Huh? Wen Siheng? When did his studio expand its interior design business?
The man quickly took out his business card from his coat pocket and handed it to Wen Siheng.
"I was so busy talking that I forgot to introduce myself. We are residents of 2905 downstairs. My surname is Zhang and I run a coffee factory." The man said with a smile.
He still didn't take back the hand that handed out the business card. His hand was hanging in the air, waiting for Wen Siheng to exchange business cards with him.
Wen Siheng pointed to the business card held in the man's hand, "I am Wen Siheng."
The neighbor couple looked a little surprised, but they were worthy of their many years of business success. The man said seriously: "How are you, Professor Wen? I have seen you for a long time."
The woman looked Jian Anran up and down, "Are you two? Boy and girl? What a perfect match."
"Ah? No, no..." Jian Anran waved her hands hurriedly.
"No, she's my wife." The corners of Wen Siheng's lips raised into a beautiful smile.
The woman was almost stunned, but her husband beside her made a fake cough before she came back to her senses.
"Ah? You're the wife?" The woman smiled sheepishly, "Seeing that you two are still very young, I thought that young people today would not want to get married so early."
Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward for a while, the man quickly smoothed things over, "This is not about meeting the right person. Getting married early will lead to happiness earlier! You say so, Professor Wen, Mrs. Wen."
The first time she heard the name Mrs. Wen, Jian Anran was a little at a loss, her head lowered and she didn't know what to say.
"Our house is a little messy before we officially move in. Please come over and have a chat after it's tidied up."
Wen Siheng has always had a strong sense of boundaries in his behavior. At first glance, it seemed that he was making a warm invitation, but in fact he was giving an eviction order.
The neighbor couple immediately understood what he meant, and after being polite, they finally went downstairs.
As soon as the dark mother-in-law door was closed, Jian Anran couldn't hold back her inner curiosity.
"When did you expand your business to decorate people?"
"No," Wen Siheng replied.
"Then why did you give him your business card?" Jian Anran was confused.
"If you have the chance, practice with my students."
Jian Anran said "oh" with her mouth, as if that was the case.
"Moreover," Wen Siheng turned around and took out two bottles of mineral water from the refrigerator, "Everyone who can live in this community should have a certain financial strength."
"To put it simply, most of the people in Luojiang City who are capable of investing in real estate are here."
Jian Anran suddenly realized, "So you are expanding your network?"
"You can also say that I have been abroad for many years, and I basically don't know anyone here. You should also know that our industry is very network-hungry."
Seeing Jian Anran burst out laughing in front of him, Wen Siheng was a little confused. It was obvious that what he just said was very serious things.
"What are you laughing at?" he asked.
"Seeing that Professor Wen also has to work hard for his own career and future, I feel that we are somewhat similar to a certain extent."
Jian Anran shook his head and patted his shoulder, with an expression of pleasure as he watched the junior make progress.
"Tell you something." The conversation changed and Wen Siheng said mysteriously.
Jian Anran's little gossip radar immediately went off. She stood on tiptoes and tried to put her ears close to the tall man in front of her.
"What what?"
"Actually..." Wen Siheng gave up for a moment.
"Say it quickly!"
Jian Anran didn't stand on her tiptoes for too long. Her body suddenly lost balance and fell backwards. She felt a heat on her shoulders, and Wen Siheng's palms gently supported her shoulders.
I thought it was over, but I didn't expect that he would hug her into his arms and look at her condescendingly.
The faces of the two were extremely close, and it had been a long time since Jane Anran had taken a good look at the man with whom she had received a certificate from a distance where she could feel each other's breath.
The last time this distance was...in her room.
The last time was when we were in Hotel H?
Before the yellow waste in her head broke through the seal, Jian Anran immediately stabilized her center of gravity and stood up, taking two steps back to maintain a safe distance.
She now regrets that she did not learn a few sentences when her grandmother was chanting sutras.
Calm, calm.
"Actually, I'm not a professor yet." Wen Siheng opened one of the bottles of mineral water and handed it over.
That's it? What's the point? Jian Anran's expression was extremely speechless.
For their undergraduates, they really don’t have a clear idea of what a professor, associate professor, or lecturer is.
"Not good enough?" Jian Anran deliberately sarcasticly said.
"Well..." Wen Siheng looked thoughtful, "Yes, to a certain extent. The professional title of professor needs to be evaluated, and I am not qualified yet."
The other party answered unexpectedly seriously, which made it seem that what Jian Anran just said was a bit harsh and sharp.
Daji, is it really Daji? Did you meet the number one man in Luojiang, Green Tea?
"Wait a minute!" Jian Anran touched her pocket and couldn't find her cell phone. She grabbed Wen Siheng's left hand wearing a watch and asked, "What time is it now?"
The pointer points to four o'clock.
Suddenly panicking, she ran along with small steps and found the mobile phone that had just slipped out of her pocket on the Barcelona chair.
Jian Anran suddenly opened a few apps and suddenly thought of something. She raised her head and asked Wen Siheng, "Will Didi in your community let you in?"
"Where are you going? I'll take you there." Wen Siheng said and picked up the car keys on the table.
"No, I have to go back to school, so I'd better take a taxi." Jian Anran buried her head in the address bar above the software and entered her location.
"Didn't I just say today that I will take on the responsibility of taking you to and from school?" Wen Siheng pulled out her mobile phone.
"This is a meeting, not school."
"Strong words," Wen Siheng reached out and pinched the little face in front of him that was trying to maintain a serious expression, and grabbed her wrist, "Let's go."
In the elevator, Wen Siheng remembered: "Isn't today Saturday? What kind of meeting are you going to have?"
"I signed up as an office assistant last semester. It's not because the counselor was too busy at the beginning of the semester and didn't have time to hold meetings, so I specifically chose to hold them on Saturday."
"No, it's the supervisor's office. In the past, the graduate students led by each supervisor were in charge of it, but this year I heard that the leaders wanted to give undergraduate students a chance to study, so they set it up specially."
"Has it been allocated?" Wen Siheng asked.
"No, that's why I have to go to a meeting."
With a faint smile, Wen Siheng's eyes flashed with an almost invisible gleam.
On campus on Saturday, there were almost no people on the road. Wen Siheng's car was parked in the faculty parking space behind the architecture department building. Without thinking much, Jian Anran opened the door and wanted to get out of the car.
"Wait, let's go up together." Wen Siheng stopped her.
"Are you going up too?" Jian Anran was a little surprised. It is basically difficult for tutors to show up in the department during non-working days.
Designers basically work overtime every day, and everyone respects the rare weekend break.
"Well, something happened."
Walking into the department building side by side, Jian Anran pressed the button for the 3rd floor in the elevator, while Wen Siheng went directly to the 7th floor——
The floor where the instructor's office is located.
The moment the elevator door closed slowly, I heard a shout in the distance: "Wait!"
Seeing Zhou Yun in the dormitory next door through the crack in the door, Jian Anran quickly pressed the door button.
Zhou Yun rushed into the elevator car, panting with her hands on her hips, "Hello, Teacher Wen, hello Anran."
"Hello." Wen Siheng's smile turned on the business mode.
"Anran, did you come with the teacher?" Zhou Yun suddenly asked, staring at the two people who had deliberately distanced themselves in the car.
