"Get up and change clothes, I will take you to the hospital."
He threw the briefcase in his hand to the ground, stood up and wanted to fish out the little man from the quilt.
Her limbs seemed to be weak. As soon as Jian Anran stood up on the bed, she fell back. The person in front of her quickly reached out to hold her waist and held her tightly in his arms.
"That's not it." Her face was extremely white, her slightly raised cheeks were slightly moist, and the long eyelashes on her closed eyes were trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?" the other party asked.
Seeing that she shook her head and said nothing, Wen Siheng always maintained a consistent sense of boundaries, relaxed and relaxed, and stopped asking questions.
With their limbs hugging each other, they greedily enjoyed the quiet moments with only each other. The regular rise and fall of each other's generous chest gave Jian Anran a great sense of security.
This is something her family has not given her for a long time.
There is a big age difference between her and her brother. Jian Anran once enjoyed the wonderful time of being an only child for more than ten years.
But just when she was filled with joy that her mother was about to have a little brother or sister in her belly, there would always be relatives who were arrogant and quietly pulled her aside.
He threatened her with a smile that she would no longer be an only child, and her family would only love the child more.
That's when her uneasiness and extreme lack of identity began.
During her sensitive adolescence, she began to care about her parents' attitude towards herself and her younger brother, and she would magnify and criticize even the smallest detail.
It was at this time that Jian Anran began to become a bad boy in the eyes of her relatives who did not know how to understand her parents. She was once used as a negative teaching material for educating children.
Full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, his parents said, "I gave birth to a younger brother just to keep you company" and "One son and one daughter make up the word 'good'".
While you are making innuendo, don’t forget to help your brother when you are capable.
This situation intensified after she went to college. She was unwilling to succumb to the established life planned for her by others——
A life of being sucked by blood.
What is sober is that she did not transfer her hatred to her younger brother. All this was not Jian Anjie's fault, but the fault of the older generation who imposed their pedantic ideas on the next generation.
The desire to escape from such a family and the reality that her current abilities are insufficient tortured her for a long time.
The scarlet marriage certificate in the drawer is the opportunity she can seize to escape.
The ideal was so beautiful that she temporarily forgot about the real problems.
The remaining five thousand yuan in the card was deducted from daily living expenses.
How long can five thousand yuan support her life in a second-tier city like Luojiang City, where consumption is relatively high?
His eyes followed the perfect jawline of the man in front of him, his deep facial features, high bridge of nose, and a pair of bright and deep dark eyes.
There is almost no fault in his body, he has a perfect family atmosphere and a perfect personal resume.
God opened a door for him and even opened a window for him.
The fuse that closely connects them——
That blurry back photo and that hot search that had been hanging for three days, Jian Anran once felt that her appearance was a small flaw in his life.
"I..." She raised her head and wanted to say something.
Didn’t her parents just want Wen Siheng to be responsible for all her future living expenses?
Driven by self-esteem, Jian Anran's lips parted silently, as if something was stuck in her throat.
She knew that if she spoke, Wen Siheng would probably not refuse and the building would collapse, but everything would be out of balance the moment she spoke
"Does your foot still hurt?" He lowered his head and asked in a very soft tone, "I'll go get some medicine and disinfect it for you again."
Wen Siheng still remembered the scratch on her heel.
The other person squatted on the ground, put his feet on his knees, and gently wiped the wound over and over with a cotton swab.
His movements were as light as holding an expensive antique vase, fearing that it would break if his hand slipped.
"Do you want to eat steak? I just watched a tutorial on how to fry steak today on YouTube." Wen Siheng wrapped the used cotton swab in paper and lowered his head to pack the medicine box.
"Why do you have to watch the tutorial on frying steak on YouTube?" Jian Anran asked.
"I collected it when I was an undergraduate." He squatted on the ground and reached out to touch her head, "I only use it now."
After taking a shower, she returned to the second bedroom. As soon as she lay down, Jian Anran heard the door to the room being opened cautiously.
The sound of rustling footsteps suddenly stopped, and someone got into bed behind him.
"Please go back to your room and sleep." Jian Anran turned over and gave him a sideways glance.
"It's too cold," the other party said aggrievedly, lowering her long eyelashes, "The two of us sleep together to keep each other warm."
Raising her left hand and tapping the watch, Jian Anran pointed at the room temperature displayed on the dial——
25 degrees Celsius, the standard laboratory temperature, is also the most suitable temperature for human life.
"I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow." Jian Anran said helplessly.
"I know," the other person closed his eyes and raised the corners of his lips, "What else do you want to do?"
"Pah!" He reached out and hit him on the shoulder. The force was not very strong. The other person "hissed" and pretended to be in pain.
"Turn off the lights! Go to sleep!" She sat up and turned off the lights in the bedroom.
Most of the daily necessities were placed on the double basin in the master bedroom bathroom. After getting up, they washed their faces in the mirror together. Wen Siheng stared at Jian Anran in the mirror and suddenly suggested:
"Shall we go out to eat together after get off work?"
"Don't want to cook by yourself?" Jian Anran joked.
"That's not true." He smeared white foam shaving cream on his chin and shaved carefully in front of the mirror.
"During the meeting, I heard from my colleague next to me that a Thai restaurant has opened in S mall, and the curry inside is very authentic."
Jian Anran said "Oh", and then realized that the per capita consumption of restaurants in S mall is not too low.
She and her same-sex friends usually go out on an AA basis, with each person paying half.
But when I go out with the opposite sex, I don’t know whether it’s because of politeness or because the other person wants to show off his masculinity, so he always pays the bill.
But Jian Anran always adheres to the personal habit of: "If you treat me to dinner, I will pay for the desserts later" and is unwilling to take advantage of the other party.
But now she can be said to be stretched thin, and she dare not use the few remaining savings in her card until she has no income.
Brainstorming quickly, she tried to think of a reasonable excuse to refuse.
"I have something to do after get off work today."
It has to be said that Jian Anran's excuse was so bad that Wen Siheng was stunned for a moment.
"What happened?"
"Well..." Brainstorming again, Jian Anran thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any good excuse.
There was a pressure that could not tolerate lying in his dark eyes, and Jian Anran's heart beat like a erratic pendulum.