When she opened her confused eyes in the early morning, the curtains in the master bedroom were very strong in blocking light, and Jian Anran could not tell the time now.
Her pajamas were rolled up to her neck, and a big warm hand was still rubbing her belly in her sleep.
Jian Anran secretly made up her mind to stuff her pajamas into her pants before going to bed next time.
After a slight struggle, she broke free from Wen Siheng's arms, and touched the head of the bed with her hand.
I picked up my phone and saw that it was almost ten o'clock.
It's ten o'clock!
The office assistant's working hours are from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon. She struggled to sit up from the soft bed in a panic.
The hem of her clothes was tightly grasped from behind. When she looked back, she saw a sleepy Wen Siheng looking at her resentfully.
"Where are you going?" His voice was a little hoarse.
"It's already ten o'clock for work."
"What class are you in?" Wen Siheng asked.
Jian Anran gave him a roll of her eyes, a little speechless: "You don't know what class I'm in? I'm in your class."
You are indeed in his class.
"But isn't today Tuesday?"
By the way! Today is Tuesday!
Because there are still classes on weekdays, the student assistants only have to go to the office to work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and can arrange the rest of the time freely.
The happiest thing in the world is when you think you are late, but it turns out you don’t have to go to work today.
She immediately got into bed and turned to the other side, turning her phone on the man behind her.
The person next to her immediately lay back, put his arms around her waist from behind, and buried his face in her back.
Wen Siheng took a deep breath, greedily wanting to take in all the faint fragrance of the little man in his arms.
"Why are you lying back? You don't have to go to work?" Jian Anran asked.
As an assistant, she has fixed working hours, but the tutors do not. Many other young teachers who are famous for their work are buried in the office during the working day.
"They would feel uncomfortable if I went to the office and sat there." Wen Siheng closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the intimacy at the moment.
A new message suddenly popped up on WeChat. Jian Anran clicked on it and saw a 60-second voice message from her mother, Yang Yahui.
60 seconds of voice is the upper limit for WeChat, not Yang Yahui.
Without much hesitation, Jian Anran pressed and held [voice to text].
[Well... An Ran, you don't have class today... uh... I just want to tell you... that...]
Jian Anran couldn't help but lament that her mother used too many modal particles.
To summarize the 60-second voice content of Yang Yahui: Early this morning, Grandma Jian Anran went to the mountain to pick a lot of strawberries and came back, and asked her to go home and get some to eat.
[Jane: I asked my grandma yesterday if she had brought the "Calming Mantra"]
[Blooming flowers bring prosperity: brought together in a strawberry basket]
[Hua Kai Fugui: I don’t know if your child has changed gender, why do you suddenly want to watch this]
Jian Anran didn't answer and sent an emoticon to try to prevaricate.
The man in his arms suddenly got out of bed and lay on the floor looking for the slippers he had kicked off the bottom of the bed yesterday. Wen Siheng sat up immediately.
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" His expression was a bit resentful, "I was so tired last night."
"Then don't do something that will tire you out next time." Jian Anran raised her head and glanced.
"Actually, it's not that tiring," the other party immediately retorted, "moderate fatigue can maintain a certain amount of vitality."
Nonsense!
"My mother asked me to go back. You go to work first." Jian Anran opened the bedroom door.
"I'll give it to you.".
"No," she refused immediately, "It'll be there soon by subway. There will be traffic jams during the morning rush hour."
If her mother found out that Wen Siheng sent her back, she would not give up without dragging Wen Siheng upstairs and questioning her inside and out again.
"It's half past ten and it's still early rush hour?"
After returning to the second bedroom, I changed my clothes and came out. Wen Siheng was already waiting at the entrance with the car keys.
Seeing Jian coming out safely, he immediately raised his head and smiled, "Let's go."
The main urban area of Luojiang City is not too big. Starting from Qishangyunduan, it takes less than 30 minutes to reach the downstairs of Jian Anran's house.
After the car stopped, she reached out to pull the door handle.
The wrist of her left hand was tightly held, and the driver loosened his seat belt and kissed her on the lips.
Like a dragonfly, by the time Jian Anran reacted, Wen Siheng was already sitting upright in his seat, with the corners of his lips curled up in a nice smile as if he was succeeding.
His hair shines warm brown in the sun, thick and smooth, with a harmless look on his face.
The slender index finger inserted into the gap between the buttons of the other person's shirt collar, and gently hooked it forward. The delicate red lips brushed against the line of his chin, and finally fell on his lips. p>
Then with a "whistle", Jian Anran got out of the car.
After closing the passenger door, she bent down and mouthed through the car window: "Goodbye, teacher."
As if without any nostalgia, what remained in Wen Siheng's eyes was the figure of her turning around and going upstairs.
Click until it is over, and then leave.
For the first time, he was curious whether the other party had experienced many battles in love before he could develop such profound skills.
Taking out the key from her bag, Jian Anran opened the door and entered the house. Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo were sitting on the sofa chasing the family ethics drama that had been replayed countless times on the TV station.
"Anran is back?" Yang Yahui poked her head outside the door. There was no one behind her. After entering the house, Jian Anran closed the door smoothly.
"Where's Siheng? Didn't he come back with you?" Yang Yahui asked.
"I'm at work, today is Tuesday."
Yang Yahui said "Oh" and took the bag from Jian Anran's hand, "Let's go after lunch. The meal will be cooked soon."
Jian Anran responded and sat down on the sofa, grabbing a washed strawberry on the table.
Jian Shaobo looked her up and down and said hello: "You're back?"
With a hesitant "hmm", Jian Anran was surprised that he actually spoke for the first time. This was the first time that father and daughter had spoken since their last quarrel.
Staring at the cliche drama on the TV, they chatted wordlessly.
When they were halfway through the meal, Yang Yahui and Jian Shaobo began to exchange looks.
Sensing something was wrong, Jian Anran couldn't help but said, "Just say what you want to say."
From Yang Yahui's evasive eyes and Jian Shaobo's usual silence, she had roughly guessed that what they wanted to say would not be anything good.
"An Ran, it's like this," Yang Yahui hesitated, "We may not have living expenses for you in the future."
"What did you say?"
Jian Anran never thought about this possibility.
Only then did she realize that her parents, who had always provided her with living expenses in a timely manner, were already halfway through the month and had not yet transferred a penny to her.
It's just that she has the habit of saving money, so when she saw that there was still a balance in the card, she didn't take it seriously.
"Dad, does that mean the same thing?" She looked at Jian Shaobo, who had always remained silent.
Jian Anran seemed to remember something and sneered: "Or is this what dad meant?"
