monopolize her

It's still a single-story apartment, not too big. The overall decoration is simple and clean. Wood carvings and flower arrangements are displayed on the ledges. There are all kinds of green plants on the balcony facing the river. At first glance, it is just an ordinary small house .

Wen Yuran doesn't like houses that are too big, and living alone feels empty and impersonal, and only occasionally goes to villas outside the city for vacations.If you live normally, this is just right now.

After all, it was the environment she was most familiar with. After entering the door, Wen Yuran felt a lot more relaxed. She put her purse on the sofa, turned on the heater with ease, and then took off her coat.

Turning around, he saw Ning An standing stiffly at the entrance.

When the little girl met Wen Yuran's gaze, she immediately lowered her head, then stared at her toes in a daze, as if thinking about whether the shoe covers were worn correctly.

This is Wen Yuran's home.

This is where Wen Yuran lives.

There is a warm aura everywhere here.

Ning An's whole body's muscles were tense, and some thoughts that penetrated his soul came out of the cracks, and were firmly pressed back.

Beads of water dripped from the tips of her wet hair and hit the floor.

"pat"

The tiny sound was amplified in the silence.

Sensing her embarrassment, Wen Yuran slowly walked up to the little girl.

Wen Yuran could clearly feel that as his footsteps approached, the little girl became more and more nervous.

Stopping, Wen Yuran was only about ten centimeters away from the little girl.

There were still wet rain marks on that pale skin, and under the bright light, it appeared a bit sickly and weak.

The little girl's face is too pale...

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran stretched out his hand to touch the little girl's forehead.

At this moment, Ning An suddenly raised his head.

On Anshun's well-behaved face, the bloodless lips trembled.

The eyes are black and white, hiding a clearly visible depression and restraint.

Everything just now went too smoothly, so smooth that maybe you can start to look forward to something else.Ning An looked at Wen Yuran's outstretched hand, and his spreading thoughts wove a dense web.

What is Wen Yuran going to do?

Is Wen Yuran going to take the initiative to touch her?

Ning An asked in his heart, a strong longing surged up, mixed with a little bit of excitement.

Wen Yuran thought logically, after being exposed to the rain for so long, he must be sick and must be very uncomfortable.

Thinking about it, Wen Yuran withdrew his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, I won't touch you."

Why did you take your hand back?

The little girl froze for a moment, blinking her eyes twice.

Wen Yuran had already turned around and went to the bedroom, took new pajamas and bath towels, and stuffed them into the little girl's hands.

"Go take a hot bath first, and I'll take your temperature later."

The little girl blinked her eyes again.

"The bathroom is over there, and there are disposable slippers in the cabinet under the sink." Wen Yuran pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

The little girl didn't move.

Wen Yuran pointed in the direction of the bathroom again.

In the end, the little girl chose to be obedient, obediently hugged her things, and went to the bathroom.

Not urgent.

Don't be in a hurry.

Ning An muttered in his heart again.

Ning An went into the bathroom.

Then there was the sound of splashing water, sometimes heavy and sometimes light.

Wen Yuran was sitting on the sofa, using his mobile phone to scan the financial news. Sentences of professional market analysis drifted across the screen of the mobile phone, leaving nothing behind.

The light was too dazzling, Wen Yuran gently closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, his thoughts turned back and forth, and slowly floated to an uncontrollable place.

There is the sound of water in my ears.

The constant sound of water.

From the sound of water, you can think of the splash of water falling on the floor.

From the splashing water, you can think of the girl's white and tender bare feet.

……

It wasn't until a small amount of mist came out that Wen Yuran realized that the little girl didn't close the door tightly when she took a bath.

The house is not big, and the structure is simple. From the angle of the sofa, you can look into the master bedroom, and if you tilt your head, you may be able to look into the concealed door of the bathroom...

Thinking about to fall into a dangerous point, Wen Yuran woke up suddenly.

Breathing is messed up.

Wen Yuran half closed his eyes, tightened his nerves and adjusted his breathing little by little, sat quietly for a while, and his brain gradually recovered.

The shower is not closed.

It's just those thoughts again.

Wen Yuran listened to the texture of the leather surface of the sofa, and the sound of water in his ears continued.

From the beginning to the present, the little girl's hints have always been very obvious, no matter how many twists and turns in the middle, they still point to one place in the end.

Now that the little girl has thrown out an olive branch, everyone understands the rules.

Wen Yuran can choose to accept it smoothly, and can choose to maintain the relationship temporarily or for a long time, and the little girl can get a sum of money, a real estate, or a chance to save years of struggle.

No matter what your sexuality is, as long as you have money and power, you can be happy in love, and this is how it is played in the upper circles.Wen Yuran has seen a lot, but also tired.

She couldn't tell what was wrong with those people, she was just simply tired of this atmosphere.

When Wen Yuran brought the little girl home, he did have a vague expectation, but the scene described in the expectation was not an exchange of wealth and wealth.

Her thoughts are very simple, she just wants to be with a girl who doesn't hate her.

Let the house not be empty, let the heart be warmer.

A few minutes later, Ning An came out of the bathroom wrapped in pajamas.

The crystal drops of water stick to the soft skin, and the water drops faintly slide into the neckline of the pajamas along the curve of the neck, and the pale face still lacks blood.

Wen Yuran looked away, exhaled lightly, didn't mention anything, just stood up casually, and found the thermometer from the drawer.

"Go to the guest room to lie down and take your temperature." Wen Yuran handed over the thermometer.

Ning An stared at the thermometer stiffly.

After a while, Ning An nodded, took the thermometer, and walked slowly into the guest room step by step.

"bang"

With a soft sound, Ning An closed the door of the guest room.

Why closed?

This is not like that thoughtful little girl.

While thinking aimlessly, Wen Yuran tried to return his attention to the financial news on his mobile phone.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the words on the mobile phone seemed to have become the same. The strokes were glued together, densely packed, and it was impossible to distinguish the meaning of the sentence.

Still can't see it.

She rubbed her temples, and her eyes moved to the time in the upper right corner of the screen.

Only 4 minutes have passed, not enough to take the temperature.

The sound of the pointer moving was a bit annoying.

Wen Yuran sat for a while, thinking about the little girl's situation, so he decided to go and see first.

She walked to the door of the guest room and knocked on the door politely twice.

no respond.

Wen Yuran tried to turn the handle, but found that the door was locked from the inside.

what happened?

Wen Yuran frowned.The bedroom door lock has two kinds of control systems: mechanical and intelligent.She unlocked it with her fingerprint directly from the outside, and then pushed the door in.

Even though Wen Yuran's concentration was good, the scene inside the door still surprised her——

I saw the little girl stepping on the bedside table, tiptoeing, stretching her arms with difficulty, and sending the metal end of the thermometer to the heating outlet.

The door that she didn't want to lock suddenly opened, and the little girl stood there in a daze, looking a little at a loss.

Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows.

Is this... trying to heat up the thermometer?

Several guesses flashed through my mind, and I quickly found the most suitable and most likely answer.

Wen Yuran laughed.

Then he leaned on the door frame, raised his jaw slightly, and said to the little girl: "I have no intention of driving you away, you don't have to pretend to be feverish like this."

Ning An withdrew his arms, dropped his heels, and stood stiffly on the bedside table, without speaking, only blinking.

In fact, she never thought of pretending to have a fever, she just wanted to bake the thermometer to the temperature of a normal person.