There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

After that, Yin Mu quickly found a suitable rental house. Wen Yuran went to see it and thought it was good. After all, the previous house had been cleaned up and the rent was refunded. He firmly ignored Qian Lang's resentful eyes and moved out of his home. .

He didn't dare to confirm to Qianlang whether he was mentally ill or not. Wen Yuran felt that the current relationship, which was relatively familiar, was very good, and it would be more embarrassing if it was shallower or deeper, so maintaining the status quo was the best choice. .

And every morning, noon and night, he will receive a love!Heart!meal!Even cutlery is included!It's okay at home, but at the company, the ambiguous or jealous eyes of his colleagues really made him feel frustrated and he deliberately refused, but it is clear that the enemy's attack power is a blood-red MAX in all aspects.

Because every time Wen Yuran received the lunch box, he didn't receive it face to face, but when he opened the door, there was a pile of fragrant lunch boxes neatly placed on the ground, and no one could be found.Even if he called Qian Lang and told Qian Lang that there was no need to do this at all, the other party could put his shame on it and ask innocently: What did you say?What lunch box?Why can't I understand?

Wen Yuran wanted to complain at that time: All the girls in the same office came to me to ask for an autograph. If you want to pretend you don't know, at least pretend when you deliver the meal, okay?

Touching his conscience, he said that if Qian Lang was a girl, he would have followed her long ago.

He also touched his conscience and said that he had never seen such a leisurely celebrity.

Because the first time he received the lunch box, there was a note next to it, telling him that the lunch box should be placed directly outside the door. Based on experience, Wen Yuran roughly estimated that every time the lunch box was put out, it would be taken away within half an hour at most.And when he just opened the insulated lunch box, the food in it still had the hot smell just out of the pan, and he really didn't know what Qianlang could do every day besides delivering lunch boxes and collecting lunch boxes.

Later, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he told Qianlang directly that if he had to deliver the lunch box, he didn't need such a recycling method. He could deliver it together after work every day, but he was dismissed with a lot of sternness, and finally decided to go together after delivering dinner every day. Just accept it, it's better than sending and receiving three times a day.

Today's lunch is in Western style, with appetizing spaghetti and exquisite steak, as soon as Wen Yuran opened the bento box, the mouth-watering aroma filled the cafeteria instantly, making those who hold the plate in their hands miserable Xixi's single dog who was waiting to eat had the heart to kill him.

As a person with special treatment who doesn't need to queue up for food, after Wen Yuran had started eating for a while, only two people came over with a plate of rice and sat opposite him.

Wen Yuran looked up and said hello: "The queue is pretty fast today."

"You are the only person here who is not qualified to say that, please don't spread hatred." The person sitting on the left is wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his face looks about the same age as him, and he has actually been working here for two years. He usually has a good relationship with Wen Yuran, his name is Liu Zhenghao, and he looks like a sunny boy.

"That's right. After all, we don't have a loving bento like you have a girlfriend every day." The other person is Tong An, who was just transferred to this company a while ago. He is a little older than them, close to thirty, but he is not serious. , On the contrary, sometimes they seem to be less in tune than them.

Wen Yuran has been condemned countless times on this topic, and every time he is so speechless, although some people saw Qianlang who came to deliver the food, but no one seemed to think that he did it himself, and most of them just thought that girls were not good. I'm sorry, so please ask Qianlang to run an errand.

why?Wen Yuran couldn't figure it out, why no one suspected Qianlang, people are really so pure these days and don't care about basic affection?

After thinking about it this way, Wen Yuran finally couldn't help asking: "Let me tell you, the person who brought me the food was obviously a man, why did no one suspect that it was him, and they all said it was a girl?"

Liu Zhenghao's eyes widened, as if he was looking at a fool: "You think we are stupid, he is such a handsome star, and he also has a cool male god who is not close to strangers, he can cook you this kind of loving lunch every day ?”

After saying this, Wen Yuran followed Liu Zhenghao's eyes and looked down at the steak cut into the shape of a heart, and the heart-shaped carrot slices on the pasta, and fell silent.

But he still didn't give up: "Maybe he has a pink girlish heart? Besides, I'm obviously so handsome!" After saying this, he felt goose bumps all over his body.

"Although I admit that you are handsome, but you have to know that girls nowadays like that kind of aloofness. Now you stand up and shout, "Your god has a girlish heart", how many people come over to slap you? "Tong An looked at him with pity.

Wen Yuran wept and covered her face with her hands: "Don't treat me like this, I will take revenge on the society and bend all male gods in a fit of anger."

"Actually, if you are more serious like this, you can also be a male god." As he spoke, Liu Zhenghao took out his phone and fiddled with it for a while, then turned the screen of the phone around, so that Wen Yuran could see on the screen that he was wearing a domineering white suit. Qian Lang squinted at the camera.

"..."

Then do you know how the male god you mentioned is playing hooligans in a serious manner?

