monopolize her

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

In the silence, Wen Yuran's gaze deviated from the direction.

The pajamas covered the little girl's calves, and under the hem were her white ankles.The feet are in good shape, round and crystal clear.

It was easy for Wen Yuran to recall the frivolous associations before, and his mind slipped to the corner where no light could be seen.

"Come down and put on your shoes." Wen Yuran lowered his eyes and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Ning An was very obedient, and jumped off the bedside table, his movements were too light.

After landing, Ning An put on the disposable slippers and stood on the floor, staring at his toes, like a child who admitted his mistake.

Wen Yuran pressed his fingers to his forehead, pondered for a moment, feeling a little tired.

"There are new toothbrushes in the bathroom. You can go to sleep whenever you want. If you feel unwell, just tell me directly. A private doctor can come at any time."

"Okay." Ning An nodded.

Eleven o'clock.

There was no light in the door of the guest room. It seemed that the little girl had already turned off the light and went to sleep.

Wen Yuran also felt more and more sleepy, she turned off the light in the living room, entered the master bedroom, and prepared to sleep.

After closing the door, Wen Yuran thought about it, locked the door again, and then went to bed.

This night, she dreamed again.

In the dream, there was the sound of splashing water, and the bathroom door.

The door that she dared not look at in reality was completely open, and the girl's slender silhouette was cast on the frosted glass.

The running water from the shower head hit the floor, splashing with a sound, and in the center of the splash was a pair of white and tender bare feet.

further up...

The picture in the dream was broken and blurred, and different emotions were intertwined, like water falling from the cliff after opening the gate.

The next day.

Wen Yuran rubbed his head and woke up with a headache.

She walked to the window with her head propped up, and opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.

It was still very early, and the light was sparse, which could barely illuminate the bedroom, but it still couldn't dispel the thoughts left in the dream.

This month, she has had this dream twice.

And the subject is the same person.

Wen Yuran went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and poured cold water on his face. The water temperature in winter was very low, and it was so cool that it hit his face, and his head became a little cleaner.

She squinted her eyes and pulled the corners of her mouth in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror also pulled the corners of her mouth, and there was still a tinge of red in the base of her ears.

The hint from the little girl is obvious, and the hint from the dream is even more obvious. It is basically a matter of mutual consent.

But a certain inexplicable principle in my heart drew a prohibition mark for myself.

Wen Yuran washed his face again, threw out the messy things from his mind, looked around the bathroom in a blink of an eye, and found that the wet clothes that the little girl changed yesterday were gone.

She frowned and walked out, only to find that the door of the guest room was open.

The guest room was empty, the sheets were flattened, the quilts were neatly folded, but no one was there.

The little girl has gone.

On the bedside table, there was a piece of note paper under the pressure of the desk lamp, which read——

I have something to do, so I'm leaving first, thank you Mr. Wen.

:)

There is a smiling face drawn under the words, and I don't know when I left.

As Wen Yuran thought about it, he felt a little headache for no reason.

I didn't know what I was thinking yesterday, but I was thinking that the little girl got wet in the rain, and I was afraid that she would get sick, so I followed the little girl's temperament and took him home.They all took people home and did nothing.

What kind of attitude to use and what kind of distance to keep in the future, Wen Yuran didn't know what to do.

She squinted her eyes at the time, thinking that the company had to go to the company this morning, so she decided to put these irrelevant issues aside.

After Wen Yuran arrived at the company, he first called a few supervisors for a small meeting, and then briefly followed up the progress of several projects, and there were no major problems.

After returning to the office, she opened her mailbox and began to read the newly sent report documents.

There were three "bang bang bang" knocks on the door, the assistant got permission, walked in, handed a cup of freshly ground coffee, and was about to leave.

Wen Yuran picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, then stopped the assistant who was about to open the door and leave: "Wait a minute."

The assistant's heart tightened. Could it be that the coffee didn't suit his taste? He quickly and carefully recalled the possible omissions in the production process, and at the same time quickly drew up the draft, ready to self-review at any time.

Wen Yuran threw out the second sentence: "Ask you something."

When the assistant heard that it was not coffee, he thought, this problem must be related to work, and went through the recent projects and partners in his mind to ensure that he was familiar with the general situation and adjusted the best The state is ready to respond to questions.

At this time, Wen Yuran finally asked the central question: "I remember that you have a sister who is studying in college. What do you think of college students' concept of love?"

what?

The assistant was confused by the question for a second.

Wen Yuran explained naturally: "My younger brother is going to college soon, and he hasn't been in a relationship yet. I'm a little worried that he will go wrong in college in the future."

The assistant understood now, thought about it, and replied: "I heard from my sister that she only looks at the present when she is in a relationship, regardless of the future, and being together is a day to day. Many of her classmates seem to think the same way."

Wen Yuran nodded without changing his face.

"Last time, I arranged for a patient named Ning, do you remember?" Wen Yuran asked another question.

The assistant was caught off guard by the speed of the topic change, but quickly reacted, opened the notebook in his hand for taking notes, flipped through a few pages, and found the correct number of pages to find the information.

"You mentioned a patient named Ning Wuxin, 45 years old, with a brain tumor. I have arranged for a specialized doctor, and according to your request, all medical expenses will be deducted from your account."

Wen Yuran asked again: "Is there more information?"

The assistant had learned about this person's family background when making arrangements, and replied: "Both his parents died, his wife died of dystocia, and now he has a 19-year-old daughter named Ning An."

