in the lane next to them honked their horns.
"It's okay." He suddenly lowered his head and smiled helplessly.
No dimples this time.
"Enter the address," Wen Siheng pointed to the navigation search interface, "I just came back and I'm not very familiar with the road conditions in Luojiang City."
Not getting an answer, Jian Anran said "Oh", feeling inexplicably empty.
Familiarly entering her home address in the search box, Jian Anran immediately sat upright and fastened her seat belt.
Her home is in the old town of Luojiang City, not too far from the center of the new district.
Under Jian Anran's guidance, Wen Siheng parked the car steadily at the door of their unit.
The community where Jian Anran lives was built in the early 2000s. It is a small western-style building with seven floors and no elevator. When Wen Siheng carried the heavy gift box to the fifth floor, he started to sweat slightly on his forehead.
Jian Anran smiled sheepishly and reached out to take it, "Let me get some."
After being rejected by Wen Siheng, Jian Anran had no choice but to carry her small satchel containing only tissues and hurried upstairs to open the door.
"Mom." She shouted toward the inside.
The living room was empty and no one responded.
"Mom!" Jian Anran increased her volume.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Yang Yahui walked out of the room while combing her hair.
"What are you shouting for? You'll be back soon." Yang Yahui frowned, "Why are you standing at the door?"
"Wen Siheng is here." Jian Anran lowered her voice and glanced sheepishly at Wen Siheng who was following closely behind.
Only then did Yang Yahui notice the man who suddenly appeared from behind Jian Anran, holding a pile of boxes stacked on top of each other, covering his front face.
"Why don't you know how to let Xiao Wen come in and sit down? What are you doing standing at the door? How heavy it is!" Yang Yahui hurriedly tied back the few locks of hair hanging on her face and stepped forward to take the box from Wen Siheng's hand. p>
"Hello, Auntie," Wen Siheng greeted with a smile, "There are still some things in the car, I'll go get them again."
Wen Siheng said this and was about to turn around, but was stopped by Yang Yahui.
"No, no, no, let her brother get it. These are heavy, so it's not easy to get there."
As Yang Yahui spoke, she turned around and shouted inside: "Jian Anjie!"
Jian Anjie is 10 years younger than her and has just entered the first grade of junior high school this year.
He was slightly shorter than Jian Anran, a little chubby, and walked out of the room wearing a white and green school uniform, a little impatient.
Looking at the strange man at the door, Jian Anjie was slightly startled at first, but then seemed to remember something, and then searched the man in front of him up and down like a detector.
"This is my brother Jian Anjie." Jian Anran turned her head and whispered to Wen Siheng.
"Hello Anjie." Wen Siheng's smile returned to business mode.
Jian Anjie looked at Yang Yahui as if asking for help, and Yang Yahui understood.
"Call me brother-in-law." Yang Yahui touched her son's head.
"Hurry downstairs and help get the things." Yang Yahui patted Jian Anjie on the shoulder.
Jian Anjie's reluctance disappeared in an instant when she saw Wen Siheng take out the game console and cassette from the trunk.
"I don't know if you like game consoles, but I just bought them together when I saw them." Wen Siheng handed over the shopping bag with a smile.
Jian Anjie's eyes widened, like a traveler looking for an oasis in the desert, drinking from the sweet spring, taking the shopping bag and holding the game console tightly in his arms.
"Thank you, brother-in-law!"
In the first minute of meeting, one of the NPCs of the Jian family was conquered by Wen Siheng.
In terms of deceiving people, Jian Anran often feels that Wen Siheng is probably the best Daji in Luojiang.
With Jian Anjie's help, Wen Siheng finally moved a bunch of large and small gift boxes out of the car. The pile in Jian's entrance was too big to walk through.
Yang Yahui glanced at the clock, five thirty.
"It's already this time, Siheng, just stay and eat."
Jian Anran thought that he might be trying to shirk it, so she took his car back to school as a matter of course. Unexpectedly, Wen Siheng showed off his signature smile again.
"Then I'll trouble Auntie."
Jian Anran turned around and glared at him, while Wen Siheng pursed his lips pretending to be innocent.
"Shua——"
The sliding door of the balcony opened, bringing in a strong smell of tobacco. Jian Anran frowned subconsciously and fanned her nose with her hand.
It was Jian Anran's father, Jian Shaobo, who had just come in after smoking on the balcony.
When Jian Anran was in junior high school, she was called to the office for a lecture because she was suspected of smoking. The reason was that every time the class teacher passed her seat, there was a lingering strong smell of smoke.
Yang Yahui went to the office in embarrassment and explained that it was because her father smoked on the balcony that her clothes were tainted with the smell, and then Jian Anran's suspicion was cleared.
From the time Jian Anran could remember, Jian Shaobo smoked every day and even smoked at home. Yang Yahui and him had quarreled many times because of this matter.
At Yang Yahui's insistence, Jian Shaobo reluctantly moved from home to the balcony to smoke with the door closed. However, every time the door opened and closed, a strong smell of smoke would still be brought into the home.
They once suggested that he go out to smoke in the corridor, but Jian Shaobo scolded him severely, saying, "You two are the only ones with more things to do," and then added, "My friends all sit on the sofa and smoke" for comparison. p>
Unable to change the status quo, Jian Anran just wants to escape.
In addition, because of engaging in pornographic blind dates a while ago, Jian Anran was scolded and slammed the door. The father and daughter have not seen each other since then, and the atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Seeing Jian Shaobo coming in, Jian Anran deliberately turned away.
Yang Yahui smiled awkwardly when she saw this and introduced: "This is An Ran's father."
"Hello, uncle." Wen Siheng greeted.
Jian Shaobo nodded calmly, "Well, hello, hello."
Yang Yahui pointed to the mountains of gifts at the back, "These are all sent by Siheng."
Jian Shaobo looked in the direction of Yang Yahui's finger, and his eyes fell on the mountain of big red gift boxes stacked in the entrance hall, including many expensive cigarettes and wine. He nodded slightly with satisfaction.
In the first ten minutes of the meeting, the Jian family's NPC was ranked second by Wen Siheng.
"Dinner is not ready yet, An Ran," Yang Yahui pulled her daughter to her side, "Take Siheng to your room to have a look."
"Room?" Jian Anran couldn't help shouting, realizing her gaffe, and then whispered to Yang Yahui: "Isn't this appropriate?"
"Why didn't you ask if it was appropriate when you received the certificate?" Yang Yahui lowered her voice, "I haven't cooked yet tonight, so I ordered two dishes at the last minute. Come out when they are ready. Don't lose our food by then.
Face."
"Oh." Jian Anran moved to Wen Siheng's side reluctantly.
"Would you like to come and sit in my room?" Jian Anran asked Wen Siheng with a smile in front of the whole family.
"Okay." The other party nodded.
On the way into the room one after another, Wen Siheng turned sideways and leaned against Jian Anran's ear.
"What to do?" Hot breath sprayed against her ears.