Although she was attracted by the blackness of the living room when she first walked into the house, in fact, Jian Anran did not really want this chair.
With the rapid development of the Internet, today's social media is very developed. She has seen many real cases. Premarital property is not considered jointly owned by husband and wife.
It's not her own, and she won't covet it at all.
When Wen Siheng insisted on giving this chair to her in the divorce agreement, Jian Anran had been distressed since she was a child.
I like it, but after all, this chair is not small and not very practical. It takes up a lot of space when moved to the dormitory.
But when she and Xu Nianhe were in a stalemate over the issue of "moving" or "not moving", a desire to win arose in her heart.
Adhering to the mentality of "we can not give up the chair, but we can't lose", Jian Anran is always unwilling to give in.
"Ding dong——" A hurried doorbell broke the deadlock of silence.
"Finally here." Wen Siheng said with relief, then turned around and walked to the entrance to open the door.
Who else will come?
When Jian Anran turned around, she happened to meet Xu Nianhe's equally confused eyes.
"Humph." Xu Nianhe pursed his lips and immediately turned his head to the other side.
"Hello Mr. Wen, we are a real estate agent. Did you just make an appointment for moving service on our official APP?"
"Yes, please come in." Wen Siheng turned sideways and made way for the workers standing at the door.
Moving?
As soon as the person outside the door finished speaking, Jian Anran's eyes immediately fell on the Barcelona chair where Xu Nianhe was sitting.
At that time, she just moved as soon as she wanted. It was only now that she remembered the most practical problem:
How to move?
It was definitely not appropriate to carry the chair to the bus alone with bare hands. She had not even thought about how she was going to move the chair to school after she had been arguing with Xu Nianhe for so long just now.
"I don't allow it!" Xu Nianhe immediately shouted towards the entrance, "This chair also belongs to this house, I don't allow her to move it!"
No one paid attention to her roar. The workers sent by the property management quickly put shoe covers on their shoes and spread out their tools in the entrance hall.
"Here, please follow me." As soon as Wen Siheng finished speaking, he seemed to glance over here from the corner of his eye when he turned around.
Very indifferent, there seems to be no emotion in his eyes, that feeling is like...
It seems that I have never known each other.
A chill suddenly arose from the bottom of his heart, and Xu Nianhe suddenly shivered.
Was Wen Siheng glaring at her just now?
He has always been gentle with others and is good at hiding his true emotions deep in his heart. The feelings he expresses are just like his name——
Siheng.
In the past, Xu Nianhe once heard their mutual friend Loen say the meaning of Wen Siheng's name, which comes from "Nine Songs: Mountain Ghost"——
"Being led by Shi Lanxi, Du Heng was taken away, and his thoughts were left behind by the fragrant fragrance."
His parents hope that he can become a person who can distinguish right from wrong and weigh the priorities. Xu Nianhe has always felt that this name suits him very well, and the person lives up to his name.
But the terrifying look in his eyes just now was the first time she had seen Wen Siheng in the ten years she had known him——
It was as if he was looking at an enemy, and Xu Nianhe was on pins and needles for an instant.
Her heart began to waver. If what she was doing now was what he hated, should she continue to get into trouble like this?
When she saw the other party leading the workers towards the house, Xu Nianhe's upper body moved slightly. The only thought in her mind now was: If he really wants Jian Anran to move away, then let's move.
She is willing to compromise as long as he doesn't hate her.
Without any intention of setting foot in the living room, Wen Siheng led the workers towards the corridor.
Corridor? How could it be a corridor? Jian Anran was confused. There were only three rooms in the corridor, the master bedroom where Wen Siheng lived, Wen Siheng’s study, and...
And the second bedroom where Xu Nianhe is currently living.
Sleeping next time?
Xu Nianhe seemed to have just reacted, his round eyes widened, his body shot out like an arrow from a bow, and he rushed to the corridor.
The items in the closet of the second bedroom were packed out one by one with hangers attached. The workers on the other side squatted on the ground and put the sundries in the drawer into cardboard boxes.
"You...?" He looked at Wen Siheng with eyes full of disbelief, and Xu Nianhe's head was in chaos.
"Are you really not willing to give me any favors?"
The person in front of him crossed his arms and treated Xu Nianhe as if he were a product of a different dimension, as if he couldn't hear her voice at all. Wen Siheng remained unmoved.
"We've known each other for ten years, and you want to kick me out just because of this woman I've only known for three months?"
Hearing these explosive words, the workers who were busy collecting things even paused for a moment, but after all, their professionalism was still there, and they continued to work hard as if they hadn't heard.
Knowing that the lives of these rich people are somewhat bizarre, the workers felt that they had finally seen a real horse-catcher today.
Several workers began to secretly guess which of them was the mistress and which was the serious wife.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Xu Nianhe's mentality gradually collapsed, "I said, you are not allowed to touch my things!"
"Do you know how expensive my things are? How will you pay for them if they are damaged?" As she said this, she stepped forward and tried to stop the workers' hands.
The staff looked at Wen Siheng asking for help, looking very embarrassed.
"Don't worry, accept it. I will be responsible for any losses."
After getting Wen Siheng's approval, they continued their actions.
Seeing that his attempts to stop him were fruitless, Xu Nianhe lay down on the bed in a "big" shape, "I won't leave, let's see if you can still touch me?"
Still no one paid attention to him. The workers' hands and feet were very fast, and they recovered as before after lying down for three to five times——
Restore to the way it was when Jian Anran just left.
From the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but glance towards the living room. Jane Anran was sitting on the sofa bored, with her hands on both sides of her body and her eyes focused on the coffee table in front of her.
She is trying to avoid all conflicts, and she seems to be staying out of it, as if everything happening here has nothing to do with her.
Wen Siheng couldn't tell what the strange emotion in his heart was, but he always said it was not a very good emotion. For the first time, he had the idea of chopping something.
"Everyone could have been decent." He coldly said this to Xu Nianhe who was lying on the bed. Wen Siheng turned around and opened the door.
"Take this mattress and move it outside to the first floor." He said to the workers.