"Oh, that's right," the assistant replied, thinking of something, "The doctor I arranged once reported to me about the treatment, saying that his condition is very stable now, but it is very pitiful. People in their 40s will be hospitalized for serious illnesses. No one was visiting."

Wen Yuran's hand holding the mouse paused.

No one visits.

It means that Ning An has never visited his father.

Wen Yuran recalled that when she promised to help the little girl solve the matter in the car, the little girl's smile was not sincere.

Is it because the relationship between father and daughter is not good?

"Go and check on Ning'an." Wen Yuran confessed.

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuran felt that he had paid too much attention to the little girl, so he added: "This matter is not urgent."

The assistant quickly agreed, and while agreeing, he was thinking about what the boss meant.

19 years old...should just be in college...

Just now the boss asked college students about their views on love, and he is going to investigate another female college student soon...

Considering the boss's sexuality...

The assistant felt that he had grasped the point, and immediately listed the investigation task as a priority, completely ignoring the phrase "this matter is not urgent".

Not much work.

After the assistant left, Wen Yuran quickly adjusted his state and finished the matter at hand.

Then, she lazily leaned on the swivel chair and checked her phone for a while.

Inadvertently, Wen Yuran caught a glimpse of a red dot on the address book icon of her WeChat software, and she clicked on it.

[User naw requests to add you as a friend. 】

The other party's comment was "Ning'an".

Oh, the little girl added her WeChat.

Wen Yuran's fingertips stayed on the button for a moment, and finally selected "Agree".

[You have added naw, you can start chatting now. 】

Wen Yuran stared at the blank chat interface, waiting for the first sentence from the little girl.

3 minute later.

The chat interface is still blank.

Wen Yuran frowned, closed the WeChat software directly, and went to watch the financial news in a blink of an eye.

While watching, I also kept an eye on the notification bar, not knowing what I was waiting for.

More than ten minutes passed, and the financial news became more and more boring. Wen Yuran simply played "minesweeping" on the computer, looking at the phone from time to time while scanning.

After this state lasted for a long time, Wen Yuran felt that something was wrong, thinking that he was too free, so he forcibly turned over a project proposal and began to review it.

Wen Yuran read it quickly.

Sure enough, as soon as I started working, I would be able to concentrate on nothing else.

Until the next morning, there was no news from the little girl on WeChat.

That is to say, since the time when I brought the little girl home, the little girl hasn't actively contacted her again.

This awareness made her feel a little uncomfortable.

The fresh sense of anticipation at the beginning has almost dissipated, and Wen Yuran felt that it was time to draw his attention away.

But in the bottom of my heart, I still care about——

Why did you leave without saying a word that day?

Why did I add WeChat but not speak?

While doing makeup in front of the mirror, Wen Yuran was thinking consciously or unconsciously.

Then the phone rang.

Wen Yuran put down the eyebrow pencil, walked to the living room with squinted eyes, took out the phone from the bag, and glanced at it.

Caller ID, "Ye Qinmian".

A thin line of disappointment flashed from the bottom of my heart, and Wen Yuran pressed his eyebrows.

Early in the morning, why did my mother call over?

"Mom." Wen Yuran answered the phone with a bad tone, and the haze of meeting a big guy in women's clothes on a blind date still lingered in his heart.

Every time he talks to Ye Qinmian, he will mention marriage without saying a word.Wen Yuran rubbed his temples, trying to adjust his mentality, and prepared to deal with the torment of his mother's marriage urging.

Ye Qinmian's voice was full of exhaustion: "Ran Ran...are you busy lately? When will you come back and see, let's chat..."

"What are you talking about?"

Wen Yuran replied lightly,

Ye Qinmian said: "I've figured it out recently. If you don't want to get married, don't get married. Mom really won't force you anymore."

"Really." Wen Yuran replied casually, completely unbelieving, thinking that this time Ye Qinmian might play another trick.

Ye Qinmian sighed, and explained: "Mom really figured it out. In the past two nights, your grandfather entrusted me with a dream, saying that he was looking for a ghost in the underworld to tell you a fortune teller, and it turns out that your fate is unsuitable." Get married, you will definitely have a rough fate after marriage, let me respect your thoughts. By the way, your grandfather also said that he is doing well down there, so we don't have to worry..."

Wen Yuran raised his eyebrows: "A dream?"

Ye Qinmian affirmed: "Yes, it's really a dream. The dreams I had in the past two days are exactly the same, and they are very clear. I have never had such a clear and evil dream. It must be after the last visit to the grave. Your grandfather missed us. , it was only in a dream..."

Next, Ye Qinmian described to her in detail how real and spiritual that dream was.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yuran was still in a daze.

She knew that Ye Qinmian grew up in the countryside when she was a child, and was later discovered to be a model, so she was a little superstitious in her bones.

But she didn't expect that Ye Qinmian would really change her mind because of such nonsensical things.

Wen Yuran persuaded Ye Qinmian for two years, but failed to convince him.

As a result, Ye Qinmian had a casual dream and agreed with her not to get married.

If she knew that Ye Qinmian was so easy to fool, she should have hired a fake Taoist priest to make up the story, so she wouldn't have to suffer so long to get married.

Wen Yuran chuckled lightly, in a good mood.

This good mood continued throughout the morning.

I ate lunch casually, my phone was placed on the dining table, and it vibrated.

After a while, the phone vibrated again.

Wen Yuran put down his chopsticks, casually picked up the phone, unlocked the screen,

The little girl who had been hanging out with her for more than a day finally sent a WeChat message.

【naw】: President Wen.

【naw】: How have you been these two days?

【naw】: Are you in a good mood? [cute.jpg]