"No, I think I have to insist on being a sincere and honest person. As the ancients said, those who pretend to be serious are gay at heart!" Wen Yuran spoke nonsense for himself righteously.

Liu Zhenghao: "Hehe, the ancients also said that those dudes who are good-looking will be digested by gay guys in the end."

"Oh, that's not right. I'm going to H City tomorrow. I think I'm going to help that Qianlang shoot the plane, right?" Wen Yuran's heart choked on success, and Liu Zhenghao suddenly thought of this incident, and immediately looked at Wen Yuran with a wrong look, "This is also true." What a coincidence, you two really have an affair, right?"

Wen Yuran shook his hand, but still calmly cut a piece of steak on the surface: "How can your thoughts be so dirty, in fact, I don't know him very well, don't you think it's not rare to deliver it to me every time? ?”

"Oh——" Nodding meaningfully, Tong An smiled so much that he didn't want to be beaten, "Look at what I am doing, I didn't say anything, I just want to tell you that I will arrive early at the airport tomorrow, and my friend just happened to I'm going to another place too, I'll just wait there by the way."

"But I see full of malice in your eyes!" After Wen Yuran said seriously, he put down the knife and fork and stood up directly, and quickly controlled his hands behind Tong'an, "Student Liu Ritian, come on!"

At noon that day, Tong'an experienced the pain of being scratched by two gangsters.

After get off work, as soon as Wen Yuran opened the door of the house, he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. He thought it was a thief, took a mop in his hand and looked close to the crack of the door, and saw Qianlang squatting on the ground earnestly going into his suitcase. Stuff something.

"..." Stupid human beings, is this the male god in your eyes? !

No wonder there were extra pairs of shoes coming out of the door, and I thought the thief was so polite.

"How did you get in?" He obviously never gave Qianlang the key.

Smiling at Wen Yuran, Qianlang stood up and went to the closet to continue picking out clothes: "I saw your window was not closed when I was downstairs."

Wen Yuran was so shocked that he exploded: "Damn it's the third floor!"

"It's okay to try harder. It's safer for you to close the windows in the future." While folding the clothes neatly, Qian Lang said in a particularly low voice, "I heard that the company arranged my ticket three days later than yours. I plan to book in advance on the same flight as you."

Wen Yuran knew about this. After all, they were the actual filming and design party, and the endorsement party had specified and requested the filming location, so they must go to the location a few days in advance to design the effect.

"No, I beg you to listen to the company's arrangements." The same flight must be booked in the same cabin, and the same cabin Qianlang will definitely find ways to change to the seat next to him, so the friendship he just denied today will never be wiped out. It won't drop.

For this reason, Wen Yuran was able to sell his integrity without changing his face: "If you go with us, those female colleagues will keep staring at you, and I will be very jealous!"

But this is useless, it can only prove once again that his attack power is only five in front of Qianlang.

Qian Lang smiled and kissed the underwear she had just taken out of the closet drawer: "But if I'm not here and they keep staring at you, I will gouge out their eyes."

Wen Yuran: Let go of that underwear ∑(っ°Д°;)っ

"Of course, since you wish, then I will go with the company's flight, but you'd better be careful not to let some dirty people get close." Qian Lang neatly folded her underwear and put them in the suitcase, Seeing those familiar movements makes people feel like a good wife and mother, "It's almost time for some little bugs to make trouble."

Wen Yuran blinked, and wanted to say that the underwear had been folded and folded for the third time: "I can't understand the words so inscrutable. Could it be that you can meet ghosts when you go out to shoot an advertisement?"

"I don't know about this, but other than ghosts, some people with evil intentions should also pay attention."

"..." Wen Yuran leaned against the door frame, silently raised his head and looked up at the ceiling, feeling that Qianlang's words were really constructive.

It's so true, he can still run when he meets a ghost, but if he meets a person who can climb three floors with his bare hands and has evil intentions, he can only wash and sleep.

"Actually, it's okay to pack the luggage. I think I can do it myself." He made a tactful suggestion, hoping to salvage the underwear that had been ravaged from the inside to the outside.

"I've already packed it, do you think there is anything else I need to bring?"

"...I think you should think about whether you have packed your luggage now." Wen Yuran suggested sincerely.

After closing the suitcase and putting it aside, Qianlang replied, "Of course I have to pack your things for you first, so that I can choose the clothes to take with me. Then I'm going to cook, please wait a moment."

That night, Qian Lang occupied the sofa in the living room with an extremely self-conscious attitude.

small theater:

Qian Lang: Why don't you let me collect the lunch box three times QAQ

Wen Yuran: I rely on this to help you save trouble, okay, why are you more reluctant than me =A=

Qian Lang: Then collect it once a day, don’t wash it, okay? QAQ

Wen Yuran: Is it worth bargaining to wash a lunch box?

Qian Lang: But after washing for so long, there is no smell of you on it QAQ

#饭箱: I'm still a kid, don't smell me! #

#Licking doesn't work either! #