monopolize her

It got dark early that day.

The food sent by the little girl has been taken away by the assistant, but Wen Yuran didn't touch it.

At around eight o'clock, Wen Yuran finished his work, moved, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, watching the sun sink a little bit to the west, and the afterglow was gone. Looking up, the darkness soaked the sky, looking down, and Thousands of lights.

It's today.

If all goes well, after today, her life will return to normal track.

Wen Yuran lowered his head, and a few strands of curly hair slipped down.She raised her hand, hooked these strands of hair behind her ears, then took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, scrolled up, and found a previous chat record——

It was a selfie of a little girl.

Wen Yuran stared at this selfie on the screen for a long time, his thoughts tossed and turned, and disappeared again, leaving no trace, only one thought remained in his mind.

She wants to see the little girl.

She wants to see the little girl.

She wants to see the little girl.

Wen Yuran repeated these words in his heart, and then deliberately strengthened them.

She thought it was difficult, after all, those three words had become a source of untouchable fear.It shouldn't be easy for her to overcome her fear and force herself to miss the little girl.

But it turns out that it is not difficult.

Looking at the photo, Wen Yuran could easily outline the little girl's voice, her crooked eyes when she smiled, and her sweet dimples.

It's really easy, so easy that somewhere in my heart is a little soft.

Relentless what?

It's all here.

Wen Yuran twitched the corner of his mouth, and just like that, he called the little girl with almost deliberate thoughts.

The call was quickly connected.

There was no sound over there, the silence was terrifying, Wen Yuran could only hear his slightly suppressed breathing, and the beating of his heart.

"Wen Yuran."

The little girl's voice broke the silence, low and low, from the earpiece to the ear canal.

Familiar tone, familiar tone, familiar title.

The dark sky outside the window and the bright lights are intertwined, blurring the boundaries.

Wen Yuran was silent, didn't speak, neither did the little girl, everything was quiet, as if maintaining a tacit understanding.

Only the sound of heartbeat and breathing, steady and slow.

The mood is slightly turbulent, and it is also controlled within a small fluctuation range, sober and self-aware.

Wen Yuran knew what he was doing, what he wanted to achieve, and the final result.

It was almost time, Wen Yuran hung up the phone.

She unscrewed the bag she had already packed, explained a few words to the assistant and secretary, and walked out of the company.

Wen Yuran didn't drive, just walked along the pedestrian crossing steadily, with leisurely and elegant steps.The street lights shone on the curvy platinum earrings, reflecting coldly.

Suddenly, there was a chill down the spine.

There was something vaguely following behind.

There seemed to be cold and sticky eyes poking his back, Wen Yuran seemed to be frightened, and he quickened his pace.

almost home.

Wen Yuran could feel that the things behind him were following him all the time, everything was in line with his imagination, there was no difference.

After arriving home, Wen Yuran quickly closed the door, her fingertips trembling slightly, she put her palms on the leather surface of the sofa, restraining the trembling of her fingertips.

It's still a bit tense, but it's still manageable.

Alcohol relieves tension.

Thinking of this, Wen Yuran went to the kitchen to get the wine glass, took a bottle of newly brought red wine from the wine shelf, brought it to the bedroom, and opened it with the corkscrew.She poured herself a glass of red wine, sat on the edge of the bed, and drank half of the glass in a standard posture.

Alcohol has a slight paralyzing effect, and the tension dissipates quickly.

Wen Yuran raised his jaw slightly, watching the scarlet liquid fall down the glass wall, turning the glass with his fingertips, and the remaining liquid was shaking in the transparent glass.

She waited for the little girl to appear.

As time passed by, Wen Yuran subconsciously felt that the little girl was nearby, but she hadn't come out yet.

Wen Yuran added wine to herself one glass after another, and unconsciously drank more than half of it, so that the high frequency of drinking on an empty stomach was close to the limit of her drinking capacity.At the wine table, she knows how to avoid wine, and knows how to control it. She has never let herself get drunk, but now she doesn't pay attention, and her mind is a little dizzy.

fair enough.

