Resisting the urge to turn off the doorbell, she angrily pointed at the screen towards Wen Siheng.
Wearing a familiar beige trench coat, her makeup was even more refined than at the end of the evening dinner, and she was holding a bottle of foreign wine in her hand.
After seeing the person on the other side of the screen clearly, Wen Siheng turned his head and looked at Jian Anran seriously.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" Jian Anran was a little confused.
The dark door opened, and Belly handed over a bottle of whiskey, smiling so hard that she stared straight at the man in front of her.
"At this point, you're usually still awake, so I came in unceremoniously to disturb you." Belly said with a smile.
The smile on her face disappeared the moment a small head emerged from behind.
"Oh? Is this the classmate from just now? Are you still discussing the topic so late?"
Even though she had already guessed his answer, Belly still put on a forced smile and pretended to be stupid.
Before Wen Siheng could speak, she stretched out her hand to push him aside and came in with stiletto heels.
He glanced at the empty vase in the foyer and said with a smile: "What? Don't you like platycodon flowers? Then I'll change to something better next time."
"No need."
She heard it, but the other party ignored it. She walked straight to the living room and sat on the sofa.
Looking up and looking around, the woman smoothed her hair.
"I just say that this black sofa is beautiful and has much more texture than the brown one you picked before."
As she spoke, she squatted down again and reached out to touch the smooth coffee table.
"The texture of this marble is as beautiful as the sample picture."
"Even with your TV level, I think you still need to..."
"What do you want to say?" The woman interrupted. Wen Siheng stood at the other end of the sofa with his arms around him and looked at her coldly.
The warm light cast his shadow into a long shadow. Without the courage to step out, Jian Anran stood in the shadow.
"I have half of the credit for this design, why don't I come to check and accept the results?" Belly smiled even deeper.
Seeing Jian Anran's puzzled face, Belly tilted her head and said to her: "I conceived this house step by step from the rough draft."
"No matter the structural layout, down to the sofa accessories, or even the vases in the entrance, I decorate them all."
"This used to be our wedding..."
"Enough!"
The room fell into silence. Wen Siheng's almost roaring voice came out from his vocal cords, and Jian Anran was shocked.
This is the first time she has seen such uncontrollable emotions in Wen Siheng.
His neck was slightly red, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
"When you've finished reading, you can leave." Wen Siheng turned sideways, not looking at her directly.
The woman's expression darkened, she ignored him, and stood up.
"Dong dong dong——"
Her stiletto heels paced back and forth on the marble floor tiles of the house.
"I haven't finished reading yet. The little classmate discussed the topic until one o'clock and hasn't gone home yet. I am not the only one left, right?" She said and was about to walk towards the room area.
"This is also her home."
As soon as she finished speaking, Belly's eyes widened and she turned around and scanned them up and down.
Almost as an instinctive reaction, Jian Anran involuntarily leaned closer to Wen Siheng.
She wanted to grab his arm, but feeling the unfriendly gaze from the other side, her hand hung in the air, and finally fell slowly.
A strong hand grabbed her arm and hugged her naturally.
Following the beautiful neckline, Wen Siheng's expression returned to its previous calmness, and there was even a trace of impatience that he had never seen before in his eyes.
"So fast?" Belly uttered three words slowly, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Pushing open the double doors of the master bedroom, the quilt was neatly spread. She took a careful look and saw two pillows on the bed.
So are they real?
When Belly saw Wen Siheng and Jian Anran leaving together at the door of the izakaya, she felt a little stuck, but not too sad.
After all, it’s been a while since we broke up, so it’s normal for the other person to have a new love after returning to China.
Who wouldn’t be moved by this young, innocent and beautiful student?
She was holding the whiskey she brought back from England, which was his favorite foreign wine.
She came to his house in the middle of the night. She had never been here before, but she was not unfamiliar here.
The man in front of her once told her with a smile that he had prepared a wedding room for her in his hometown.
After hearing what he said, Belly turned on the computer almost immediately and began to think about everything about the new house.
Even if they thought at that time that there was a high probability that they would not return to China for development, Belly also wanted to have the feeling of being a hostess decorating a new home.
When I came out, I glanced at the master bedroom and saw women's skin care products on the sink.
Turning around and closing the master bedroom door, Belly regained her self-esteem. This time she returned to China with the slightest intention of meeting Wen Siheng again.
If the other person has already moved (look forward), and he has a minimum of self-esteem, Belly will never allow herself to stalk him.
Just when she wanted to walk out of the bedroom area, she didn't know if it came from a woman's keen intuition.
For a moment, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she turned sideways to open the door to the second bedroom.
Pink bedding, a computer still lit on the desk and a pile of textbooks spread out.
Belly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and squinted, saying with a hint of sarcasm in her tone: So you are roommates?"
"You come with me."
Wen Siheng glanced at her and walked towards the balcony of the living room expressionlessly.
Belly followed her obediently, and when passing by Jian Anran, he stuck out his tongue at her.
In an instant, the inferiority complex on Jian Anran's face was wiped away. Isn't the other party just looking for trouble?
As soon as Belly stepped onto the balcony, Wen Siheng closed the glass door smoothly, and only heard the woman say coquettishly at the end: "It's so cold."
The sound insulation effect of the door is very good, and you can't hear anything clearly when you close it.
Standing in the living room and watching from a distance, they seemed to be arguing, and all they could see was Wen Siheng saying something expressionlessly.
And unlike the intellectual first impression, Belly’s emotions and actions are almost out of control.
After listening carefully, she still couldn't hear clearly, so Jian Anran gave up and returned to the kitchen to pack her things.
After a while, she heard the balcony door open again and poked her head out of the dining room. Belly sat on the sofa angrily and refused to leave.
"I thought I made everything clear." Wen Siheng glanced sideways.
"What else do you want?"
Ignoring the extremely cold tone of the man in front of her, Belly smiled again and said, "I want to save you."
The tone is very soft and the ending sound is rising, as if he is talking about someone else's business casually.
Almost instantly, Jian Anran, who was standing on the side of the living room, immediately turned around and returned to the kitchen.