The smell of alcohol blowing into the wind instantly disrupted Wen Siheng's thoughts. He frowned and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Jian Anran obviously hated drinking at first. She didn't like anything red, white or yellow.
Originally, she had been thinking that it must be because she had never drank good wine and had only drank cheap wine that it tasted so bad. One day at dinner, Wen Siheng opened a five-figure bottle of red wine. After drinking it, Jian Anran's facial features changed.
After twisting into a ball, the only conclusion they came to was——
"I really don't like drinking."
Wen Siheng looked at the red face in front of him with complicated emotions, "Didn't you just get off work? Where did you drink so much wine?"
Jian Anran immediately replied, "I bought it from the convenience store on the way to get off work. I sat down in the flower bed downstairs to drink it and then came up to enjoy some air."
She seemed to have no intention of speaking again. Wen Siheng was a little disappointed. He suppressed the urge to break the casserole and ask the question directly. He wanted to ask directly: "What are you missing?"
Or, something as corny as, "Have you ever thought of me for a moment?"
No, he didn't ask anything.
Jian Anran saw that he was getting angry and finally deflated like a balloon, so she probably guessed what Wen Siheng was thinking. Even she was surprised that she was no longer as tight as before.
It seemed that no matter whether Wen Siheng cared or didn't care, whether he wanted to know or didn't want to know, Jian Anran didn't even have a trace of curiosity.
She smiled and patted his shoulder, like a good friend, "I used to be able to shrink like a turtle, but now I have to face everything by myself, right?"
An unknown gust of wind blew by Wen Siheng's ears, and Jian Anran walked straight past him. When he turned around, he only saw Jian Anran's handsome back.
"Let's go." She waved her hand.
Wen Siheng's heart seemed to sink a little deeper. He didn't know whether he was disappointed or regretful. Facing the retreating figure, he finally made up his mind and said, "Sure enough, you still didn't..."
Suddenly looking back, Jian Anran put her index finger lightly on her lips and made a "shh" gesture towards Wen Siheng, "Sister, I don't care about anything."
"Sister, I have more important things to do."
This is something more important than love, something more important than her current life.
Ever since the sudden change in her family at the end of last year, Jian Anran suddenly realized that falling in love was the most luxurious thing in the world.
Whenever we encounter problems that are closely related to survival, such as work, study, savings, and debt, love and love may not seem to be too important for a moment.
After all, you can still live if you lose love, but if you lose your ability to survive, you really have nothing.
When Jian Anran walked to the stairwell, she looked back and saw that it was completely dark outside. She subconsciously reached out and pressed her stomach. She had not eaten much at noon today and had just drank two cans of beer on an empty stomach after get off work. Now my stomach is churning.
Holding on to the railing and walking down a few steps, Jian Anran stumbled and almost lost her balance. She leaned her body's weight against the wall and slumped down on the steps along the wall.
She originally thought of resting on the steps for a while before walking, but she suddenly thought, what if Wen Siheng planned to go downstairs now?
This staircase was the only way to go down from the rooftop. Thinking of the embarrassment of facing Wen Siheng, Jian Anran resisted the turmoil in her stomach and held on to the wall all the way to the elevator.
Just go downstairs and you'll be fine. Once you go downstairs, you won't meet him.