Under the subtle numbness of the alcohol, all emotions faded and became chaotic, and there was still clear reason to support thinking.

In this way, the possibility of being monitored by the little girl is greatly reduced.

It's just that the little girl hasn't come yet.

Wen Yuran frowned slightly, propped his forehead with his left hand, turned on the phone again with his right hand, and clicked on the selfie of the little girl.She stared at the little girl's selfie for a while, and thoughts that seemed real and fake flooded into Wei Wei's chaotic brain, and she forced herself to continue thinking about the little girl intently.

At this time, a shadow fell.

Wen Yuran could feel a steadfast gaze fixed on her body. She quickly locked the screen of her phone, and put the wine glass on the foot of the bed with trembling fingers. At the foot of the bed, a pair of white sneakers could be vaguely seen.

She looked up stiffly.

Moving up the line of sight inch by inch, the little girl's pink spring dress came into my eyes, and moving up again, I could see that beautiful face and two obedient ponytails.

And those black and white eyes stick to Wen Yuran's body like hooks, as if looking at something belonging to him, a bird that is temporarily escaping.

Such a look, how can you like it?

Maybe it's just an obsession that you can't get what you want, or maybe it's just an imperative to prove something, liking won't be like this.

This thought flashed through Wen Yuran's mind, afraid of being spied on by the little girl, so he restrained himself from thinking deeply.

"Wen Yuran."

The little girl's low voice was full of sweetness. It was no different from the voice on the phone, but it sounded completely different.

Now, the little girl was standing beside her.

Alcohol may have played a role. The instinctive fear just sprang up, but then slowly faded away, and the mind was still calm.

"Why are you calling?" the little girl tilted her head and asked softly.

Wen Yuran turned his head away and didn't answer.

This is a logical reaction. If Wen Yuran directly admits that he misses the little girl, it will be abnormal.

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran turned his eyes to the little girl's feet.

——It's still a little bit away from the formation.

So Wen Yuran moved to the side, his fingers gripped the quilt tightly, his palms were sweating, no matter how restrained he was, the tension still overflowed from his heart.

At this time, the little girl raised her foot and took a step this way.

well.

Wen Yuran breathed a sigh of relief, now the little girl happened to be standing in the formation.According to Master Huang, if you go to pick the little girl's jade pendant now, the little girl will have no way to resist.

"Why don't you talk?" The little girl asked softly again.

The little girl's face was as usual, and she didn't mean to be controlled by others at all.

Wen Yuran felt a little weird, his heart skipped a beat, and his fingers tightened.

Will not.

They have the same purpose, Master Huang has no reason to deceive himself.

Wen Yuran stood up. The distance between her and the little girl was very close, so close that she could see the gentle light of the jade pendant at the neckline clearly, and so close that she could reach the little girl's neck with her hand.

Only one last step left.

In fact, it is not that there are more moderate means.

But at the moment when she realized that her thoughts were being monitored, Wen Yuran had already put the little girl on the complete enemy side. She habitually used the means of defeating opponents in the mall, not wanting to give the enemy any chance to fight back.

hesitate?

A little bit, after all, I have been moved and my heart has been moved. Those sporadic and beautiful memory fragments are scattered in the depths of my mind, and I can recall them with a little tick. If there is no car accident, she may feel that it is three lives to know the little girl. Fortunately.

But a car accident happened, and the hypocrisy and aggression covered by the beautiful shell overcame her bottom line a little bit. She really wanted to get rid of these strange supernatural things, and she wanted to live a normal life.

She wants to live a normal life.

Wen Yuran raised his hand and reached for the little girl's neck, the red rope was close at hand.

The little girl didn't move, she didn't dodge, she looked at Wen Yuran's reaching hand with deep eyes.

Almost hit.

Wen Yuran's eyelashes twitched, feeling a little unbearable, and his fingers slowed down a little before touching the red string.

next second.

"Ah...hh..."

There was a sharp pain in his wrist, and Wen Yuran gasped.

I saw the little girl's white and tender fingers clasping her wrist tightly, so hard that the bones ached.

Wen Yuran's pupils shrank suddenly.

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